Dirk: > Be the good boyfriend.

[sickheartbeats]

[It's VALENTINE'S MORNING, early as shit, but the apple of your eye has a tendency to rise at ungodly hours, so you're not surprised to find him in the kitchen barely past seven.

You're also not a fan of COMMERCIAL HOLIDAYS and ROMANCE ON DEMAND, but the two of you haven't been on a proper official date in a while, so you might as well. Surely he's bigger on the idea of chocolates and roses than you ever could be, being SUAVE ENGLISH, MAN OF HEARTTHROBS.]

Hey.
Sup.

Comments

[sickheartbeats]

[Nothing like some iron and fire to the sound of some GLITCH MOB REMIXED classic rock'n'roll. Sometimes sick rhymes don't cut the blacksmith mood.]

[You do this for an hour before you feel like taking a shower again, even thought it's only been five hours since your last.

Instead, you decide to check in with Jake.]

--timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering golgothasTerror [GT]--
TT: Hey.
TT: How are you doing?

[fightingcargos]

[You check your phone.]

[...Huh! That was... thirty minutes to yourself. Okay?]

GT: Oh hi!
GT: I found a really kickin tree.
GT: Im thinking about building a little something up here!
GT: Maybe just a platform.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Productive.
Do I take that to mean you're feeling any better?

[fightingcargos]

GT: Sort of.
GT: Im probably going to take a nap when i get back.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Good idea.
TT: I could probably use one, too.

[Dirk. What are you doing, Dirk. You're not even that tired.

Except suddenly your heart feels the part.]

[fightingcargos]

GT: Really?

[Some part of you suddenly doesn't want to take a nap. You dub this part of you "really dumb."]

GT: I guess you could always use more sleep huh?

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Yeah, I'm getting kind of cranky, hate to admit.
TT: If you take too long I'll get my snuggle on with Cal instead.

[fightingcargos]

GT: I might be out for a while honestly.
GT: I wanted to see if the arts and crafts hut has any proper planks.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Ok.
TT: Cool.
TT: This round goes to the C-Man.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Say hello to him for me!

-- golgothasTerror [GT] ceased pestering timaeusTestified [TT]--

[He really does need a nap, you think. Or you'd like him to need one.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You might not need a nap, but you do need a minute with your guardian. Unfortunately, the griddle is only half finished, so that will have to wait.]

[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Check for planks.

[In a minute. You like the quiet, up here.]