Dirk's motives for making his bed when he has so many other things to worry about--a decapitated corpse in his bath tub, a mutilated severed head in his kitchen sink, an unwillingly immortal would-be suicide in his bedroom--are not that difficult to understand when you consider two things:
The first is that it's doing something. Staying busy, mentally and physically, has been Dirk's primary form of handling stress and escaping (or at least coping with) his own thoughts since he was a child.
And unlike just about everything else listed a paragraph before, he can finish this task in an immediate and satisfying way.
The second is that, unbeknownst to Ranboo, he did finally get to cum for the first time in weeks, and he's trying to fight off the impulses that come after.
And, for a strictly practical third point, it saves him a lot of work later--decontamination and evidence disposal and the fact that he is going to want a clean bed to fall into when those things are completed, and he is not going to want to spend his time trying to force hygiene on Ranboo if he can just prevent a problem ahead of time.
So he's solving problems before they become problems, and disposing of those problems that can be easily disposed of, all in one chore.
He does get it done pretty fast, though.
Even he looks tired now--not the usual existence-deep angst and exhaustion that he radiates on a good day, or something restricted to the dark lines under his eyes (he still hasn't put his shades back on)--but something else. A brief lapse of his straight-backed posture and squared shoulders. A heavy sigh, dispelling the illusion of unflagging machine-like endurance he usually hides behind.
A silence that hangs over both of them, filling the bedroom and expanding to fill the entire apartment.
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Date: 2024-12-06 09:47 pm (UTC)The first is that it's doing something. Staying busy, mentally and physically, has been Dirk's primary form of handling stress and escaping (or at least coping with) his own thoughts since he was a child.
And unlike just about everything else listed a paragraph before, he can finish this task in an immediate and satisfying way.
The second is that, unbeknownst to Ranboo, he did finally get to cum for the first time in weeks, and he's trying to fight off the impulses that come after.
And, for a strictly practical third point, it saves him a lot of work later--decontamination and evidence disposal and the fact that he is going to want a clean bed to fall into when those things are completed, and he is not going to want to spend his time trying to force hygiene on Ranboo if he can just prevent a problem ahead of time.
So he's solving problems before they become problems, and disposing of those problems that can be easily disposed of, all in one chore.
He does get it done pretty fast, though.
Even he looks tired now--not the usual existence-deep angst and exhaustion that he radiates on a good day, or something restricted to the dark lines under his eyes (he still hasn't put his shades back on)--but something else. A brief lapse of his straight-backed posture and squared shoulders. A heavy sigh, dispelling the illusion of unflagging machine-like endurance he usually hides behind.
A silence that hangs over both of them, filling the bedroom and expanding to fill the entire apartment.