[ So there's more to this than either one of them originally thought. And it's the not knowing that has her now more anxious than ever, even if Dirk has the beginnings of a plan cooking in that brain of his that never seems to shut off, even when he's sleeping.
Roxy squeezes his hands. Tight. Because he's seriously the only thing keeping her from flying off the handle and licking the beer up from off of the floor. ]
Sounds like a plan, Strider my man. [ She doesn't sound as confident as she'd like to, thanks to her inner struggle. Were it not for the fact that she's squeezing the life out of his hands, they'd be shaking uncontrollably. ]
Jesus cock-suckin' Christ, we need a pile.
[ The remedy? Humor. Crack jokes, even if she's half-serious about that pile. They grew up in trollocalpse, after all! The idea of palebros isn't a foreign concept to her and, well, all she's thinking is she's not exactly averse to the idea of sitting on a pile with him right about now, you know? ]
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Roxy squeezes his hands. Tight. Because he's seriously the only thing keeping her from flying off the handle and licking the beer up from off of the floor. ]
Sounds like a plan, Strider my man. [ She doesn't sound as confident as she'd like to, thanks to her inner struggle. Were it not for the fact that she's squeezing the life out of his hands, they'd be shaking uncontrollably. ]
Jesus cock-suckin' Christ, we need a pile.
[ The remedy? Humor. Crack jokes, even if she's half-serious about that pile. They grew up in trollocalpse, after all! The idea of palebros isn't a foreign concept to her and, well, all she's thinking is she's not exactly averse to the idea of sitting on a pile with him right about now, you know? ]