[ derek's spent an entire day away from the apartment he's been assigned to, somehow managing to be both sour and bitter about being forced to live a life of luxury. or at least a life of comparative luxury, given that half the population in this place live in a filthy underground horrorshow. he's been given a very nice apartment, and that's great, but he also wishes this entire fucking city would just go fucking fuck itself, so it takes him a while to relax.
but he gets home, he strips, he lays down, he checks his messages. and, uh.
the, uh.
wow, the girls in this place really don't waste any time. it doesn't even occur to derek that this might be a misfire, he just... after quickly scanning the name killjoy on the network and not finding any clues that this is, like, spam, or an ad or something, he sinks into his bed and overthinks his reply. eventually: ]
un: triskele | i will 100% start a second thread with you for his workout stuff if u want
but he gets home, he strips, he lays down, he checks his messages. and, uh.
the, uh.
wow, the girls in this place really don't waste any time. it doesn't even occur to derek that this might be a misfire, he just... after quickly scanning the name killjoy on the network and not finding any clues that this is, like, spam, or an ad or something, he sinks into his bed and overthinks his reply. eventually: ]
Someone's direct.
[ he just sends that. ]