sortinghat_rp | 013 | Sunday evening

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013 | Sunday evening

I have to say, today's game was fantastic. I'm honestly impressed with the performance of our professors and other staff members who participated.
Of course, I'm a little disappointed that Gryfferin lost, but I'm all for good sportsmanship and most of the professors on our team behaved admirably.
That being said, I hope we have more games like this in the future. I'd like another excuse to use the banners we made.

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You were being inconsiderate, but that doesn't mean I was upset.

It's alright to be stupid sometimes, y'know.

I didn't think I was being inconsiderate, I suppose. Which is inconsiderate in itself.
It's hard to tell with you sometimes, is all. You're awfully aloof at times.

I feel like I am a lot around you. Which isn't a bad thing, you know. I feel more like myself, I suppose.

Now I'm rambling and I feel even more stupid.

Aloof?

[He's actually surprised to hear that, considering he feels the complete opposite. He's often felt like he was too involved and expressed his feelings far too much.]

I never thought I was acting that way lately, to be honest. I'd say you act that way more than I do.

Heh... same. And I'd definitely say it's a damn good thing.

Stop that.

Perhaps that wasn't the right word.
Or, I suppose that it's what I'm used to from you. I'm never sure what to expect because this all so ~~weird~~ new.

Stop what?

Well I never meant to come off as aloof, but I guess I can work on fixing that or something. But I dunno how, I mean, I don't know when I'm doing it? But I really don't want to come off as distant or anything. That's the last thing I am.

Stop feeling stupid.

As I said, perhaps I'm letting my first impressions of you hinder my opinions of you now. It's a vunerable situation.

It doesn't just turn off, you know.

You're right. Y'know, I'm guilty of that too, I guess. So maybe we both just need to put those impressions behind us.

But there's no reason to, bro. At least none I can see. I like it when you ramble at me. It goes back to the who first impression thing. When you ramble, it shows you care.

First impressions take a while to shake. We're grown men, I'm sure we'll manage it somehow.

It shows I'm absolutely horrible at expressing myself, actually. If you like it, I will make an effort to continue doing it for you sake.

That makes two of us, then. Because I don't really know how to express myself either. If I were better at reading people, I don't think it'd be a problem. But I suck at that, too.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, it's no big deal. Do what's comfortable, y'know?

Alright. I understand now. Honestly this entire discussion has been very cathartic.

You know, despite all of the bumps we've had to endure, I find myself more attached to you every day.

Yeah. Yeah, it has. Surpisingly. I didn't think that would be possible.

[Murdoc's last sentence is enough to just make it all that much better, though he has a hard time figuring out something to say.]

If that's the case, then I guess I'll keep doing what I've been doing in case I end up screwing it up.

I suppose all I can do is promise to do the same. You deserve it, afterall.

So do you.

[Inkblots. He's not sure what to even say anymore. It's been cathartic, but he's run out of words and he's still not feeling the best. He kinda just wants to get off the journals and go back to hiding.]

I think that's all there really is left to say.

I'll leave you to it, then.

Good night, Dirk.

Yeah...

You too.

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