[Dirk was going to ask a question and also insult Jake. This was an important task. Both of these things were vital for the mission.
But the smell of coffee just hit his nose. He completely stops still, which actually doesn't look like anything in particular to anyone not hyperalert to the nuances of Dirk Strider. Then, slowly, he raises a hand to his face. His fingers curl over the bridge of his nose, and he inhales once more.]
Holy shit. Is it supposed to smell like that?
[He is stepping closer so he can sniff it woah woah this is an amazing smell he can't even deal. The lineface is a line of amazement.]
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But the smell of coffee just hit his nose. He completely stops still, which actually doesn't look like anything in particular to anyone not hyperalert to the nuances of Dirk Strider. Then, slowly, he raises a hand to his face. His fingers curl over the bridge of his nose, and he inhales once more.]
Holy shit. Is it supposed to smell like that?
[He is stepping closer so he can sniff it woah woah this is an amazing smell he can't even deal. The lineface is a line of amazement.]