Oh jeez, what a bummer. There’s tons of Dirks I’ve talked to myself. You’re numbers far outweigh the Janes here. :B
It seems that way. Either that, or most Janes try to keep to themselves on this site.
“And I haven’t.”
You follow in his footsteps the entire way, grimacing. You’ve been severely humiliated today. You just won’t stand for this. Sitting next to him, you pull your legs into the seat with you and rest your head on your knees, stealing some popcorn and chewing on it with a vengeance. Dirk. Asshole.
“Now you have.”
You oh-so-casually take your shades off and drop them on your lap. It’s too dark in here for shades. You could barely see a thing! Now that that problem is solved, you hand the bag of popcorn over to him. Let him have the popcorn (for now). You have something better. Skittles. Heeellll yeeeaaaaah.
HE SAID IT WAS AN ANCIENT CULTURE-FILLED SAYING.
DO I HAVE PERMISSION TO KILL YOUR RELATED-IN-SOME-WAY BROTHER?
I’m pretty sure that which ever Dave told you that wasn’t from my timeline, and is therefore another Dirk’s “brother”.
It’s not my permission to give.
If he were, though, I’d definitely have to deny giving it to you.
You grumble under your breath with a sigh and turn to follow him, scuffing your shoes on the ground as you do so. God dammit. You try to do one thing and you don’t even have a clue. Nice try, but no cigar. That IS the stupid human saying, right? Fuck if you know.
“Of course I don’t! This is confusing as hell.”
“Not really. At least, not if you’ve ever been in a theater before.”
You hand your tickets to a guy at another stand who tears a piece off of each of them, hands them back, and tells you which theater to go to. Afterwards, you lead the way down the hall to the theater. The place is pretty empty, so it’s not too difficult to find a place to sit. You end up picking a seat a few rows from the front.
SPLIT REALITIES ARE A BITCH, BY THE WAY. I’VE GOT 99 PROBLEMS AND THEY’RE ALL OF THEM.
KARKAT VANTAS. BUT YOU ALREADY KNEW THAT.
I can’t say I know this particular version of you all that well, but considering what I do know about the other Karkats I’ve met, I never would have thought you’d be the type to listen to that kind of music - let alone reference it in a casual conversation.
Consider me surprised.
You don’t even know what he got you, and frankly, you have a feeling it won’t be good. This is Dirk, after all. And for all that he says he isn’t black flirting, he totally fucking is, you realize after you’ve taken a sip and yes, this shit is nasty. RuDE.
“Ok, then let’s go? What the fuck are we waiting for?”
You half-lead the way blindly because hell if you know where you’re going, and half-hang back for him to show you where to go. As if you’d admit that you aren’t sure.
You hesitate for a moment or so, watching uu with curiosity as he starts leading the way, and even though he hasn’t gone too far, you can already tell he’s going the wrong way. Some people just have too much pride.
“We’re waiting for you to realize you have no fucking idea where you’re going.”
And with that, you take all the stuff in your hands and walk off towards the theaters, expecting uu to follow.
cachaemicgement started following you
I was wondering when I’d see another one of you.
Anyway, hey. Chances are you’ve already met one of the many alternate versions of myself that co-exist through split realities, but I’m going to introduce myself despite that. The name’s Dirk Strider.
“Fizzy. That’s what kind.”
Your answer is lacking in every degree, you think, but that’s the point. You want to see what his choice will be, anyway. Idly, you lean against the counter and watch with alert eyes to see everything that goes on. You consider the fact that you came to kill him. Or rough him up, at least. And you’re now watching a movie with him.
This is oddly not disappointing.
[You raise an eyebrow at his answer, but make no comment. Instead, you turn back to the counter and get a diet coke. Take that, motherfucker. You also get orange soda for yourself (Fanta, to be more specific), popcorn, and a bag of skittles. You hand over the diet coke to him before grabbing the rest of the stuff.]
“If we hurry, we can get good seats before the theater fills up. If it does.”