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heartsplinteredHoly shit he was going to be sick.
Dirk Strider had never been a terribly anxious human being-- he was constantly calculating and scheming and thinking so that very little surprised him and very little had reason to make him sweat. But when things eluded that tireless calculation, he absolutely. Hated. It. Because it overwhelmed his senses in such an extreme way he just didn't even know how to cope.
So here he was, sitting in a vaguely uncomfortable leather seat on a private jet slowing to a stop on the tattered tarmac of Hellmurder Island, battling anxious nausea and sweating palms with a straight, if somewhat sharp, face. He grit his teeth carefully.
( Welcome to your destination in the middle of the ocean, )
Dirk Strider had never been a terribly anxious human being-- he was constantly calculating and scheming and thinking so that very little surprised him and very little had reason to make him sweat. But when things eluded that tireless calculation, he absolutely. Hated. It. Because it overwhelmed his senses in such an extreme way he just didn't even know how to cope.
So here he was, sitting in a vaguely uncomfortable leather seat on a private jet slowing to a stop on the tattered tarmac of Hellmurder Island, battling anxious nausea and sweating palms with a straight, if somewhat sharp, face. He grit his teeth carefully.
( Welcome to your destination in the middle of the ocean, )