#[ ɓuol ɹoɟ ʇou ʇsnɾ 'slɐʇɹoɯɯı ǝq plnoɔ ǝʍ ] bodyguard dirk | invinciblecrew

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💭 🌶️ (for any of my fellas)

gin’s leaning on one elbow, staring at dirk. he’s been staring for a long time. sometimes he does this. long periods of silence at his desk punctuated, eventually, by some new scheme or potential breakthrough. something he’s worked out in the space between conscious thought and distant gaze locked onto the back of his bodyguard’s head. dirk’s probably used to it by now.

it’s not entirely surprising to hear something harebrained on occasion. gin’s a mad scientist at the best of times. this isn’t science, though. this is an almost dreamy sigh, followed by, “sometimes i wish you’d let me suck your dick.”

genius at work.