"Remember what I said about not making this weird?" Dirk's reply is half a grumble; he's pressing the side of his face into his pillow now. He doesn't actually try to get up, though. Heat rises in his chest, intense enough to be almost a burning. He doesn't know what that that means. He has a lot of... a lot of thinking to do, and he's not sure he appreciates that. But he's just so tired right now--so ready to simply dissolve into the bed and into Ranboo--that, frankly, it's a problem for a future man.
As, it becomes increasingly likely, will be cleaning up himself or the bed.
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Date: 2024-06-27 03:04 am (UTC)As, it becomes increasingly likely, will be cleaning up himself or the bed.