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Who: Jake English and Dirk Strider
When: Right now!
Where: Dirk's apartment
Summary: Jake needs a place to stay, and who better to let you invade their personal space than your best bro?
Warnings: Neither of them are all that polite with language, and Jake might be trying to win Dirk's favor with dead bitty monsters.

[ Jake rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet as he knocks on Dirk's door. There are small cuts all over his arms, legs and face from his earlier run in with a group of parrotsquid on his way over here. The good news is he managed to keep some of the spoils! And is clutching a few gross, squishy dead monsters in his hand as he bangs on the door a second time, waiting for Dirk to hurry up and open it.

Really, he probably should have phoned ahead of time and let him know that he was looking for a place to stay after the disappearance of his former roommates, and the need to find a new place to live at least temporarily, but just showing up with all his things packed away into his sylladex seemed so much more convenient at the time he decided to leave, so he opted to just do that instead. And now here he is! ]

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[While Jake might be riding the rush and excitement of danger, and the prospect of rooming with his best bro, Dirk is just lividly pissed. His first thought is that somehow whatever was keeping the Darkness out, had failed.

The next is the realization that nothing is trying to bust in so much as knock politely, and the idea of being dragged out of sleep for something so trivial has not at all placed him in a good mood. So he swings the door open with way more force than necessary, an angry curl to his mouth, onto abruptly stop in the tirade he was about to make]

...Jake?

[ Yes that look is certainly... something. What it is exactly, Jake's not really sure, but it's enough to give him the vague feeling that maybe he shouldn't bank on Dirk letting him stay here quite as much as he was before. The earnest grin he was wearing before now seems kind of forced as he tries to keep it in place while giving Dirk an uncertain look.

Well... if this doesn't work out, maybe Roxy or Jane would be willing to offer up a spot on the sofa.

Either way, not point in coming here just to give up before he tries! He shoves the hand full of dead, oozing minimonsters forward towards Dirk. ]

Hello there, Dirk! Sorry for showing up here on such short notice.

[ As in... no notice at all. ]

I thought since I was out, however, I might as well stop by and see how my best bro was holding up so far!

[ He looks down at the squidish birds in his hands. ]

A brought...

[ A gift? ]

Some things I found on the way over here.

...It's fine.

[No, it's really not, but his expression has already schooled out into something a little more expressionless, gaze fixed firmly on the...Dead things Jake has in his hand and is offering him. A part of him is a little bewildered by the situation.

Mostly, it was par the course for Jake to act before thinking. Finally he'll lift his gaze and back out of the door way]

You wanted to come in?

[ Without giving Dirk a chance to retract the offer, Jake is taking three bounding steps into his apartment and looking around the place. ]

Nice of you to invite me in. I would suggest heading out on the town for a bit, but everything closes down after dark, so there wouldn't exactly be much to do.

[He'll slam the door shut after him, and follow him at a much slower, almost shuffling pace]

If you wanted to do something exciting, you might have come earlier. [A beat] Did you want to throw those out?

[ Jake's planted himself firmly in the middle of the room now, not sure if he should just go ahead and explore or wait for Dirk to pick whichever room he's most comfortable with setting Jake in for now. ]

It was a little last minute that I decided to come over.

[ He stops and considers the question he was asked. ]

But what do you mean throw them out?

[ CAN'T YOU TELL THEY'RE A GIFT, DIRK?! ]

[He's just making a beeline for what passes as a living room in this place, sinking down onto the couch cushions and stretching out his legs]

What were you intending to do with them?

[ He'll just walk over to the couch at a slower pace then and... flop down next to Dirk. Gonna make himself nice and comfortable here. ]

What do you mean? They're a gift.

...Thank you, Jake.

[He is just you know, way too fucking tired to argue with this shit right now. Likewise he's not sure quite yet how to go about squishing them into his sylladex, so he just points to the table. You can put your dead things there, thanks]

[ Will do! If by drop you mean toss them onto the table and have one go sliding a little too far and fall onto the floor... OOPS! Ah well. He won't worry about that for now. Instead he just wipes his hand off on his own shirt. ]

Any time!

[...He'll clean it later, about the time that he figures out what the fuck he's going to do with them, and if it would be possible to simply toss them without Jake noticing]

You aren't being completely honest with me. You have the NV, and plenty of chances to check up on me. You didn't use them, and not because it didn't occur to you.

[Spill it bro]

[ Ahaha... shoot. He was kind of hoping to at least get into a friendly chat before he launched into the asking for favors thing here. Jake frowns a little, wringing his hands together in an exaggerated gesture of nervousness. There's pretty much no way he isn't playing it up right now to set what he thinks the atmosphere should be. ]

All of my roommates have seemed to vanish on me into thin air, and I may or may not be in need a place to stay. Just until I find myself a new living arrangements of course! And I wouldn't take up too much space while I was here. I wouldn't even need a bed, I could make do on this couch perfectly fine.