[ he kind of wants to keep a stoic, minimal response thing going until he gets a damn answer about cal, but honestly he can't resist at that fashion taste claim and subsequent insult. his gaze is torn away from cal and there's another pointed up and down look he gives before: ]
That's debatable.
[ apparently he just can't help himself when it comes to splinters. no wonder he and hal were tearing into each other at every available opportunity to do so when the conversation lend itself toward it.
but fine, he'll nod to answer the question. it technically serves as both a reply to the question and an affirmation to statement, but he's not going to elaborate on the latter. shit hitting the fan doesn't even come close to describing the clusterfuck that happened and he really doesn't want to talk about it.
and man, he knows he's been accused of being robotic but this older him takes it to another level with these not-complete questions. good thing dirk understands what he's getting at. ]
Sweet sixteen. [ more like not so sweet, all your friends are dead and you're a failure. but whatever. ] How about you? You look old, dude.
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That's debatable.
[ apparently he just can't help himself when it comes to splinters. no wonder he and hal were tearing into each other at every available opportunity to do so when the conversation lend itself toward it.
but fine, he'll nod to answer the question. it technically serves as both a reply to the question and an affirmation to statement, but he's not going to elaborate on the latter. shit hitting the fan doesn't even come close to describing the clusterfuck that happened and he really doesn't want to talk about it.
and man, he knows he's been accused of being robotic but this older him takes it to another level with these not-complete questions. good thing dirk understands what he's getting at. ]
Sweet sixteen. [ more like not so sweet, all your friends are dead and you're a failure. but whatever. ] How about you? You look old, dude.