[He sees that his position is giving Dirk trouble. He sees it, and, with a mental shrug, chooses to continue being an intractable douchelord about it and stay up there. Still, he gives up the fight-or-flight posture and sits properly on the edge of the roof, letting one leg dangle and then the other, hands tucked into his armpits for warmth.
Situation successfully deescalated from IMMINENT STRIFE to something more tolerable.]
I thought you were supposed to be our age--no, wait, of course, I'm temporally dislocated, what else is new.
[With an annoyed huff, he finally lets his gaze slide away from Dirk. Slightly. It's a start.
It's worth noting he's a little older than sixteen, too. Tall. Still slender, though not as frighteningly young as he would have been immediately post-meteor, with better color in his face and longer limbs.]
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[He sees that his position is giving Dirk trouble. He sees it, and, with a mental shrug, chooses to continue being an intractable douchelord about it and stay up there. Still, he gives up the fight-or-flight posture and sits properly on the edge of the roof, letting one leg dangle and then the other, hands tucked into his armpits for warmth.
Situation successfully deescalated from IMMINENT STRIFE to something more tolerable.]
I thought you were supposed to be our age--no, wait, of course, I'm temporally dislocated, what else is new.
[With an annoyed huff, he finally lets his gaze slide away from Dirk. Slightly. It's a start.
It's worth noting he's a little older than sixteen, too. Tall. Still slender, though not as frighteningly young as he would have been immediately post-meteor, with better color in his face and longer limbs.]