Dave and Dirk

[inheritthegrey]

You're still inside the hall, and you can still see the other pairs, but you can neither hear them nor, for some reason, interpret their body language in any meaningful fashion, even if you're normally good at such things.

Two stones - or maybe peach pits? - lie on the floor in front of you. One has the number 1 on it; the other has 2. You get the impression that each of you should pick one.

Comments

[clocked_out]

I didn't want you to get your jizz all up in my works.

[over_clocked]

You should have just said so, I would've pulled out. I'm not without any fucking class.

[clocked_out]

So you can come all over my bare ass and get off even more on that possessive marking fetish of yours? I'm only willing to be your fantasy fuel to a point, bro. After you live the dream there's only nightmares and reality, and they're both frostier bitches than I could ever be.

[over_clocked]

So what you're saying is the emotionless dickbag routine is part of some complicated cocktease to make sure I never have to come down.

[clocked_out]

It's all for you, bro. Better to be licked by the flame than be swallowed by the fire.

Re: Scenario 2

[over_clocked]

As sweet as your misplaced concern is, I don't think there's any real room for questioning whether or not I can take the heat. Or the cold. You're kinda wandering all over the place with the temperature metaphors.

Re: Scenario 2

[clocked_out]

No bro this is one-hundred percent consistent. Cold outside, hot inside. Get a fucking pen, Jesus.

Re: Scenario 2

[over_clocked]

Ok let me use it to sketch out a visual response. Your manipulations to balance your searing hotness against the frigid emptiness of the void creates a tepid ambient temperature more suited to your comforts than mine.

Re: Scenario 2

[clocked_out]

Holy shit, keep a lid on those insults. I can take a lot of sass but calling a guy lukewarm is crossing a fucking line.

Re: Scenario 2

[over_clocked]

Sorry bro but that's pretty much the only outcome when you're afraid of leaving the middle ground.

Re: Scenario 2

[clocked_out]

Middle ground? Fuck that, I'm on the front line. I'm in the trenches. There are grenades getting tossed around, shit exploding, shrapnel flying--there goes Johnny's leg, how the fuck is he going to go home and run Olympic track now? That's what you get for trying to be a goddam hero. I'm just keeping my head down until they ship me back home and I can start self-medicating my PTSD with some medical-grade alcohol, and I'll be plenty happy if it keeps me lukewarm.