As sceptical as Dirk felt, he didn't have a reason to doubt that answer. It made sense. "You could have said that from the beginning. I know trolls are into some weird shit sometimes, but I'd appreciate any attempts towards not being cryptic as hell." He spoke without any hint of annoyance or insistence. His voice was level and he was wholly unruffled. This was fine. "I'm aware of timelines. Do me a solid and save your breath on that topic." Please and thank you.
The next comment didn't sit well with him. It was barely a twinge of emotion in the very pit of his stomach that flickered out as soon as it had arrived, but it was something. "I can't argue with the state you left my planet in." Just to get that out there. He was aware that his Earth got totally owned and memed on hardcore by a very stubborn, and very bored Alternian Empress. "Send my regards to your aforementioned fish bitch. Maybe she will be more competent at the whole repopulation thing by now. It doesn't look good for such a powerful and indomitable empire to be spread so thinly."
Two can be petty and attack weak points for critical damage in the vague, species related sense. As a subtle reminder of his capabilities, and also for a little comfort, the Prince took the weight from his feet and settled into a loose sit. On the air. He still had his powers, thank you. "To be honest with you, Mister Troll? No. I don't." Dirk shrugged in return. "Do I think I have the capability to be? Absolutely. I don't need privileges to make shit work." He gestured to his throat. As high as the collar to his cape sat, it didn't cover the mark in its entirety. It was no secret that he had long since noticed the absence of said mark against Sollux's skin. He was not intimidated in the least.
RIP in pepperoni.
The next comment didn't sit well with him. It was barely a twinge of emotion in the very pit of his stomach that flickered out as soon as it had arrived, but it was something. "I can't argue with the state you left my planet in." Just to get that out there. He was aware that his Earth got totally owned and memed on hardcore by a very stubborn, and very bored Alternian Empress. "Send my regards to your aforementioned fish bitch. Maybe she will be more competent at the whole repopulation thing by now. It doesn't look good for such a powerful and indomitable empire to be spread so thinly."
Two can be petty and attack weak points for critical damage in the vague, species related sense. As a subtle reminder of his capabilities, and also for a little comfort, the Prince took the weight from his feet and settled into a loose sit. On the air. He still had his powers, thank you. "To be honest with you, Mister Troll? No. I don't." Dirk shrugged in return. "Do I think I have the capability to be? Absolutely. I don't need privileges to make shit work." He gestured to his throat. As high as the collar to his cape sat, it didn't cover the mark in its entirety. It was no secret that he had long since noticed the absence of said mark against Sollux's skin. He was not intimidated in the least.