Dirk blinks, once, as Ranboo reacts to his slip, but he doesn't just stand there staring at the body once he's gone. As Ranboo begins to move, so does he--and despite his fondness for horror, it does not occur to him not to leave the body. After all, he has experience with them now. Thousands of hours with living, breathing animals ranging from sheep to cattle weighing as much as a tonne, from walking in under their own power with bright, wary eyes and swishing tails, to.... well, the moment they hit the floor. Hoisted and swinging as they bleed and kick, until they no longer do either. Death is common, it's cheap, it's done on a timer, and if you know what you're doing, it's easy.
Which doesn't make this less weird, somehow. But he has a task now, a purpose motivating his body--and as Ranboo comes back with a tarp, Dirk is laying towels he's seized from his living room, towels that normally exist there solely for workout purposes and which are now the main line of defence between incriminating evidence and the hallway, the carpet, and the layers below the linoleum. He's also jammed a washcloth into the wall where the katana left a red-seeped, gory hole, just in case that helps.
"Uh." He glances over his shoulder. His first thought is for both of them to take a limb--an arm and a leg each--and swing the body onto the tarp, but that's. Stupid. Human bodies don't weigh that much, and their range of motion is completely different. He glances over her again. She looks like a prop. She was dressed nicely for her little job. The way her limbs... lie there.. is weird. It's weird, because it looks so fake. The lay of it, her limbs and the bend of her spine, is exactly like how he'd expect it to. But it's the fact that it's a woman, maybe, and nicely dressed? It's like looking at World Trade Center site photos. Or like, an assassination of some politician he doesn't care about. Ungulate legs stick out in weird ways, but she's just lying there.
Fuck. He can't get off to this.
Even thinking of her as a doll doesn't help. That's actually less--
Anyway.
"Fuck it. Grab her legs. We're just going to roll her on, so we don't splatter the walls. I don't want any more dripping, let's keep it all clean between here and the bath tub." He glances at Ranboo, sees how pale they are.
"Are you going to make it? Don't answer that. Once I get her in the tub you can go lie down. I'll take care of this." The confidence in his voice sounds earned.
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Date: 2024-07-15 01:21 pm (UTC)Which doesn't make this less weird, somehow. But he has a task now, a purpose motivating his body--and as Ranboo comes back with a tarp, Dirk is laying towels he's seized from his living room, towels that normally exist there solely for workout purposes and which are now the main line of defence between incriminating evidence and the hallway, the carpet, and the layers below the linoleum. He's also jammed a washcloth into the wall where the katana left a red-seeped, gory hole, just in case that helps.
"Uh." He glances over his shoulder. His first thought is for both of them to take a limb--an arm and a leg each--and swing the body onto the tarp, but that's. Stupid. Human bodies don't weigh that much, and their range of motion is completely different. He glances over her again. She looks like a prop. She was dressed nicely for her little job. The way her limbs... lie there.. is weird. It's weird, because it looks so fake. The lay of it, her limbs and the bend of her spine, is exactly like how he'd expect it to. But it's the fact that it's a woman, maybe, and nicely dressed? It's like looking at World Trade Center site photos. Or like, an assassination of some politician he doesn't care about. Ungulate legs stick out in weird ways, but she's just lying there.
Fuck. He can't get off to this.Even thinking of her as a doll doesn't help. That's actually less--
Anyway.
"Fuck it. Grab her legs. We're just going to roll her on, so we don't splatter the walls. I don't want any more dripping, let's keep it all clean between here and the bath tub." He glances at Ranboo, sees how pale they are.
"Are you going to make it? Don't answer that. Once I get her in the tub you can go lie down. I'll take care of this." The confidence in his voice sounds earned.