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==> You nod excitedly. Oh dear you're already getting so rustled up about this, that can only mean well.

I suppose thats fitting really seeing as how we are on your turf after all. Are you ready for this strider?

==> You ready yourself in what you believe to be a decent enough stance, arms close to your torso and feet shoulders width apart. You give him ample time to ready himself, and then...you lunge, throwing a right hook to his vicinity.

Touché.

==> You wait for his answer, patiently staying motionless as you watch him. You haven’t strifed — or done any fisticuffing, not to mention — in a long time, even with your robots. You’ve been fuck deep in other things; you have 99 problems and friends are simultaneously all of them and not. You sigh to yourself and then pay attention to his answer.

That sounds reasonable enough. I’ll even be a gentleman and let you initiate things. How’s that sound?

==> You’re just so kind it hurts.

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And i wouldnt shoot your face off but you still stated that decently loud enough! I just figured id put that out there since you did.

==> You look up into the sky, pondering his question. Honestly, you've never really thought about it much. The only bouts you've ever had were with a robotic doppelganger of the man standing beside you, and he was literally built to fight. And in those strifes, you could throw everything you had at him and not leave a scratch.

Not really or at least not that im aware of. I suppose well just leave it to common sense and say no weapons or special maneuvers. Everything else will be simply left up to physical ability! What do you say?

I wouldn’t cut you to pieces.

==> You say this matter-of-factly, completely confident in your skill with your sword. You have no problem with control. But at Jake’s words, you do realize that you probably came off as misunderstanding what he’d said, and then you shrug, turning back to look at him with a hand tucked in your pocket half-way. Stay cool, Strider.

I was only reiterating it. You’re fine, Jake. So, inform me on how this shit works. Are there rules in these ‘bouts of fisticuffs’?

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==> You give him an odd sort of look at that -- where could he have gotten that idea?

Well mister strider there is a reason id called it fisticuffs earlier. I most certainly do not want to blast your face off as you put it and i dont exactly want to be cut to pieces so yes of course theres no need to get out the strifekind although oh thats probably why you asked that i think i did say strife last didnt i?

==> You watch him assess the surroundings, a smile playing on your lips while he’s not paying attention. You’d be the first to admit that you like seeing your friends happy, or at least content, and seeing Jake look so excited about it all was nothing new — knowing that you were here with him, however, definitely was. You catch yourself observing him a moment too long because then he’s said something and you weren’t paying any heed to it at all, too enamored with his reaction to do much of anything else. You clear your throat and keep from equipping your bladekind, walking smoothly further out on the roof.

Because I don’t feel like getting my face blown off by a gun, how about no weapons, just old-fashioned hand-to-hand? I’m sure you like the sound of that.

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==> Once you get onto the roof, you pause and take a good look at your surroundings. The sun is casting a lovely image onto the water...which you realize appears to stretch on forever in all directions and makes the building you're standing atop seem insignificant. The ocean seems incredibly vast compared to what you're used to seeing, although granted this is again a smaller living space and you never really ventured too much along the coastline at home -- bad things always seem to crop up when you do. Last time it was a mass of tentacles that strayed a bit too close for comfort (and you had this feeling that they were part of something absolutely horrid). Jake old chap why are you thinking about that this is one of the last possible things you could think up right now!

Why not do both? Strifing and chatting afterwards sounds pretty decent if i do say so myself!

Whatever you want. 

==> You figure this is a simple enough answer, and his look is enough to convince you that yes, you should smile more often — though the question is will you? Letting him go first and then following after, you’re pulled with him. The enthusiasm is endearing all on its own, but you also know that was something you were trying to break him of — caution is important. Either way, you make it up to the top with him and the sun greets you, still high enough in the sky.

You mentioned fisticuffs — a strife couldn’t hurt. Or we could just sit down and talk. I’ve got orange soda in my sylladex I could just as easily take out and we could drink to that.

==> You shrug once, looking at the clouds and the seagulls circling your home. Damn birds.

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==> Oh my god he's smiling again, you must have done something right although as to what you're unsure. You rise to stand with him when he tugs you gently like that and look at him fondly.

Splendid! What shall we partake in while were out there we should make the best use of that hour i think!

==> You see him hesitate again and offer passage to you first. You start to give him an odd look for it, but shrug it off, he's probably just over worrying about things again.

Very well then. 

==> You head through the doorway and pause at the stairwell seeing the scenery at the opening at the top, then dash off up the staircase heedlessly, tugging Dirk along all the while.

==> His excitement causes a brief smile to appear and you stand and pull him to stand with you, still a little miffed that you have to look up at him slightly. Why was that bothering you so much, holy fuck. Maybe because you’re going to have to get used to not being the tallest anymore. Hm. Well, on the plus side, you have every right to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him, so that’s a plus.

Sounds good to me. The sun’s still going to be out for an hour or so, it doesn’t set too soon when there’s nothing around to block it.

==> You start leading him up to the roof with you, opening the door and then pausing as you remember seeing Umbrage up here after Cal had kicked the absolute shit out of him. Hm. You brush that off and motion for Jake to go first.

After you.

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Am i not allowed to talk to my pals without some ulterior motive? Sometimes i just want to converse with you roxy although admittedly that hasnt come across very well within the past while has it oh goodness im terribly sorry about that dear i didnt mean anything by it!

 *fumbles for kerchief* Miss lalonde im afraid ive not a clue what youre referring to there no not at all.

I think i can happily oblige to that!

jake u actually replied omfg u must b v worried about me becomingg a lesbian

dont want me staeling up all the choice ass from rite underneath u

* whoops now im htinkingg about ass underneath u

* dirks ass

* underneath u

* same thing ur thiking about by the sounds of it

wow way 2 b a giddy school girl omg ur more excited than i was

im kidding ofc omg im SO HAPPY FOR YOU srsly!!!!!!!!

smooch him once on the side of the face for me

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==> Upon hearing him repeat your prior exclamation, you realize just what it was you said and oh applesauce way to start this off good and proper chap! 

Oh youre going up to the roof? I was just about to inquire that of you actually because you have more of an idea of what we can and cant do with umbrage being how he is so i wasnt sure if we could. How much longer will the sun stay out do you think we might be able to nudge in some exploring and perhaps a round of fisticuffs and sunset watching? In fact maybe we could even sleep outside on the roof tonight and stargaze or something wouldnt that be grand?

==> You have to avoid clapping a hand over your mouth to keep from showing the quick, amused grin that appears on your face from his wording, but you brush it off and instead clear your throat in an attempt to disguise your laughter. You are the epitome of smooth.

Yes, Jake. We will, in fact, be sleeping together.

==> Snrk.

In the meantime, the sun’s still out, so I’m going up to the roof. You’re welcome to join.

==> You’re sure he will, but you still give him the option. Regardless, you’re not letting him out of your sight.

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Now we very well cant have that can we?

Yes yes on both counts! In fact im here beside him right now and its absolutely splendid to see him.  Oh roxy there are so many things id like to do and im terribly excited but i cant do everything all at once as much as i want to and id go into detail but i can hardly gather my thoughts right now im just extraordinarily happy!

dirk! jake! fill a loveelly girl in did u 2 meet and or kiss yet y/n

if i dont get deets im going to 2 turn in2 a lesbian and throw myself 2 a pack of cougars

* not factual statement i like dick 2 much

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==> You swing your legs out a bit, lean half backwards, and kind of bounce back up to your original sitting position. Yes this is just what you'd hoped he would say! You didn't want to come across as pushy or make him do something unnecessary or anything and that's why you left the decision up to him, but blimey the more time you can spend with him, the better.

So well be sleeping together then strider? Ah thats bloody fantastic im really excited!

==> If he enjoyed seeing you falter, he was going to have a field day when it actually came time to in-person talk about feelings. There is no other more horrible at it than you, and you’re completely aware of that fact. But he drops a kiss on your head and you kind of just… drop your train of thought with it — because wow, that was nice — and have to gain your composure back in record time.

More comfortable for my living situation… I’d say that this bed could fit two people.

==> You go Strider. You go.

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==> You tilt your head slightly at his hesitation, he was always so on the ball when you talked to him via pesterchum, and its kind of amusing to see him falter now in front of you and you chuckle softly. 

Dirk strider i am in your household right now you tell me which would be more comfortable for your living situation alrighty?

==> You lean over and place a kiss to his hair again to drive the point home.

I mean —

==> You pause, suddenly feeling extremely awkward trying to explain this. How do you tell a guy you’ve just met in person for the first time that you wouldn’t mind sleeping with him? Wow, holy shit, you need a new way of wording that. Even though it applies to both ways of the figure of speech, you still gotta explain it to him.

We can share the bed if you want? I just assumed you might want your own, so I threw that out there as an option as well.

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==> You look at him quizzically, this isn't exactly something you'd thought out beyond christ on a cracker I'm going to actually see him in person.

Im not sure dirk however long you want me here i suppose? Ive admittedly not done a whole lot of thinking on it. What would the extra mattress and blankets be for? From what ive seen in cinema people usually share those things dont they? Or is this another future thing?

==> Jake’s anxiety toward all of this is making you the slightest bit antsy, repressing the urge to shift where you sit once again as you study his hand in yours, nodding. You wouldn’t talk about Umbrage at the moment, or why you find yourself unable to not care enough to separate yourself from the situation. Instead, you hum once for a moment and then come to a conclusion.

Alright.

Let’s talk plans.

How long do you think you’ll stay? You’re welcome here as long as you want, you know. I can always search out an extra mattress and some blankets to sleep on so you can take the bed.

==> Your offer is mostly for his sake. You don’t want him to be uncomfortable, so this is your way of compromising. Yep. You wouldn’t mind sleeping with him, if he does stay a night or two though — and not like /that/ because we all know Courtney is going to jump to conclusions. But just sleeping, together, with him, would actually be pretty nice. You keep this to yourself, however.

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==> As he removes your hand you can't help but think that oh dear you did fudge something up but then he entwines his fingers with yours and perhaps you didn't do so badly after all. 

I wont deny that i think ive fumbled through enough to know by now.

If you dont want to talk about it then thats quite alright i wont press further.

==> You turn your head slightly and grin sheepishly, a change of topic would be rather nice. Now what the hell are you supposed to turn it to? 

Yes i believe one is in order if you dont mind.

==> He just said donkey’s dildo holy fuck and somehow it brings a quick, very small smile to your face. Wow, that was amusing. Meanwhile, at his hesitation, you choose to gently take his hand off of your shoulder and instead decide to interlace your fingers again, holding his gaze.

I was not aware of that, actually. You aren’t dumb though. Oblivious, yes, and blinded by naivety on occasion, yes. But not dumb.

==> You could ignore the next part of his words — you aren’t sure you can explain and are even less sure that you want to, slightly hesitant thanks to the fact that sometimes you don’t even know.

It’s complicated.

==> As in, I kind of want to kick your ass for this shit but I won’t because somehow I still care about you type of complicated.

That aside, though, we could move onto more positive topics, if you’d prefer.

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==> You sigh in frustration and furrow your brows again.

Son of a donkey's dildo why the devil does umbrage have to do these things?

==> Oh his hand is back. Does that mean you have yours in the wrong place or is it better here or oh my god stop thinking about it your head needs to be in other places dammit!

He said my vice was being dumb were you aware of that? Hes so rude honestly i dont see how you can bring yourself to put up with him.

Not really, no. 

==> You admit this with a shrug, grateful for the hand on your shoulder, however. You shift a bit to get more comfortable and to take some of your weight off of Jake, thinking silently for a moment as you speak slowly, mending your words to your thoughts as you go.

I am worried about you. That’s a given. 100% fact. You can handle his game, I’m certain of that much. It will be specialized for you, and it’s going to suck, but you’ll be fine.

==> You aren’t so much worried about his game as you are the fact that you can’t protect him, as much as you want. You know that. But facing it is another story. You raise your hand and place it over Jake’s as you lean back up, taking another deep breath.

Just don’t get too cocky and shit will go smooth. 

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==> Your eyes widen as he shifts, his movement having admittedly surprised you. 

But of course! Isnt there anything we could do aside from hiding to prevent him from taking action however? Nothing immediate but dirk isnt there something?

==> You let go of his hand and place yours instead on his shoulder farthest from you in what you hope is a comforting manner. Gosh he's simply so tense about all of this, you want to be able to do something to help at least.

==> You watch with an unflinching stare, lips pressed together until you hear his words, and then you pause, and relax the slightest bit. He wasn’t even worried, not as much as you had maybe hoped for.

Correct.

==> Looking at him briefly for a moment longer, you finally exhale and lean your head against his shoulder, an action you hardly have a reason for. You’re allowing yourself to give in a bit and show the depth of your emotion, even if it was just this. You take a deep breath and stay where you are as you speak again, voice quiet and level.

Just try not to get yourself fucked over, ok? 

==> You can’t keep him safe forever. Though Roxy thinks you can, you know you can’t. And that knowledge eats at you.

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==> You stare up at the ceiling as you ponder over that and worry your bottom lip with your overbite and furrow your brows.

Well then if hes got his mind set on this were just going to have to try our darndest to keep him from getting hold of me wont we?

==> Your gaze softens and look over at Dirk with a little smile you hope might reassure him at least a bit. His worries aren't misplaced at all you know that, but with sitting here beside him makes you feel more sure of yourself in the end. How would that bugger even manage to take the two of you in the first place, anyway?

I’d say that’s the case.

==> You only hesitate to tell him because you really, honest to goodness, feel no desire in the least to worry him at all. Though you do want him happy, you also want him smart. As you said before — he needs to be more like Jane. Skeptical, with a nice dash of realism even in the face of shit hitting the absolute roof. So you sigh once, swallow your misgivings, tilt your head forward again and look at him.

He’s more or less dead set on you being the main player of this particular one. I’m telling you now so that if you feel I’m being overbearing while you’re here, or just overall way too careful, there is a reason. And… if he does manage to get you into playing it, you’ll be prepared enough to know what’s going on.

==> You don’t let your gaze waver from his face the entire time, eyes searching for any emotion or fear there might be. Even you know that there’s a healthy amount of fear everyone should have — this would be a good way to test him, if a little bittersweet. You wish what you said hadn’t been true, anyway.

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==> He noticed your fidgeting (god how obvious were you?) and gets up and takes your hand and oh goodness you're holding hands again this is nice. You give a gentle squeeze as you follow him dumbly and take your place beside him promptly once he seats himself.

That certainly is quite the question strider.

==> There's a soft bump to the side of you and gosh he seems exasperated it must be a really draining subject. Oh. And it is.

Oh good heavens. Is this more hot air coming out of his windhole or is he actually going to try something again?

==> Jake doesn’t sit, and you roll your eyes behind your shades as you once again get to your feet after he speaks, once again taking his hand and tugging him over to the bed, seating yourself and leaning against the wall as you motion to the place next to you. This would hopefully convince him to sit, not to mention that you don’t mind being near him. After all, this is the first time you’ve met. 

When does something not trouble my mind, English?

==> That’s rhetoric, and you couple it with a hitch of your shoulder, leaning your head against the wall.

It’s about Umbrage, actually. He’s planning another game.

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==> You watch him situate himself back in his chair and you try not to frown. You fidget a bit in your spot as you glance at the bed again, you'd hoped he would sit there that way you could take up a place beside him and be close, but with him where he is now you're not certain of what to do with yourself yet again and end up just standing there awkwardly. He laughs and you look up, placing that beautiful sound onto a list of things Dirk Strider needs to do more often because good golly miss molly you want to hear those sweet sounds come out of him as much as possible. Oh that phrasing was kind of odd, wasn't it. Wait, why is he frowning again?

Is something important troubling your mind again? Honestly you worry far too much that cant possibly be good for you.

==> You notice him picking apart your smile, or the little bit there is of it, and stay silent as he does, forcing it back yet again. Smiles are hard to work out of you, and you’re sure it will be well worth it when he finally manages it. His raised eyebrow causes you a moment of thought and then you realize what you must have sounded like, the slightest of smirks taking its place for your expression. You take your own seat on the chair again, just to keep him from thinking you actually DID mean to say that the way you did — and you didn’t, but still. You don’t question the fact that he isn’t sitting yet, chalking it up to some English thing.

It’s pretty unbelievable.

==> You admit this with a light laugh, hardly a breath. But then you frown again, deciding to spring the shit on him about Umbrage’s game before he has a chance to find out for himself. Better warn him early.

Honestly, I wasn’t completely sure this would work, but I’m more than happy that it did. But I do actually have something I want to talk to you about. And it’s semi-out of the blue, but you’ll understand why I need to after I explain.