The response takes far too long to arrive. While it wasn't nearly as long as it might have felt to Dirk, the delay was just long enough to register as unusual to Ranboo. They quirk an eyebrow at him-- not out of mockery or condescension, but concern and genuine confusion.
"Are you... sure about that?" When he speaks, his voice is slow, soft-- feathered in a way that they don't often let themselves speak around Dirk, since they figure he'd probably just tease them for it. It's an utterly gentle tone, warm at its core.
Dirk is difficult to read. The way he expresses himself and views the world is so utterly alien to Ranboo that trying to follow or make sense of his emotions is generally a fool's errand-- trying to predict how Dirk might respond to something is borderline impossible until you've spent as long around him as Ranboo now has. They still don't quite guess correctly sometimes. Now is no different; Ranboo can tell that he's thinking, can see the gears working behind his vibrant eyes, but they won't even pretend to have any idea what about. Hopefully it isn't how annoying they're being right now.
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Date: 2024-06-27 02:27 am (UTC)"Are you... sure about that?" When he speaks, his voice is slow, soft-- feathered in a way that they don't often let themselves speak around Dirk, since they figure he'd probably just tease them for it. It's an utterly gentle tone, warm at its core.
Dirk is difficult to read. The way he expresses himself and views the world is so utterly alien to Ranboo that trying to follow or make sense of his emotions is generally a fool's errand-- trying to predict how Dirk might respond to something is borderline impossible until you've spent as long around him as Ranboo now has. They still don't quite guess correctly sometimes. Now is no different; Ranboo can tell that he's thinking, can see the gears working behind his vibrant eyes, but they won't even pretend to have any idea what about. Hopefully it isn't how annoying they're being right now.