Roxy gave me the most orange kitten ever. She's really cute and fluffy. I named her Orangina. Last night she slept on my pillow by Lil' Cal. When school starts, she's coming with me too.
[If he notices, he really doesn't care. If he wasn't so drunk, if the full weight in its entirety of just how fucked up things were could actually hit him, he would be crying too. But instead it's just sitting in his stomach, making him feel a little nauseous. He's too drunk to really, properly be depressed. But that doesn't make him any less sorry.
But he lets out a sigh, and brings his hand up to rub at Dirk's hair.]
Can we just...be cool again, Dirk? Y'know... brodates, and tacos, and... Y'know, that kinda thing? I don't like fightin'. I don't like hurtin' your feelings... I just wanna go back to normal. Okay? Can that... be a thing again?
[Dirk's eyes flicker open for a moment when he feels Bro's hand in his hair. He glances upward, but it's only brief. It's more comfortable to just keep laying his head against his chest.]
Yeah. I want that. I want to do fun stuff with you and not make us mad at each other.
[Though by this point, Dirk's just too exhausted to feel any of the frustration he had earlier. He's still sad, he's still crying, but it's just that. He feels considerably better.
Honestly? This entire thing would've gone down better if he still wasn't coming down from the negative side effects from a weeklong party.]
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But he lets out a sigh, and brings his hand up to rub at Dirk's hair.]
Can we just...be cool again, Dirk? Y'know... brodates, and tacos, and... Y'know, that kinda thing? I don't like fightin'. I don't like hurtin' your feelings... I just wanna go back to normal. Okay? Can that... be a thing again?
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Yeah. I want that. I want to do fun stuff with you and not make us mad at each other.
[Though by this point, Dirk's just too exhausted to feel any of the frustration he had earlier. He's still sad, he's still crying, but it's just that. He feels considerably better.
Honestly? This entire thing would've gone down better if he still wasn't coming down from the negative side effects from a weeklong party.]