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People with stupid memories don't remember things.

[There's a knock on Bro's door.]

[ rather than reply, he just goes to the door to open it. he's just in a pair of jeans, a hat, and heart-shaped sunglasses. he looks completely stonefaced. ]

Big insults from a guy that needs my help.

[Nadir is half-smirking at him at his greeting, but he looks a bit... tired. Draped around his shoulders is the shadow him, clinging to him as it hovers behind him, much like Nadir does to friends, but this is very much not a friendly gesture from the shadow. Nadir's tail tries to wag, seeing the familiar bare chest--sorry, face, but it seems belaboured as the shadow starts to whisper harshly in his ear.]

I can say sorry but you'll know I don't mean it. Hi, Dirk.

[Boy, he's glad Dirk had put his name into Nadir's phone, since otherwise he wouldn't have remembered it and that would have been embarrassing considering what he had just said.]

Howdy. Nadir, right?

[ he drawls out the 'howdy' like it's a joke, but it's unclear how serious he is about it. he steps inside so nadir and his shadow can come inside, and tilts his head thoughtfully. ]

You got it bad, huh?

[He nods, letting him know he got his name right, stepping inside and eyeing Dirkbas he passes by.]

Go-got what bad?

[He asks, surprised, thinking Dirk just caught him thirsting over his chest.]

The shadow. It's doin' a number on you. I remember you bein' a lot perkier.

[ he closes the door behind them, eyeing the shadow with an unchanging expression. ]

I got ways to tire it out.

O-oh, right...

[The shadow takes that chance to remind him he's an idiot, no wonder he's doomed his homeworld thanks to it... Nadir's ears flatten as if to block it out, but to no avail.]

Yeah, I guess it's easier to sound chipper over text. It... it is pretty bad. What ways?

Well, they're tangible.

[ he says it easily, before taking a step closer and gripping the shadow by the chin so he can pull its face away from nadir's ear. ]

Lotta things someone can do when they can touch someone.

[The shadow's has easily moves, not fighting against the tug, and looks even uninterested. Nadir just makes a sound, frustrated.]

If you don't think I haven't tried to do things like lock it up or even beat it up then you're wrong. I can't even out-fly it.

Well, that wasn't what I had in mind. See, you got real cute when I fucked you.

[ he lofts an eyebrow behind the glasses. ]

Could maybe put the smug bastard in its place.

[It's hard to tell through the fur, but Nadir feels his face get hot at that, and a shiver go up his spine. The shadow makes its own sound, like a snort of derision, rolling its shaded eyes.]

I-I suppose that's what I came over for...

I got two hands. What do you think? It's up to you.

[ he wants to hear him say it. ]

[Nadir isn't quite getting what Dirk is saying, and he cocks his head.]

I wasn't expecting you to have sex with me with one hand tied behind your back or anything?

[ he briefly pinches the bridge of his nose. the glasses slide down a bit so his orange eyes are visible, then he pushes them back up. ]

I meant I could use one hand apiece and get you both squirming.

[He knows that look of annoyance too well from his sister, so he gives him an apologetic grin, ears lowering. What can he say, he's not versed in the implications of fuck.

But once it's made clear his ears stand up, eyes widening in surprise. He swallows, eyes flickering over to the shadow, who has fallen silent, then back to Dirk.]

You... you can do that?

Of course I can do that. Do you know what a fucking machine is, by any chance?

[ might as well get some more testing out there. just saying. ]

I mean, I had a good time with you, but I wouldn't call you THAT.

[He cocks an eyebrow at your ego, Bro.]

Oh my god. I mean a literal machine. Follow me.

[ he is going to lead him to the second bedroom he uses as a workshop. ]

What.

[He asks incredulous, because that sounds like the stupidest thing that he can't even picture it.

He looks around the workshop with a lot of interest, but some...puppets in the corner catches his eye. He stops and points right at them, eyes wide and disturbed as he stares accusingly at Dirk.]

[ there's a moment where dirk stills, running his tongue over his teeth, and he steals a glance over at where nadir is looking before shrugging and moving to uncover a pretty intricate-looking fucking machine. ]

Don't worry about those. They have nothing to do with this.

[He takes another wary glance at the smuppets, slowly walking away until he's beside Dirk again.

But when he reveal the machine, he bursts out laughing. Hard.]

Hahahaha, that's a DICK on a POLE!!

[He barely manages to get out between breath-taking guffaw. This must be a joke.]

[ he sighs and pulls out his phone, flicking through his gallery to get to a video he took before. he puts it on and holds it so nadir can see it, and it's just...

well, it's a very nicely shot video of a hot guy getting absolutely goddamn railed by that dick on a pole, all done up in the strapping and holding onto a couple grips for leverage. there's a LOT of moaning. ]

That's not all it is.

[It takes Nadir at least a minute to stop laughing out loud, and another few seconds to clear the tears from his eyes as he leans against Dirk with one arm as if the laughter had weakened him. But, finally, with little bursts of heeheehee escaping him, he looks at Dirk's phone--

--and then swallows his giggles as he takes it in.]

Oh...!

It's what I've been working on lately. I have more than one, and I've been doing testing runs. If you want to do without it's fine, but I think you'd enjoy it.

[He has a hand to his mouth as he keeps watching it, eyes flicking up to Dirk once in awhile. The more he watches, the more hot he starts to feel, the rush of blood through his ears muffling the shadow's whispers.]

Wh-why do you think I'd specifically like it?

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