[Blocked from Di Stri]

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Okay sorry to be a bother and post twice in two days.
But i have something really world shatteringly important to do right the fuck now.
And i desperately need someone capable of WORLD HOPPING to help me.
Is there anyone with a skill like that willing to lend me a hand?

I have to go see a man about a horse.

[OOC: Though this post isn't about the cupcake, if you're the RANDOM NUMBER HERE'th person to reply you might just get some Jake English lovvins!]

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[scrums_and_whatnot]

[Oh. Dirk probably didn't want to get a big bear hug from him, and so he was all kindof stiff and awkward. But Jake can't completely regret it. He's just really excited, and well, Dirk knows how excited he can get.

He smiles at the other boy, sticking his hands in his pockets again and trying to act as unaffected as Dirk obviously is.]

Yeah, sure. I was just thinking that I'd sure get a kick out of seeing your room.

[artfulironicist]

Cool. Follow me.

[Wow, he can't even talk, he is so shit at basically everything, fuck fuck fuck. He leads Jake as quickly as he can manage into his room, and then walks over to decaptchalogue Cal and his sword again. He guesses he doesn't need them right now. Cal can go right back to being a kind of floppy Lady of the Lake.]

Here it is, the Strider room foretold of in legend. So...what do you want to do?

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[Jake followed, eyes wide as he walked through the apartment as if he's delving deep into a tomb.]

Wow, your apartment is so amazing! I'm just fucking flabbergasted.

[He glances around and then perches on Dirk's bed. Little of what he sees really surprises him. It's just like Dirk to have so many ironic, perverted things]

Maybe we could play a video game, like you suggested. It'd be a treat to play one with someone else.

[artfulironicist]

[It's really nice to hear Jake express amazement, and know that he's being valid. Because that's what Jake's all about. He's just fallen off the back of the yokel apple cart and he's filled with excitement for the world.

Dirk wants to ruffle his hair.

And teach him how to mercilessly destroy all his enemies.

Damn, he's cute.]

Sounds good to me. I'll load up Warhawk, unless you were thinking of something a little less close to home.

[He turns on his Playstation, which stops the cycle of images on his TV.]

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[Okay, Dirk doesn't seem too annoyed with him yet, but Jake is probably being jut a little too excited. Dirk's apartment is just like something out of a movie, to him - just as mysterious and exotic as an Egyptian tomb in its own way - which makes it hard to contain himself. But he's aware that he's being a massive dork, and he doesn't want to turn off his quintessentially chill friend.

So he takes a breath and lets it out, trying to relax. He grabs a controller, then scoots back and tries to just sort of...sprawl on Dirk's bed, in a position where he can still see the TV.]

No way. It sounds right up my alley. Are you going to sit on the chair or do you want me to budge over?

[artfulironicist]

[Dirk eyes his bed as he picks up his own controller. Shit, no, that's kind of close-quarters. He is not going to be concentrating on the game like that.]

None of the above, in fact, I'm going to chill on this sweet smuppet pile.

[He shifts a hard robot part, and settles himself into the pile, leaning his back against his mattresses.]

Are you ready to get your ass kicked, or conversely, engage in mutual ass-kickery?

[Flipping through the menu options, hellz yes, this is the most pretentiously named fight.]

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[If it weren't for how weird-looking those smuppets are, Jake might be envious of Dirk's position. He rolls onto his stomach, feet kicking the air, and elbows not far from Dirk's head, with a perfect view of the television.

This is so much better than playing on his computers!]

As it's you who'll definitely be getting their bottom booted, I hope you're prepared, yourself! [He laughs] Or maybe we should join together for cooperative calcitration of some stranger's can?

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[artfulironicist]