Dirk is still working through the whole "without Cal's influence" thing. Maybe he'll get better slowly as time goes on. Maybe he'll relapse as a coping mechanism when facing his own actions is too heavy to process. There are worse things to be than a regular bag of dicks, but he's been the worse things, too.
He's vaguely aware that even this small amount of affection counts as moonlacing to some degree, and he's kind of weirded out about the fact that they seem to want it to feel real nice on top of the normal emotional reward involved. Fucking weird. He kind of doesn't like that it's played as incentive. Should want to of his own goddamn accord.
He doesn't move.
"Yeah," he says, deadpan. "Zombies ain't cool anymore, so it's perfect." There's irony in a "cool" guy like Dirk being called something uncool. The implication here that Jesus is somehow cool is fucking staggering. Anyway an adventuring guild sounds like it would suit Dave. Dirk would approve. Not that Dave actually needs his approval, but Dirk knows he craves it.
"'Course there's a ton of perverts," he confirms, completely unsurprised. But then he stills, in a way he gets that means he's got an idea. He shifts, suddenly stoked about something, but the movement doesn't dislodge Dave. "Not perverts. Shit. Fuck. That's perfect. How fucking ironic would it be to run a business that's completely above-the-board platonic, non-romantic, non-sexual, in fuck town? Spend your fuckbucks on the least titilating experience ever."
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He's vaguely aware that even this small amount of affection counts as moonlacing to some degree, and he's kind of weirded out about the fact that they seem to want it to feel real nice on top of the normal emotional reward involved. Fucking weird. He kind of doesn't like that it's played as incentive. Should want to of his own goddamn accord.
He doesn't move.
"Yeah," he says, deadpan. "Zombies ain't cool anymore, so it's perfect." There's irony in a "cool" guy like Dirk being called something uncool. The implication here that Jesus is somehow cool is fucking staggering. Anyway an adventuring guild sounds like it would suit Dave. Dirk would approve. Not that Dave actually needs his approval, but Dirk knows he craves it.
"'Course there's a ton of perverts," he confirms, completely unsurprised. But then he stills, in a way he gets that means he's got an idea. He shifts, suddenly stoked about something, but the movement doesn't dislodge Dave. "Not perverts. Shit. Fuck. That's perfect. How fucking ironic would it be to run a business that's completely above-the-board platonic, non-romantic, non-sexual, in fuck town? Spend your fuckbucks on the least titilating experience ever."