John looked down at the Dirk in his hands wearily. He felt a bead of sweat slide down his cheek as he bit his lip. Dave stared at him intensely, "John."
The shota whipped his head up, startled at his lovers low voice.
"W-What?"
Dave took a deep breath and shuffled closer to John. He leaned down and whispered in the lil mamas ear.
"Don't. Drop. That. Dirka Dirk."
John gasp.
Frozen in place, the Dirk rolled out of his grasp before John could stop it.
It happened, John dropped that Dirka Dirk.
Dave fell to his knees, animu tears bubbling up in his eyes, a single questioned lingering on his lips,
"John, why?"