Dirk must have been off his game. He didn't even clue in on the fact that he was being followed. By a troll, no less. One would think that the grey skin, orange horns, and bright red and blue eyes would be noticeable. Nope. His mind was flooded with concern and unfamiliar stimuli. It was only the hastened footsteps that snapped him from his daze. Whoever was approaching him seemed to have some sort of intent and Dirk was in no mood to entertain strangers.
He had turned around. Strider speed had its perks, and it would have been difficult to discern just when he had moved to face Sollux. His collar was fixed to partly obscure his neck and his attention was squarely set upon the grey skinned alien. Ah. Troll. Though his eyes were hidden by his shades, it was apparent that his eyes were fixed sharply upon Sollux. It was very likely that he was staring him dead in the eye.
"Can I help you?" Dirk spoke as if his question was a guarded statement; more akin to 'explain yourself' than any gesture of concern. Don't fuck with him, he sees that unmarked throat.
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He had turned around. Strider speed had its perks, and it would have been difficult to discern just when he had moved to face Sollux. His collar was fixed to partly obscure his neck and his attention was squarely set upon the grey skinned alien. Ah. Troll. Though his eyes were hidden by his shades, it was apparent that his eyes were fixed sharply upon Sollux. It was very likely that he was staring him dead in the eye.
"Can I help you?" Dirk spoke as if his question was a guarded statement; more akin to 'explain yourself' than any gesture of concern. Don't fuck with him, he sees that unmarked throat.