[Having finished the last of his ice cream with a decisive and slightly smug bite of the cone, Dirk opted to lean back. There may be the ever so slight of smirks upon his countenance if but briefly. It's faint, like rosy-fingered dawn had opted to blearily paw at the horizon before turning in her bed and mumbling, "Ten more minutes." Ethereal, quick to show and quick to fade to something a bit more serious.]
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I'll think about it.