It...seemed like a good idea at the time.

[splinterself]

[So after getting the "Where is this, who are you, what is going on?" out of his system, Dirk Strider was purposefully and boldly exploring Mac Anu and was...kind of bemused by the fact that the city wasn't done up in purple and black.

...just saying.

He had ended up at the harbor and there he paused in his wan- purposeful exploring, as...you know what's incredibly distracting? Actually only having one self (at least for the time being) that he was aware of. Also the clothes. Also the fact that he still had no idea what the hell was going on, and, more importantly, what was happening with Roxy.

There was a certain irony in him spacing out just as badly as he did when he had multiple selves to juggle, one which was lost on the guy as he was spacing out, brooding.]

...

[Yeah, this was getting him nowhere. (And shit, the lack of purple really was throwing him off.) That was when he shook his head slightly, turned to the nearest person, and said:]

Hey.

[So verbose.]

Comments

[hoperaider]

And you never would have been able to deliver any of your usual punchlines.

[splinterself]

What, you doubt me? That's generous of you but I'd find a damn way to slip in a punchline, never fear.

[hoperaider]

Well, whatever. I doubt I'll change much in that regard. I wouldn't be me if I were too skeptical, right?

[splinterself]

...true. And that's wh- hold on. [Shit, is that a kumquat for sale? BRB buying it.



What. Dude never had one before. He's curious.]

[hoperaider]

[Jake actually has no idea what the heck that is.]

Dirk? What in the devil's name did you just buy?

[splinterself]

I think it's a kumquat. [Unsure.]

[hoperaider]

A what? [Shit, he's never even heard of the thing!]

[splinterself]

Some fruit. I saw it in Surfing with Bears-...sorry, that was after your time. In a movie.

[hoperaider]

I'll be honest, I've neither heard of nor seen a kumquat before. [He doubts he's tasted one, either.]

What's it about?

Guess what?

[splinterself]

Eh. Bears had to learn how to surf to save their forest from evil developers who were bent on turning it into an amusement park. It was pretty shitty, bro, which I guess means you'd like it. When we get back I'll send a copy over to you.

Point being, they had some kumquat song partway through which is why I remembered it. [He indicates the fruit.] You want a bite?

What?

[hoperaider]

Sounds like a 90's environmental movie! I'll be looking forward to it.

Oh, sure. [Honestly, Jake will try any food that isn't in the nut family don't say it.]

/gently holds and...

[splinterself]

You would.

[And he hands the kumquat over isn't it bad enough that he's sampling Dirk's kumquat must we innuendo more have some restraint man]

/suspicious

[hoperaider]

[Jake takes it and, well, he doesn't see where he can peel it, so it looks like you have to eat the skin, too. plz innuendo is my middle name He sinks his teeth into it, not sure what to expect, buholySHIT THAT IS TART! ...He keeps taking a bite of it, though, and hands it back. After swallowing, he decides to comment about it.]

That was unexpected! [It's a good thing Jake likes sour stuff as much as sweet.]

What. Why so suspicious? This could be a sign of affection.

[splinterself]

[...and now he's a bit wary, but he's hardly going to back down from something like this. He takes a bite and yeah it's kind of tart.]

Yeah. [Wow, damn.] Yeah, it is. [Not sure if he wants the rest.]

There was an "and" in there, yo. :T

[hoperaider]

[Narration calls first indirect kiss! He grins.]

If you don't want it, I'd be more than happy to take it off your hands.

Oh right. So how do you feel about swimming?

[splinterself]

[He takes a second bite first before making a face and handing it to Jake.]

Here you go.

Swimming is awesome and so is ice skating.

[hoperaider]

Thank you!

[Jake chuckles and takes it, enjoying the next bite now that he knows what he's up against.]

Not a sour fan, Dirk?

Fantastic! /...picks you up, tosses you in the nearest lake

[splinterself]

Not really. Just isn't my thing.

/FLAILS

[hoperaider]

What is your "thing," then?

[splinterself]

Salty or sweet things. Comes with a diet of orange soda and chips.

[hoperaider]

Yes, I suppose spicy foods would be a bit out of the question for you. Can't say I'm terribly fond of salty foods, but I can agree with you on sweet things!

[splinterself]

What did you eat on Murderdeath Island, anyway?

[hoperaider]

Oh, uh...well, there were some vegetables, other than the pumpkins, and fruit. Grandma left some canned foods, too, and there were animals on the island I could use as a source of protein. Any bread I made from scratch, and there was plenty of pasta and rice. She also left a herb garden so that I wasn't without spices.

[splinterself]

Damn. [Bro, dude, he loves you, respect to your elders, but...dude.] She really was prepared.

[hoperaider]

She had a way with plants and animals, really. I can't say that I boast the same capabilities. Perhaps the only thing I share with her is a familiarity with machinery!

[Even if he has no idea what the fuck the doodads in the ruins actually DO.]