It takes Dirk a second to catch up, mentally. He's a bit lost in Ranboo's first reaction--the smile, the embarassment, which never ceases to be bewildering to Dirk. How anyone with a build like Ranboo's, a face like Ranboo's, hands and shoulders and a chest like Ranboo's, naturally, nevermind what Ranboo does to him, both personally and in the physical sense--
How anyone like that could manage to be so affected and shy is a complete goddamn mystery to Dirk. He knows there's some fucked up trauma thing going on with them, obviously he knows that, but seriously. How. How the hell.
There's barely a shift in his expression--or maybe it's that there isn't one at all, just the same sharp-eyed, straight-faced flat look that's just a little too intense for the situation.
"You're still thinking about that?" It's an actual question, albeit one that's already been answered. Which is why he follows it two seconds later with a large sigh. Dirk wants to retrieve his other arm from the tangle, but he can't think of how, so he just takes the one hand he does have access to and places it over his face, dragging his palm and fingers down over his strong features. He doesn't look away from Ranboo, though.
"It's not like that. You don't have to think about it too much. It was fucked up, and yeah, I'm kind of fucked up, but I'm fucked up anyway, not because of that. So whatever you're thinking it was, it wasn't. They never fucked me in any way they didn't fuck each other, they never raped me."
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Date: 2024-06-26 01:05 am (UTC)How anyone like that could manage to be so affected and shy is a complete goddamn mystery to Dirk. He knows there's some fucked up trauma thing going on with them, obviously he knows that, but seriously. How. How the hell.
There's barely a shift in his expression--or maybe it's that there isn't one at all, just the same sharp-eyed, straight-faced flat look that's just a little too intense for the situation.
"You're still thinking about that?" It's an actual question, albeit one that's already been answered. Which is why he follows it two seconds later with a large sigh. Dirk wants to retrieve his other arm from the tangle, but he can't think of how, so he just takes the one hand he does have access to and places it over his face, dragging his palm and fingers down over his strong features. He doesn't look away from Ranboo, though.
"It's not like that. You don't have to think about it too much. It was fucked up, and yeah, I'm kind of fucked up, but I'm fucked up anyway, not because of that. So whatever you're thinking it was, it wasn't. They never fucked me in any way they didn't fuck each other, they never raped me."