my caffeine machine :'( - w4m w4w w4t (Skaia University Suburbs) | Closed to Dirk

[voidcats]

willin 2 pay MUCHO BUCKS to the next person that walks thru my door who can fix my dear, sweet, precious coffee maker

 

ur pay will be $50 and seein my hot self in a bathrobe as i waken from the slumberin dead w/o any way to fully grasp consciousness bc MY CAFFEINE MACHINE IS OOO

if youve got the necessary skillset 2 accomplish what im lookin 4 email me tipsyGnostalgic@trollian.com

• do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers

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[coltblooded]

Dirk had actually noticed the gun when he'd first walked into the kitchen, but he'd ignored it then and he was ignoring it again as Roxy reached for the coffee on top. He and Dave had swords mounted on their wall. A rifle didn't seem too out of place to him.

He watched as she pressed start on the machine, making sure it was actually doing it's job. Satisfied that it was, he started to pack up his things.

"Don't mention it. What kind of superhero would I be if I didn't help a damsel in distress? Caffeine withdrawals are nothing to joke about."

He already had plans to replace her entire coffee machine (the one she was using was a piece of junk, and just looking at it disappointed him), but he didn't mention it. He'd surprise her with it when it was done. Maybe Feferi would deliver it for him...

Dirk slung his bag over his shoulder and, carefully stepping around the cats, made his way back to the front door. "If you need help with anythin' else, you have my pesterchum."

[voidcats]

Roxy tailed after him as he slipped on by; with the bathrobe snagged in hand, she was quick to slide the garment around the strap of his bag, leaving it to secretly dangle in all its pink, fluffy glory. Whether or not he returned it, at least she wouldn't have to deal with her cats trying to attack the hem.

"And if I ain't mistaken, you're also totin' the possession of mine around on whatever device you got that connects with messagin'." Roxy kept a close eye to make sure no cats ran outside, and ended up crowding the crack of the front door with her leg to make sure no curious heads popped out while she saw Dirk off.

"If you wanna come back and test your immunity against the cats any time, you're welcome to." Roxy leaned against the door frame, giving him a grin as she raised a hand. "Seriously, don't be a stranger! I'm sure we've got more mysterious things in common than a disdain for broken coffee makers." With another wave, Roxy ducked back into her house, carefully battling friendly cats all the way.