SWIMMINGGEDDON.

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WHO: Murdoc Donoghue and YOU
TONE: Fun, WHIMSICAL, horrifying
RATING: PG-13 and onward
WHEN: September 7th
WHERE:  The Lake.
WHAT:  After this Murdoc realised the children (and staff) of Hogwarts were in dire need of swimming lessons.
STATUS: Ongoing

[GATHER AROUND CHILDREN it's a warm summer day and the lake is perfect for diving into your sudden but inevitable deaths. You should all be dressed in your swimming trunks (which you clearly have don't even lie) because Murdoc sure is. He's determined to conduct this in the best manner he can, though he wasn't quite expecting the turn out to be so large. People who can swim are welcome to become his assistants because he could probably use the help.]

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[He most certainly is leaning in, and now that he's in it's harder to imagine moving back. Strider tastes good and he feels good and sparing the aggressive kisses from two fiesty ladies, he hasn't done anything like this in a while.

He grunts softly into the kiss, feeling himself warm a little at the touch. It's starting to hit him. All the teasing, all the times he thought he was attacking him, he was flirting? Strider likes him? Strider wants more from him? He reaches in to take the hand in his, giving it a firm squeeze and holding it for a long moment before he tugs it forward, using his other hand to punch Bro in the stomach.

Murdoc is good at a lot of things, but pulling back from kisses has never been his forte. Nor is he good at taking surprises.]

I don't know your name! [Okay. That was a weird thing to exclaim. C'mon Murdoc, try harder.] Shit- [I'm sorry.] You surprised me. [You leaned in, Murdoc.]

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[Feeling Murdoc physically getting into the kiss is reassuring. It just makes him feel so much better. So much less awkward. It makes him feel just. Amazing, really. He can feel all the tensity melting away and he relaxes a lot. He takes Murdoc's hand without much pushing and when he's squeezed, he squeezes back, letting out a quiet hum of contentment into the kiss.

And then Murdoc punches him, and it turns into a grunt, pulling away and doubling over slightly. He's so close though that his forehead comes to rest on Murdoc's chest when he doubles over, but he's too focused on the pain in his stomach to care. It's not so much physical pain as it is... emotional pain. Because he thought everything was fine.

When Murdoc speaks again, everything still seems... sort of fine. But he's so damn confused and nothing makes sense anymore.]

...Dirk... D'you do that to everybody who kisses you or what?

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Dirk is a nice name, why did you change it? Bro is a stupid name.

[He's going to stare judgementally down at Bro's head on his chest, but he isn't going to shift or move him. It's acutally quite comfortable.

He reaches out and gives his shoulder a firm pat, as if to boost his confidence.]

Not girls. No. Consider it a special exception. [He sniffs.] Why did you do that?

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[That comment plus the shoulder pat is enough to make Bro feel like Murdoc's being condescending, so he finally pulls off of Murdoc and takes a step or two back. This time, his eyes aren't on Murdoc, he looks away because he's back to feeling awkward and vulnerable.]

Why'd I do what? [His voice sounds... sulky? Yeah, sulky is a good word to describe it. The punch did everything to knock his ego down. He doesn't know what to feel and he's just... blargle.]

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[Murdoc feels a pang of guilt when Dirk steps away from him. He feels stupid, because he is stupid. That's not how you handle being scared of something. He doesn't know why he always needs to default to being defensive and aggressive, but it hurts to know it pushes people away like this.

He fidgets a little, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact as well.]

Would've thought you'd prefer Sybille. Not me. I don't know why you kissed me.

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[Oh. Well fuck.

Somehow throughout all of this, he entirely forgot that Murdoc and Sybille had never seemed like a thing. And Murdoc apparently... knew about that thing they did a couple of months ago. He realizes now how his own actions probably make him look like a total douchebag player. Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckedy fuck.]

It was one time, and we both agreed it was just... sex. Nothing else. I mean, yeah, I like her, but... it's nothing big or anything. We're not a thing.

[He lets out a sigh, taking a second to gather his thoughts. This keeps getting progressively more difficult and he isn't sure how to respond.]

I kissed you because... I dunno. I don't fucking know. Because maybe I fucking like you or something. Maybe you're more than I thought you were and I actually think that's fucking awesome, because you're more than just a hot face. I never expected to feel that way, but there you fucking go.

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[Murdoc clears his throat, trying to fill some of his own awkward silence. Yes, he tended to jump to conclusions, but there were more than a few signs pointing toward it.

He's not sure how he's meant to feel right now. Now that he knows Sybille isn't with Dirk and now that he knows Dirk feels this way. He can't deny the fact that his stupid heart flutters in a stupidly romantic way when he thinks about that kiss from a few moments ago.]

So. You and Sybille are just. Havin' sex. An' you like her, but just for sex. An' you like me, but you don't just want to have sex with me?

[He gives Dirk a bewildered look.] When did you decide this? Is that why you wanted to go swimmin'?

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[Bro isn't sure what to say to that. He shifts awkwardly and lets out a quiet sigh. He feels so... so, so, so vulnerable right now. Awkward, and just. He wishes things could go back to during the kiss. When things felt amazing. When he actually had hope. But now he's just faced with his own confused feelings.]

We're not having sex. It was one time.

[Before he continues, he reaches up to run a hand through his damp hair, still not looking at Murdoc. At least not at first. After a few seconds, he lets his eyes flick back over to him, but he doesn't look him in the face.]

And... yeah. I guess- I mean, I... I dunno. I dunno when I decided it. I've wanted to have sex with you for a while, but then...

[There's another frustrated sigh, before he finally just blurts out,] But then you told me that about my eyes and it just... Everything changed. It's not a fucking game anymore, I... actually want you. Goddamnit.

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One time. Alright.

[He seems oddly satisfied by that. He smiles faintly at Dirk, standing up from the cot finally so he can have that one inch of height over him. He's smiling in a serene manner, because while he enrages and confuses him, Dirk is just so heartwarmingly endearing he can't help but smile.

He reaches out to cup his cheek, stroking his thumb over a cheekbone and leaning in a little.]

It's goin' to take a little more than a revelation and a kiss to make me fall for you, Dirk Strider. I'm not that easy, lad. Even if you have gorgeous eyes.

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[Bro's first instinct is to flinch away from the touch, but at the same time he doesn't want to. There's a brief moment where his head twitches like it's about to move away, but ultimately he just leaves it there.

It's when Murdoc finally speaks that he realizes how ridiculous this is. How ridiculous he's been sounding. Like maybe he's been sounding like some lovesick puppy. Suddenly his face is burning with embarrassment and anger at himself. He's been stupid and idiotic and he just feels...

Really, really dumb.

The last thing that Murdoc says though, that at least eases it a little. Stops him from storming off angrily.]

Wait- wait just a fucking second, I- I'm not saying I'm in love with you or anything, y'know. Just for clarification. I didn't have this stupidass, cheesy romcom-esque epiphany where you compliment me and suddenly I'm head over heels! This- this is fucking confusing, y'know? I don't know how the fuck I feel!

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I never said you were in love with me. [He shrugs lazily.]

Doesn't meant I'm goin' to take my pants off for you because you start smoochin' me.

[He's going to start edging toward the door now, scooping up the shirt he brought with him and tugging it on.]

Good night, Dirk.

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[Bro is quiet through everything he says, because he honestly isn't sure what to say. At all. He still feels stupid and just. Like this was all a mistake. Like he opened up more of himself than he ever should've. Murdoc's answer feels like a letdown, and he isn't used to it being this way. He's never been used to feelings being involved.

When Murdoc moves to get his stuff, Bro just stares at the floor. When he says the last thing, Bro finally turns to look at him but his back is already turned and he's headed out.

He wants to say something, to ask him to wait. To clarify that he's not, and... And he wants to ask where the hell they're supposed to go from this. He opens his mouth to call after him, but he just. Can't get the words out.

He's stupid. He's stupid and it just kind of sucks. He turns and bends down to pick his stuff up, pulling on his shirt and then planting his shades firmly on his face. But he doesn't leave the bathroom. Not yet. He kind of just.

Wants to sit on the cot and thing about how stupid he is.

How good the kiss was. But in the end, the silence is just too defeaning, and he finally unsummons the cot and makes his way out of the bathroom and back to his room.]