Dave & Dirk

[heartcore]

So Dave. Word on the street is you're decent with a blade.
Not that there's much of a street to give word on, but not really sure that's ever stopped anyone.
Thoughts?

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[naks]

what
i mean yeah sure sounds about right
if it was a real street itd be plastered with the title
dave is fucking sick with his blade
big enough to see from outerspace
or google maps

[heartcore]

You know, you're building up a hell of an expectation for yourself with big words like that.
I hope you're planning on living up to those standards if I challenge you to a sparring match.

[naks]

[ shit. no no no nononono. ]

you want to strife

[heartcore]

That an offer?

[naks]

[ no. ]

ok yeah why not
i guess this is when i say dirk
roof now
or in ten i dont really know
ready when you are

[heartcore]

Ten minutes works.
Be right there.

((Admittedly? While Dave is shaking in his sneakers, Dirk is completely THRILLED. Not that he's about to SHOW it but... he's finally fighting a LEGEND. Or the kid version of it, but.... still a legend.))

[naks]

[ he's standing on the roof with a sword in hand, still feeling pretty freaked out about this whole ordeal. it wasn't that he wouldn't want to strife with dirk (as a matter of fact he can feel himself tremble and he knew part of it is from excitement), but he's worried. worried that he's not good enough, and that dirk won't be satisfied with him.

bro taught him well, he knew that. he also knew that dirk wasn't bro but sometimes when he doesn't think about it he can definitely see a flash of bro in him. and when he feels comfortable enough he'll even rag on dirk a little, for things bro did like giving him an avalanche of puppet dong for his birthday before tacking on a simple 'yeah, i know you're different people'. he knew that very well.

but even knowing they're different people doesn't stop him from feeling nervous. and in the end despite the complicated back story and ectoshenannies it was really simple:

he wanted dirk to like him. ]

[heartcore]

((So by whatever magic it is that Dirk works by, Dirk finds his way to Dave. He doesn't flashstep over: he liked some theatrics, sure, but no use being a showoffy asshole. His katana is at his side, and his hand rests where the hilt and sheathe meet.))

'Sup. ((Just a little starter conversation.))

[naks]

Nothin' much.

[ he grips on the handle of his sword, not sure what he should say next. oh my god, this was seriously happening. ]

Winner buys pizza.