SWIMMINGGEDDON.

[wwistful]

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.]

Comments

[wwistful]

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.

[plushaeusrumpified]

[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!

[wwistful]

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.

[plushaeusrumpified]

[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.]