To Ranboo's credit, they do manage to avoid making any sounds that would attract Dirk to the scene. Not that this is difficult. Dirk is purpose-driven by nature, his brain always focused on his goals both immediate and grand. This makes him prone to tunnel vision at the best of times. Even if he had heard Ranboo rattle a pill bottle, he'd assume they were sedating themself through whatever breakdown they're having. The same way he does. That's what those pills are for. To shut it down--to shut it all down--when he's having 'an episode.'
In the kitchen, Dirk searches for tools. He finds his club hammer, which is a little more suited to widely distrubuting a blow, and he grabs a crowbar while he's at it. He has scalpels in the bathroom already. He has to do some searching to unearth his bonesaw and meat saw, but eventually he has an armful of tools (mostly like four different saws) and he's confident he has what he needs to do almost everything he's going to spend tonight doing.... thinking about it, he realises just how much work is ahead of him.
The interest and excitement of the wiring wanes slightly.
This is exhausting. All of it. The woman, her body, her clothes... her her. He hates so much that he's going to spend the next several hours on this, on her. Touching her. Looking at her. Getting her in his mouth and on his hands. He hates it. Some visceral sense of revulsion pushes back on it, not on the labour of it all, but on the intimacy. He doesn't want to know her like that. He doesn't want to see her, or feel her. He wants to put her somewhere that will obliterate her and destroy her completely, without his involvement.
But that's not how this works, and at the very least he has something he's excited to learn from before he has to get really personal about it. He is nothing if not suited to the dirty work, tthe work no one else wants to do or likes, or is capable of. That's what he's developed in himself, more than anything else. It has to happen, so he makes it happen.
You endure it and you get it over with.
So, with his armful of tools, he heads back the way he came--none the wiser as to Ranboo's actions in his absence.
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Re: Tw suicide
Date: 2024-08-05 12:09 pm (UTC)In the kitchen, Dirk searches for tools. He finds his club hammer, which is a little more suited to widely distrubuting a blow, and he grabs a crowbar while he's at it. He has scalpels in the bathroom already. He has to do some searching to unearth his bonesaw and meat saw, but eventually he has an armful of tools (mostly like four different saws) and he's confident he has what he needs to do almost everything he's going to spend tonight doing.... thinking about it, he realises just how much work is ahead of him.
The interest and excitement of the wiring wanes slightly.
This is exhausting. All of it. The woman, her body, her clothes... her her. He hates so much that he's going to spend the next several hours on this, on her. Touching her. Looking at her. Getting her in his mouth and on his hands. He hates it. Some visceral sense of revulsion pushes back on it, not on the labour of it all, but on the intimacy. He doesn't want to know her like that. He doesn't want to see her, or feel her. He wants to put her somewhere that will obliterate her and destroy her completely, without his involvement.
But that's not how this works, and at the very least he has something he's excited to learn from before he has to get really personal about it. He is nothing if not suited to the dirty work, tthe work no one else wants to do or likes, or is capable of. That's what he's developed in himself, more than anything else. It has to happen, so he makes it happen.
You endure it and you get it over with.
So, with his armful of tools, he heads back the way he came--none the wiser as to Ranboo's actions in his absence.