I'm just saying, you don't have anything to be self conscious about.
[He's trying. He's trying really hard to make Murdoc feel better about this. At least he hasn't outright suggested that Murdoc has penis envy. He imagines if he did, it wouldn't end very well.]
I never said I was self conscious about anythin', you're the one makin' awfully suspicious assumptions.
[He looks over his shoulder to give Dirk the stink eye, but there isn't much bitterness in it. In fact, looking at Dirk just makes him want to give him a rough kiss for being a brat.]
[He leans in to meet Murdoc's lips, deciding it best not to push Murdoc's obvious penile issues. This is really nice, though. Being close to him, kissing him. Being the big spoon. He wouldn't trade this moment for anything.
Except a sudden yawn forces him to break the kiss and he moves a hand up to stifle it.]
That is not a thing that just happened, I ain't even tired.
[Murdoc enjoys the kiss while it lasts. He feels warm and comfortable and he doesn't even want to think about leaving this bed tomorrow because he has no intention of leaving it now.
He crinkles his nose as Dirk yawns in his face, turning back away from him and moving his arms over Dirk's, threading their fingers.]
[He really didn't mean to yawn in Murdoc's face- honest. It was a complete and total accident. But hey, at least he doesn't have morning breath, right? It's just Bro breath right now.
He hmmphs in protest at Murdoc's words and has to resist the urge to call him Flower again.]
I'm not- [Fuck it, another yawn.] Fine, g'night, daddy. [He gives Murdoc's hand a squeeze, an amused smile on his face as he closes his eyes. He is tired, and he was totally denying it. Being so close to Murdoc isn't helping matters- it's comforting and warm and something he isn't used to at all. It's a good feeling and it's quickly helping him doze off.]
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[He's trying. He's trying really hard to make Murdoc feel better about this. At least he hasn't outright suggested that Murdoc has penis envy. He imagines if he did, it wouldn't end very well.]
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[He looks over his shoulder to give Dirk the stink eye, but there isn't much bitterness in it. In fact, looking at Dirk just makes him want to give him a rough kiss for being a brat.]
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I'm just trying to make you feel good about yourself. Geez. You're the one getting defensive over it.
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[He leans in to meet Murdoc's lips, deciding it best not to push Murdoc's obvious penile issues. This is really nice, though. Being close to him, kissing him. Being the big spoon. He wouldn't trade this moment for anything.
Except a sudden yawn forces him to break the kiss and he moves a hand up to stifle it.]
That is not a thing that just happened, I ain't even tired.
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He crinkles his nose as Dirk yawns in his face, turning back away from him and moving his arms over Dirk's, threading their fingers.]
Good night, Thumper.
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He hmmphs in protest at Murdoc's words and has to resist the urge to call him Flower again.]
I'm not- [Fuck it, another yawn.] Fine, g'night, daddy. [He gives Murdoc's hand a squeeze, an amused smile on his face as he closes his eyes. He is tired, and he was totally denying it. Being so close to Murdoc isn't helping matters- it's comforting and warm and something he isn't used to at all. It's a good feeling and it's quickly helping him doze off.]