Heartlines

by Vector2um2iitUp

Discovering he was in a quadrant with a highblood he just met, Dirk soon finds himself in the midst of a battle decades in the making where murder, ectobiology, scheming highbloods, and political sabotage force him to realize that he can't outrun a destiny that was put into motion the second he was made.

1. Scream

Scream

I see you over there, so hypnotic

Thinking 'bout what I do to that body

I get you like ooh baby baby

Got no drink in my hand

But I'm wasted

Getting drunk of the thought of you naked

I get you like ooh baby baby

If you wanna scream, yeah

Let me know and I'll take you there

tipsyGnostalgic-is pestering-timaeusTestified

tipsyGnostalgic: Come oooooon Dirk! Dave is DJing and I PROMISED that I would make you come with!

Dirk didn't dignify Roxy's continued pestering with a response, continuing to type in code for the system update needed for their apartment security system (okay not needed but he had built in some new features and wanted to see them in action). The dark of his workshop was unexpectedly filled with light, causing Dirk to flinch with a grunt. He glared at the grinning blonde now standing in the doorway who had turned the lights on ( 'snap on, snap off', a feature she had added and Dirk still hadn't managed to get rid of).

TT: Roxy I am busy. And it's not like I've never seen Dave rip it on his turntables before.

Roxy crossed her arms with a huff.

TG: But Jane is coming too! And you haven't left your block since that thing with Jake and that was weeks ago. Don't you think it's been long enough? We're all really starting to worry, I mean you haven't stayed in here this long before.

He stared at Roxy for a long moment, trying to remember the last time he had left his half of the complex just to prove her wrong. Dirk pursed his lips unhappily when he came up empty ; he had thought he was handling this better, but apparently this was just one more fuck up to add to the list. He sighed, setting his laptop aside and stretched the kinks from his shoulders before speaking;

TT: Fine, I'll come. But I need to take a shower and change first.

Roxy squealed, hugging Dirk abruptly;

TG: I'll go tell Jane! Omg we are gonna have so much fun!

Dirk peeled the giggling blonde off of him, walking away without another word as he went up a floor via the back staircase to his rooms. As he hopped in the shower and got ready, he couldn't help but reflect upon what had caused this mess ; the idiotic inclination he had had that there was a chance with Jake. The attempted date had been a huge mistake. Dirk had embarrassed himself and, even worse, put Jake in the awkward position of turning him down. He sighed audibly as he pulled on a black fitted tee with the ironic hat emblem that frequented most of his clothing,skinny jeans and red and blue high tops, all accessorized with a belt he had altered himself. There was a knife that could be pulled out from behind the buckle as well as titanium studs that were magnetized and programed to become a workable baton ( he had been forced to get creative since he couldn't get away with carrying swords in public like Dave). The elder had ambushed him enough times that Dirk had made it a habit to always have at least two workable weapons on his person.

As he headed to the living room in search of Roxy, Dirk sighed supposed three weeks locked away was enough isolation for a while. As exhausted as he was, it would be good to go out. Ah, there she was seated on one of the couches and tapping rapidly on her phone, presumably to Jane. The younger Strider mentally braced himself and touched Roxy's shoulder to get her attention. This was going to be a long evening.

Dave had sent a limo, probably in the off chance Dirk wasn't guilted into coming so Roxy could still get to the club safely (she hadn't been drinking yet today, but you never know with her). He spent the drive over staring out the window, vaguely noting Roxy chattering excitedly next to him. She updated him on what had happened since he had gone out of commision: Dave had won yet another award, Janey wanted to cook for him now that he's feeling better, Jake had run off to Central and South America on some jungle excavation for mayan temples, Roxy had made a new program she wanted to run by him, etc etc. Dirk hummed and nodded when required, noting important information but otherwise not responding as their car glided through the night.

Roxy fell silent about halfway there, studying Dirk for a couple minutes before placing a hand on his knee. Dirk was pulled from his internal criticism and the apology he was drafting for Jake's return; he turned to look at his pseudo-sister, cocking an eyebrow questioningly,

TG: Dirk...he isn't mad at you or anything. You know that right? It's totally normal for stuff like this to happen-

TT: Oh ya Roxy, bros hit on their bros all the time! They take them on dates and make total asses of themselves. It's like a bro rite of passage to make your bro awkwardly turn you down after you tell him that you've been pining after him for over a year.

Dirk paused and took a deep breath.

TT: Look, Roxy, it's not normal . I'm an asshole for what I did...but I appreciate you trying to make me feel better.

Roxy scoffed,

TG: Just cut yourself a little slack, okay? Everyone has had a crush on that boy at some point, it's like the Great English Curse to be crushed on.

Dirk snorted despite himself and Roxy grinned at him as the limo rolled to a smooth stop,

TG: Just apologize and in a couple weeks this whole thing will blow over. Especially if we find you some rebound ass.

Roxy waggled her eyebrows suggestively as she pulled Dirk from the limousine and, for the first time in a month, Dirk actually smiled.

TG: There, was that so hard? Now come on! Let's dance on some strangers and get you laid!

She giggled, hanging on Dirk's arm as they walked in (no lines when your brother is Dave Strider) and in spite of everything he was actually beginning to feel better.

The second they stepped inside the thumping of bass and heat of too many people packed into too small a space was almost overwhelming. The throng was a tumultuous mix of troll and human; not unheard of but definitely strange for the part of the city they were in (leave it to Dave to pull a diverse, potentially violent crowd). Roxy grabbed Dirk's hand, dragging him through the press of people to where Jane was dancing. The brunette was near the front where Dave was set up, swaying in the only empty pocket on the entire floor (probably made by the chilly glare and welsh sword Dave set on anyone who dared to step too close).

When Jane saw them, she shrieked (at least he thought she had shrieked, the music was too loud to hear it) and launched herself at the younger Strider, forcing Dirk to catch them both to prevent them from falling on the floor and being trampled. She pulled back and began to babble excitedly, but Dirk shook his head and tapped his glasses, then pointed at the visibly shaking speakers. She mouthed,'Oh!', then pulled out her phone, typing out her message quickly;

gutsyGumshoe-is pestering-timaeusTestified

gutsyGumshoe: I'm so glad you came out! I've missed you! It's been so long since I've even talked to you, I know more about what Lil Hal has been up to than you!

timaeusTestified: Ya I know, I'm sorry I didn't answer you, I was...dealing with some shit. But I'm done moping now

Jane shot him a sympathetic look, hugging him again before pulling him towards the stage. She waved her hands frantically to get Dave's attention, pointing at Dirk and grinning. The older Strider brightened, mouthing, 'Little Man!' with a half salute and lopsided smile before turning his attentions back to his turntables and laptop. 'Bulletproof' blaired from the speakers and Dirk was towed back into the crowd by Jane and Roxy, both girls singing along as they danced. Though he couldn't quite match their enthusiasm yet, Dirk moved with them to the beat and flashing lights.

Soon enough Dirk was enjoying himself in earnest, dancing with Roxy and Jane as Dave played just the right songs to pull him from the remnants of his stupor. Somewhere between the (by now) choreographed dance they had for 'How To Be a Heartbreaker' and rapping through '99 Problems', Dirk felt like someone was watching him. He brushed it off at first, focusing on the girls as they moved in sync to 'Promiscuous', but that gaze itched at the back of his mind. He finally gave in and surveyed the club until he pinpointed the source.

Sitting in a VIP booth along the wall and surrounded by giggling girls, Dirk locked eyes with easily the most attractive guy in the building. Slicked black hair, leather jacket and jeans, he looked like a 50s greaser; jagged horns, facial fins and pointed shark teeth only adding to his allure. It's not like Dirk had never slept with a troll before, but this guy was a sea dweller. They were supposed to be high on the hemospectrum and rarely interacted with humans, let alone eye-raped them from across a crowded room. His interest was piqued; troll politics and hemospectrum ranks aside, there was something about this troll in particular that he found absolutely enthralling. Roxy tugging on his arm brought his focus back and Dirk tore his gaze away from the troll to look at the blonde smirking up at him. Oh, she had messaged him too, how did he miss that?

tipsyGnostalgic-is pestering- timaeusTestified

tipsyGnostalgic: wow you must see something you really like to ignore us like this

Dirk rolled his eyes, pointedly turning his back on the hot troll (only the girls were left at the booth now anyway) before responding,

timaeusTestified: Maybe if Dave played better music I wouldn't space out.

Roxy cocked an eyebrow skeptically and started to type out a response but stopped to gawk at something behind him. He frowned and was about to ask the blonde what she was staring at when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Dirk tensed for a fight (what else would throw off Roxy?),but instead when he turned around he found himself faced with a white v necked t-shirt and black leather jacket. Holy shit. Dirk swallowed thickly, having to look up to meet the toothy grin and violet eyes of the sea dweller from the booth. He wasn't short by any means, but the troll had to be at least 6'3" and that put Dirk dangerously close to a grey collar bone (he hasn't wanted to bite something so much in his entire life ho-ly shit). This much of a height difference was a first for Dirk and he was instantly invested in seeing the outcome of this encounter.

The troll held out a hand with a cocksure grin as the song changed to 'Buttons'. Taking the offered hand Dirk led the sea dweller into the empty space he, Roxy and Jane occupied and began moving his hips in beat with the song. A glance on stage told him what he already suspected; Roxy, being the excellent wingman she was, had changed the song and was now keeping Dave busy with some changes she was making to his turntable. Dirk made a mental note to thank her later as he gyrated with the troll in front of him. Said troll was giving as good as he got; matching each grind, sway, and roll Dirk threw his way. He kept up through 'Sexy Back' and 'Good Girls Go Bad' and even kicked it up a notch during 'Scream' by adding roaming hands to the mix.

Dirk was completely absorbed in touching as much of the troll's well built chest as possible without breaching the white t-shirt and in the hands sliding along his ribs. He didn't register that Roxy was off stage and Dave was once again in control of his equipment until it was too late. A message flashed across Dirk's shades from the older Strider, but he merely rolled his eyes and ignored it to focus on the large hands currently parked in his back pockets using their new found leverage to grind hips together in the most brilliant way. Anyway, he already knew what was going to be said and he was a little busy for a lecture.

turntechGodhead-is pestering-timaeusTestified

turntechGodhead: IS THAT A SEA TROLL?!

turntechGodhead: DIRK

turntechGodhead: WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT HIGHBLOODS

turntechGodhead: DIRK PATRICIA STRIDER

turntechGodhead: YOU STOP DANCING WITH THAT TROLL RIGHT NOW

timaeusTestified: Repeatedly messaging him won't make him answer you, you know

turntechGodhead: LIL HAL YOU MAKE HIM ANSWER ME

timaeusTestified: I can't make him do anything. You know that

turntechGodhead: I KNOW YOU CAN SEE THIS DIRK

turntechGodhead: DIRK STRIDER

timaeusTestified: Oh I see, I'm not Dirk so I get ignored. Rude, Dave

turntechGodhead: DIRK YOU ANSWER ME THIS INSTANT YOUNG MAN

Okay the red script flashing across his shades was getting annoying and AR wasn't being much help. Dirk needed to do something or Dave might intervene directly and that would kinda ruin the mood he was trying to set. He made direct eye contact with his brother,grinned cheekily, then yanked the troll in front of him down by the lapels of his jacket and kissed him hard (this'll show Dave to stop meddling). The sea dweller froze and there was a pause as the noise and bustle around them faded to the background, then a cool hand gripped the nape of Dirk's neck as the troll returned the kiss with vigor. The blonde gasped at the intense reciprocation,but then there was a long tongue and (sharp, holy shit) teeth taking advantage of that opportunity to explore his mouth. Not to be out done Dirk's tongue joined the fray, battling for dominance of a kiss that had managed to steal his entire focus. The hand at his neck slid into his hair, tugging experimentally and Dirk was immensely grateful that the music was still deafening or the shaky moan that escaped would have been extremely embarrassing. At least he was until the nip to his lip that followed the hair pulling made him suspect the sea dweller had heard the noise and that shit eating grin on his face only further supported this theory. The troll used his newfound leverage to keep control over the young Strider as he plundered his mouth, yanking again to draw more sounds from human in his grasp.

Dirk's head was swimming and he felt like he was drunk on the troll pressed against him,on the feeling of the cool hand on his lower back pulling him close, and on the heady scent of hair product, musky cologne and something he couldn't place. There was a distinct iron tang now as Dirk fumbled his way around those teeth, but this only served to fuel the ferocity of their kiss. His hands had gone from clutching the leather coat to burrowing the fingers of one hand in pomade covered hair while the other slid under the edge of that white t shirt. Dirk felt like he had just made his way through an entire bottle of tequila. He couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but the troll's taste (tobacco and plums) and that oh so talented tongue. It was taking all of the blood that should have been helping his brain function through the overwhelming sensations of 'yes, please, more' and diverting it straight to his dick. When the hand that had been fucking up the trolls pompadour accidentally grazed the bottom of a horn, a rumble so deep it shook Dirk's entire body resonated from the troll. That oddity was enough to bring some hazy rationality back to the young Striders brain. He staggered back, breath ragged and face flushed as he wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His shades were askew and his carefully styled hair was all over the place; he had been turned into quite the hot mess in record time.

The sea dweller looked equally debauched; hair sticking straight up and jacket half off one shoulder. He was winded and his face was tinged purple , but unlike Dirk he looked positively gleeful; like the cat that ate the canary. The blonde eyed the troll as he tried to make sense of what was happening. Human or troll he had never felt like that from just a kiss and while he definitely wanted to chase this rabbit down its hole, he was also wary. Dirk suspected that that scent he couldn't identify, however mouth watering, was the cause of the punch drunk befuddlement; but there was no way to know for sure.

He bit his lip, having to ball his hands into fists to restrain himself as every fiber of his being screamed at him to touch, to bite, to throw the troll on the ground and screw him senseless. Dirk raked his eyes up and down the troll in a deliberately obvious fashion; yeah regardless of whatever chemical bullshit was happening, he was not gonna pass up the opportunity to tap that,consequences be damned. Jane, Roxy and Dave bickering on stage interrupted his deliberating and forced him to make a decision. They needed to leave now, before his "well meaning" brother and nosy friends got in the way. Dirk grabbed the sea dweller, yanking him towards the back of the club and the door. When they got outside Dirk paused momentarily to dictate;

TT: AR tell Roxy and Jane I'm leaving and to go home without me.

timaeusTestified: Should I include Dave in this?

TT: I don't care. Tell him too I guess.

AG: uh...wvho you talkin to chief?

(Oh, that accent was kinda cute) Dirk started walking again before answering.

TT: My auto responder. He picks up on voice commands

The troll looked the blonde over before asking;

AG: is it on your phone or somefin?

Dirk stopped walking to scrutinize the sea dweller; he normally wouldn't bother explaining (people were either bored or put off when he tried) but the other male seemed genuinely interested so he relented;

TT: AR is programmed into my shades. Among other things, he responds for me when I am busy or don't have a keyboard handy.

AG: other fins? wvhat else can he do?

Dirk couldn't quite explain the feeling in his chest as the troll questioned him with that look on his face like what Dirk was saying was the most fascinating thing in the world, but it was sudden and definitely one he hadn't felt before.

TT: Uh, well he is technically classified as an AI since he passed the Turing Test, so he can act as a stand in for me if needed and is programmed to make decisions similar to ones I would. He helps my accuracy when I am sparring, he can look for weak points, magnify components for me when I am working on my robots-

AG: wvoah you build robots?!

TT: uh... yeah, among other things...

The sea dweller gawked at Dirk for a long moment, long enough Dirk was really regretting telling him so much. (This always happened, why had he even said anything? He knew people reacted badly when he talked about this stuff, he was never going to lea-)

Dirk's self deprecating thoughts were derailed by the troll kissing him; less frantic than the previous one, but hungrier somehow with an edge to it that made his chest tighten. The blonde found himself pressed back against the brick building, trapped by the trolls body and the hand once again in his hair. There were quiet rumbles, like a cat's purr, coming from the sea dweller that got significantly louder when Dirk's hands slid under that white shirt to scratch blunt nails down the sea dwellers well defined abs. Hips ground together made Dirk gasp loudly and the troll above him smirk.

AG: so chief, my place or yours?

Dirk scoffed,nipping the troll's neck playfully.

TT: I don't even know your name yet and you expect me to come home with you? For all I know you are planning on doing something bad to me

The troll laughed;

AG: yeah, wvell i wvouldnt exactly knowv wvhat you plan on doin either so i guess wve are evwen

Dirk allowed some of his natural southern drawl to creep into his voice as he answered with a teasing smirk;

TT: Oh well 'chief' I was planning something. Are you gonna punish me for it?

The growl and thrust of hips from the troll at that statement had Dirk grinning wickedly (interesting reaction). He soothed the troll's growling with a kiss, pulling back to reply;

TT: Your place. Preferably soon

The troll perked up, excitedly pulling him towards the parking lot a block down without further delay. Dirk chuckled at the trolls eagerness, commenting nonchalantly as they walked;

TT: So what name will I be screaming later? We could make it something interesting, like 'Batman' or 'Mr. Stark'

The troll snorted;

AG: the names cronus

TT: Hello Cronus, my name is Dirk. Pleased to be swapping spit with you

They had stopped in front of a well taken care of, old style Harley (not really Dirk's taste, but it fit the sea troll's aesthetic nicely). Cronus swung on and held out a helmet to Dirk, who eyed him suspiciously;

TT: Only one helmet and you give it to me?

AG: gotta keep that big beautiful brain of yours safe, dont wve?

The troll winked and Dirk flushed bright red, grabbing the offered helmet and strapping it on in flustered silence. He then sat tentatively behind the troll , hugging him tightly as he tried to calm his racing heart.

AG: ya evwer ride?

TT: ya, but never as 'bitch' with someone I just met

He tried to sound casual, but he was sure his tense posture gave him away. Cronus patted one of the hands that were fisted in his jacket reassuringly, but he could hear the grin in the troll's voice;

AG: so does that mean you trust me?

TT: Less and less the longer we sit here

The troll's barked laugh was overshadowed by a shout of Dirk's name from the club entrance further up the block (god damnit). Dave was standing outside the entrance, staring directly at them and boy did he look pissed. He had started towards the parking lot where Dirk and Cronus were at, but the people loitering about the entrance swarmed him, screaming and waving various things to be signed. This slowed the directors movements, but not by much as he pushed his way through the crowd with single minded intensity.

TT: Shit my brothers coming, hurry up

AG: wvait, youre brother is dave strider?!

TT: Ya, fangirl later, drive away now

The harley roared to life and they peeled out, Dirk flipping Dave the bird as they sped off. His shades were buried in the pocket of Cronus's jacket so he didn't see the message Dave sent in response until much later, not that he would have answered anyway.

turntechGodhead-is pestering-timaeusTestified

turntechGodhead: dirk strider what the hell do you think youre doing?!

timaeusTestified: He can't really answer right now, but if he could it would be something like

timaeusTestified: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

timaeusTestified: Since, you know, it's windy on a motorcycle

turntechGodhead: AR i am not in the mood to deal with you. either get me dirk, or shut the hell up

timaeusTestified: Ooooo it's 'AR' now, not 'Lil Hal'?

timaeusTestified: You wound me Dave

turntechGodhead: whatever, enjoy this while you can little man cause you are in some serious shit when you get home

Dave gritted his teeth, closing out the chat and hurriedly messaged the only person who might know who the hell this jackass was and what his end game might be. He was probably asleep since he had to be at the consulate in the morning, but this was urgent enough that Dave had no qualms bothering the him;

turntechGodhead-is trolling-carcinoGeneticist

turntechGodhead: karkles wake up

turntechGodhead: i need to talk to you

turntechGodhead: its serious

carcinoGeneticist: THIS HAD BETTER BE FUCKING GOOD STRIDER I HAD TO GET OUT OF MY RECOOPACOON FOR THIS

carcinoGeneticist: AND I HATE IT WHEN YOU CALL ME THAT

turntechGodhead: so you are covered in recoopagoop right now? gross

turntechGodhead: but this is good

turntechGodhead: and by good I mean its bad

turntechGodhead: dirk just left the club im djing at on the back of a harley

carcinoGeneticist: DAVE STRIDER IF YOU DON'T HAVE A BETTER REASON FOR WAKING ME UP AT THE ASS CRACK OF DAWN THAN YOUR BROTHER HOOKING UP WITH A FUCKING STRANGER ON A HARLEY I SWEAR TO GOG YOU WON'T BE GETTING ANY FOR A MONTH

turntechGodhead: he left with a highblood

turntechGodhead: a highblood Karkat!

carcinoGeneticist: SO HE'S SLEEPING WITH A HIGHBLOOD, WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL? HE'S NOT EXACTLY A HELPLESS WRIGGLER I DON'T KNOW WHY THE FUCK YOU ARE BOTHERING ME ABOUT THIS SHIT

turntechGodhead: i saw how they looked at each other

turntechGodhead: and how they couldnt keep their hands to themselves

carcinoGeneticist: OK THEY WERE A LITTLE FUCKING ENTHUSIASTIC, SO WHAT? DIRK ISN'T STUPID AND HE KNOWS HOW TO TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF. I HOPE TO FUCK YOU HAVE SOMETHING ELSE OR YOUR BULGE AND RIGHT HAND ARE GONNA BE REALLY FAMILIAR WITH EACH OTHER

turntechGodhead: kar they were acting like we used too when we first became matesprits

turntechGodhead: i think my lil bro is in a flushed quadrant with a highblood

turntechGodhead: and hes an ampora karkat

turntechGodhead: an ampora

carcinoGeneticist: DAVE, OH MY JEGUS FUCK YOU ARE OVERREACTING, YOU CAN'T KNOW FOR SURE

turntechGodhead: eridan lives in my building

turntechGodhead: i know what an ampora looks like

turntechGodhead: he even has the same symbol on a scar on his forehead

turntechGodhead: why on his forehead is beyond me

turntechGodhead: it looks like it hurt

turntechGodhead: its such a weird place for a decorative scar to be

turntechGodhead: ya dont see me flashing any of the ones you gave me

turntechGodhead: just no class to it

carcinoGeneticist: I MEANT THE QUADRANTS FUCKASS. YOU DON'T KNOW FOR SURE WHETHER THERE ARE ANY FLUSHED FEELINGS

turntechGodhead: oh

turntechGodhead: well humans don't normally feel that strongly that quickly

turntechGodhead: and ive seen dirk hook up at these gigs before

turntechGodhead: hes never been like this

turntechGodhead: remember when we first started?

turntechGodhead: we could hardly be around each other for more than five minutes without clothes coming off

turntechGodhead: they were that intense together and it scares the hell out of me

turntechGodhead: i didnt think about the kid being used as a pawn when i agreed to take him

turntechGodhead: i mean it seemed logical after john button mashed the ecto machine like an idiot

turntechGodhead: just take the paradox clone that was related to me and raise him as my bro

turntechGodhead: hell he is my bro, no question about it

turntechGodhead: but if id known this would happen i wouldnt have jumped on the bandwagon so quick

turntechGodhead: its not fair to dirk, i mean kar the kid just got over english

turntechGodhead: i dont want him to end up like terezi just because he happens to be related to me

carcinoGeneticist: YOU NEED TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN STRIDER

carcinoGeneticist: WE DONT KNOW ANYTHING DEFINITIVELY YET, SO DON'T "FUCKING PIROUETTE" OFF OF THE HANDLE JUST YET

carcinoGeneticist: WE NEED TO HANDLE THIS DELICATELY, WHETHER IT IS SOME CRACKPOT CONSPIRACY OR THEY BOTH JUST GOT CAUGHT UP IN SOMETHING THEY CAN'T FUCKING CONTROL

carcinoGeneticist: NO ONE CHOOSES THE FEELINGS THAT COME WITH QUADRANTS.

carcinoGeneticist: I HAPPEN TO REMEMBER HOW CONFUSED YOU WERE WHEN WE WENT THROUGH THIS AND HOW HARD IT WAS FOR YOU TO ACCEPT WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING

carcinoGeneticist: THEY ARE BOTH GOING THROUGH THE SAME FRUSTRATING BULLSHIT WE DID AND YOU NEED TO KEEP THAT IN MIND BEFORE YOU JUMP DOWN DIRK'S GOG DAMN PROTIEN CHUTE ABOUT THIS

carcinoGeneticist: OTHERWISE YOU'LL JUST MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE

turntechGodhead: dont you think i know that?

turntechGodhead: but kar what if they are using him to get to me?

turntechGodhead: like one of those deep cover spy movies

turntechGodhead: im too badass of a fighter to try to assassinate outright

turntechGodhead: so they send in an undercover agent to dig up some dirt

turntechGodhead: they try to get close to me directly but even though i have a reputation as a stud, they find out that i have been out of the playa game for over a year

turntechGodhead: so then they try to find this person that managed to tied me down hoping to find their extortion goldmine there

turntechGodhead: but their quest for my mystery boo comes up with only rumors of ties to someone on the fashion circuit

turntechGodhead: nothing concrete

turntechGodhead: no one knew for sure who it was

carcinoGeneticist: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING ON ABOUT NOW STRIDER?

turntechGodhead: so then their target becomes the younger of our two striders

turntechGodhead: the plan changes, the goal is now to have an ace in the hole instead of mere blackmail

turntechGodhead: the agent adapts to match the kids taste and they place him conveniently at events I'm known to frequent

turntechGodhead: they plan to gain his trust and manipulate him the old fashioned way

turntechGodhead: but plot twist!

turntechGodhead: their agent and the target are compatible red rom candidates

turntechGodhead: their job just became a whole lot easier

turntechGodhead: the critically acclaimed super thriller

turntechGodhead: 'FML' coming to a theatre near you this fall

carcinoGeneticist: OKAY DAVE I GET THE IDEA YOU CAN STOP WITH YOUR SHITTY MOVIE METAPHOR

carcinoGeneticist: IF I ASK AROUND AND SEE WHAT I CAN FIND OUT ABOUT THE AMPORA, WILL THAT MAKE YOU STOP FREAKING THE FUCK OUT?

turntechGodhead: well i can think of something else that would calm me down a lot better

turntechGodhead: but that may help yes

carcinoGeneticist: WHATEVER YOU ARE FUCKING SUGGESTING HAD BETTER BE A SOLO VENTURE BECAUSE I AM NOT COMING UP TO NEW YORK FOR A QUICKIE AND FLYING BACK BY 8AM FOR FUCKING WORK

turntechGodhead: i would never suggest anything so improper Mr. Ambassador

turntechGodhead: but anyway...thanks for checking on this

turntechGodhead: i owe you one

carcinoGeneticist: HELL YA YOU DO.

carcinoGeneticist: I GET TO FIRST PICK ON THE NEXT THREE MOVIE NIGHTS FOR THIS

turntechGodhead: thats fine

turntechGodhead: im sure i can find some way to entertain myself during your chick flicks

carcinoGeneticist: AS IF NOOKSNIFFER

carcinoGeneticist: IM GOING THE FUCK TO SLEEP

carcinoGeneticist: NIGHT FUCKASS

turntechGodhead: flushed for you too asshole