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Who: Dirk Strider and OPEN
When: Today in the afternoon
Where: Around the plaza, or in the Coral Corral
Style: Anything is fine.
Status: Open

[So, some things have happened this week. Dirk and Roxy are sharing a house now, for one, and they made sure to get one that had enough rooms that Jane and Jake could stay with them if they ever arrived. So far, it'd been good. Living with someone else was a novel experience, as was having neighbors.

Apparently there's been a curse going on, but the effects of it haven't really hit Dirk- until this morning, when he'd discovered that something red had gotten mixed in with his shirts in the wash. And he didn't even remember getting anything red in the first place, when he'd gotten clothes to replace his Derse pajamas.

Dirk's never been one to let a little color bleeding stop him, though. He has things to do. He just continues to go about getting the things they want or need for the house, all while wearing a shirt that is a really eye-catching shade of pink. ]

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[Pink is pretty eye catching, but really for no other reason than you don't see it that much to begin with. So it catches Summoner's eye as he sits near a shop front on a bench, facing the plaza. His horns are full sized, smaller before when he was in the shop, but uh- he doesn't want to get too comfy with less weight up there so he removed his enchanted earrings. He seems to be in a rather pleasant calm as he spots the boy and it takes him a moment to realize who it is. He never saw him physically after all, just threw a few birds, so he doubts the kid will have any idea of who he is, still, Lysunder's not one to shy away from a greeting as he sees the boy pass.]

Pink? Bold, Dirk, bold. But to be honest it's not that bad of a colour for ya.

[Yes Summoner, with you and your fantastic fashion sense, red, orange, and black. You're like Halloween, and even more so with those big ass orange wings.]

[Dirk's on his way to find somewhere to get orange soda- Roxy's got a handle on her alcohol, thanks to her first message on the SFC, but the house needs things for people who don't want to get drunk- i.e. him. Hey, no one expected a teenager to buy especially healthy things.

He almost flinches when Summoner starts talking. He still isn't exactly used to hearing other people talk to him, especially not at random. But it's fine, he's adapting, so after the first moment of surprise he turns to face the troll. Not one he's seen face to face yet, and an adult, but not one of them he's been warned about. Familiar with him, though, so one he's talked to through the SFC. And he knows what he looks like. The wings kind of help too. No need to ask, he's pretty sure he's right about this.]

Checking me out again, Lysunder?

[Alcohol doesn't really fill the food pyramid, as much as Roxy might want it too. You sure can put alcohol in a lot of things though, maybe Roxy should look into cooking? Not baking, of course, but cooking might be cool, usin' alcohol and stuff.]

Heh, nothing's better than the real deal, kid. But you couldn't really call it that.

[Ding ding, it's Lysunder. Whom of which smirks and puts his arms up on the backrest of the bench.]

Running errands?

[If that happens, then she actually will be able to fill the food pyramid with alcohol.]

What should I call it, then? I don't think you'd like it if I called it stalking.

[Dirk takes a step or two closer, to get out of the way of the rest of the pedestrian traffic, but he doesn't take a seat on the bench.]

Yeah. Didn't exactly put my apartment in my sylladex before I arrived here.

[Yeah, true, but you can't really get drunk on food cooked with alcohol, most of the time anyway, so maybe that'll be good for her?]

Not stalking either. That uh, needs some kind of obsession aspect I think. And I'm pretty sure we're merely acquaintances at this point, eh?

[Laughs, shrugging his shoulders a little.]

Besides, you're a bit too young for me. I tend to go for people double or triple my age. [A kind of... bitter laugh to himself. Since it's true... weirdly enough.]

Why didn't you? Always gotta be prepared. Maybe you should uh, just carry around an entire house, just in case, ya know? That might very well come in handy at some point or at another point.

[Lysunder's lucky that nothing counts as too much information to Dirk. Most people would think that sounds really creepy.]

Yeah, acquaintances. Just as long as you don't start developing an obsession, I think I can do the same. I guess that's not so difficult for trolls, though. You all live for a pretty long time when you're not being culled, right?

Couldn't get the whole thing at once. Mine isn't the most suited for getting things stored away all at the same time, and I was busy by the time it became relevant.

Ahhm, don't expect that. I can't see me getting that kinda attached to you. [Snorts, laughing a bit to himself and raising an eyebrow.]

But uh- no, we don't all live that long. Just the highbloods do, I uh, I actually have about a human life span I think? But since the last two flushed adventures I've had have been with bluebloods, I can safely say I might have a type. [Another laugh, though this one mind sound a little more bitter.]

Ah, well uh- maybe the Nostalgia Nook has other fetch modi if yours is a pain? I wouldn't know, don't go there much myself. But they got a lot of helpful stuff there.

Huh. After your bitch-queen proved herself nearly immortal, I figured that it would be more common. All the more to learn about trolls. As for types, nothing wrong with having one. Though you don't sound too thrilled about it.

Nah, Tech Hop Modus's fine for me. It's not a pain, it's a challenge. 'Sides, I need to get a job to buy anything there, don't I?

Uh, she lives the oldest out of all of our race. After her, then purple blooded seadwellers, indigos, uh- "clowns" for the most part, royal blue, cerulean, teal, jade, green, olive, yellow, and down to dark red in that order down. Red living about uh, half as long as I will. Not that I ain't thrilled, just have a few things to tend to. [A small sigh, cutting the topic short.]

Yeah that's true. You need tokens for the Nostalgia Nook.

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[ It's been... weird. Nice, really nice, but super weird. Not only do they have somewhere pretty cozy and awesome to live, but they have someone to live with. Each other, specifically. It's amazing.

So Roxy has been taking advantage of this whole having a new place and also everything is free thing, and has been decorating her room almost since they got the place. She's nearly done, too, but the grand reveal will be later.

She's chillaxing with a drink when he wanders by, and it's only practice that keeps her from spitting it out. ]

Gurl, where did you get your shirt.

[Sorry, Roxy, he didn't mean to make you almost waste your precious booze.

He stops in the process of heading back to his room, smoothing out any wrinkles on it.]

Made it myself, apparently. I take it you appreciate the color.

[ Good. She may have cried dramatically or something. ]

Totally. I might have to borrow it some time.

[ She unwinds herself from her seat (one of those big fuzzy chairs in hot pink) and gets up to step over to him, peering closely at the color, which may or may not put her in what would normally be uncomfortable proximity. ]

What happened?

Only if I get to borrow yours.

[He's half-serious. And she's probably invading his personal bubble, even though he hasn't exactly established the boundaries yet, but this is Roxy, so she gets a free pass.]

There was a tragic laundry accident. My things didn't survive.

Natch. I think I even have a skirt that'd go totally perfect with the top. And your legs.

[ WONK. ]

But really though we gotta be careful with the laundry it could be out to get us.

Great. I'll let you know when I need it. [This is, of course, said perfectly deadpan.]

Lots of things are out to get us. Rugs seem pretty dangerous too.

Oh my god I know. Tricky little things. Keep trippin' over 'em 'n junk.

[ Of course, she kind of trips over her own feet a lot of the time, too, but shh. It's totally the rugs.

She's quiet for a moment, a hand sort of absently curled in the hem of his shirt, and she glances around. ]

This is so weird.

[It's always the rugs. Roxy obviously is too amazing to ever do something as simple as misplace her feet. She didn't even trip when her feet hit someone's face when she was sleep-floating, after all.

But when she pauses, and looks around, it gets a behind-the-sunglasses eyebrow raise.]

There are a lot of weird things here. You're going to have to be more specific.

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[... Yukari might like that shade of pink. Minako should just go up and talk to this stranger about it, right? So yes.]

I like your shirt.

[Whoa, a stranger. Who's not a troll. This is unprecedented.]

Thanks. Made it myself.

Oh, really? How'd you do that?

Got some things mixed up in the wash.

[... in other words, he didn't mean for this to happen. But why say that?]

Oh, so it's what they call a happy accident? Too bad... It'll be hard to replicate for Yukari-chan.

You know a girl who'd like this? I'd offer, but I doubt she'd want some stranger's shirt. I wouldn't be surprised if this place had something, though. There are plenty of shops.