If Dirk wasn't so fucking repressed and self-hating he would say "nothing I do is straight" right now. But he is, so he doesn't. That said, he snorts. "See, you do get it."
It isn't even the money, though he is used to being rich. It's that apparently not being intimate makes you sick? Which, kind of understandably, freaks him out, so if he can keep from needing to do that by getting paid, then so be it. He doesn't want to hold hands, he doesn't want to fuck, he doesn't want to do nothin'. "You got the right ideas. Wholesome games only, though. Club Penguin-type shit."
Club... Penguin...
He sighs, dropping his head back and closing his eyes. "It's a good start. It'll feel good to be occupied." When have they ever had peace? Shit's too wild. But no, it's nice to think about.
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It isn't even the money, though he is used to being rich. It's that apparently not being intimate makes you sick? Which, kind of understandably, freaks him out, so if he can keep from needing to do that by getting paid, then so be it. He doesn't want to hold hands, he doesn't want to fuck, he doesn't want to do nothin'. "You got the right ideas. Wholesome games only, though. Club Penguin-type shit."
Club... Penguin...
He sighs, dropping his head back and closing his eyes. "It's a good start. It'll feel good to be occupied." When have they ever had peace? Shit's too wild. But no, it's nice to think about.