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Jane Crocker ([personal profile] cyan_maid) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2013-02-08 11:11 pm

Maybe We Don't Need Anyone (As More Than Friends)

Who: Jane Crocker and Dirk Strider
What: Robot concerns lead to the complicated shenanigans that are Alpha Kids' romance problems.
When: February 8th, evening-ish
Where: Dirk's Room
Rating: PG-13 I guess?




Snickerdoodles had not been worth the trouble - of this, Jane was absolutely certain. She should have had Anna make a great big cake that everyone could share. It would have come with much less embarrassment. But no, her burgeoning hopes of a castle experience filled with pastries had been crushed, all because she could not figure out what was wrong with Anna.

It had only been the second time she had brought Anna out to bake, and the robot had begun to malfunction. At first she stalled in the middle of performing steps, but each stall lasted longer and longer, until, when everything was ready to go in the oven, Anna had dropped the filled pans and shut down completely. Jane nearly cried when she saw all the lovely batter pooling on the floor.

Well, so much for that spice cake.

There was obviously something wrong with Anna, but what? Dirk would know better than anyone, so that is where she was going. Somehow, she had managed to bring the robot up to the third floor, and, not even sure if Dirk was around, Jane rapped on his door.

"Hello? Is anybody home?"
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[personal profile] brohoof 2013-02-22 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Dirk hadn't really meant for it to sting, but he wasn't trying to filter himself, either. The words were coming how they came, and for someone who was usually pretty blunt under normal circumstances, it was probably worse now with his heightened emotions. He was getting so many mixed messages that it made it hard to really get a sense just how Jane felt. She'd yelled, said things that made him feel like shit, and then denied the fact she resented him? The longer this went on, the worse the whiplash became, but he was trying to be patient and not let his feelings get the better of him.

As she went on, one thing was certain. He couldn't deny that Jake had handled it badly. Jake wasn't exactly known for his tact or his brains, and Dirk had no trouble believing the things that Jane said. That didn't change the fact that he was still upset though, for a multitude of reasons. Partly at himself, because having it all laid out for him, he couldn't understand his thought processes behind everything, specifically the party. He couldn't fathom why he had decided to skip out on her party.

He wasn't to blame for everything else, though. At least... not from his current perspective. It seemed clear that he hadn't known just how upset Jane had been about everything, and this was a two-way street. Dirk couldn't have known how Jane was feeling, and she hadn't ever told him any of this stuff. So how was he supposed to know? And yet she had blamed it all on him and yelled at him for it. That wasn't fucking cool, in his opinion. Not at all. If she had confided in him, things would probably have turned out differently. He could have done something- what, he didn't know. But something.

"And you never once thought to talk to me about it?" he asked, his voice getting more of an edge to it, as the feelings of hurt started coming back to him at the thought. "I wouldn't have pushed you away. I wouldn't have been upset. I don't exactly know what I would have done, considering I still don't know all of what I was thinking during all of that, but I know myself well enough to know it probably would have turned out so much better if you hadn't withheld everything!" He clenched his fists again, because once more he was getting worked up. "I'm not responsible for Jake's actions and you can't hold them against me- and you can't fucking tell me that you haven't held it against me, because if you didn't, it would not have been ME you exploded at. It would be him!"

Dirk thought he had been over the most of his feelings, that he was calming down, but apparently he was far more bitter about it than he had initially thought, now that he was hearing the whole story from start to finish. "I'll tell you what though, I'm responsible for my own actions. But you never gave me the opportunity to do anything. I clearly didn't know how you were feeling, because you never stopped and said 'Hey Dirk, this is what's up.' And why, because you were afraid of hurting my feelings? Really? Because it sounds like you were just scared to face the fucking situation itself!"

He was being harsh. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that, but he couldn't stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth regardless.
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[personal profile] brohoof 2013-02-22 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe you wouldn't have to fuckin' scream at people if you would just talk to them before it got that bad!" he shouted, and then he was on his feet, because god fucking damn it, he couldn't just sit still when he was this on edge. He'd thought they had both calmed down, but apparently not, and apparently they were both too goddamn angry to get it settled right now. He himself wasn't in the right frame of mind anymore to try and fix it, not when he felt like he was being blamed for Jane's problems.

"But instead you bottle it up and then take it out on the people who're supposed to be your friends!" He turned away, stalking over to his bed, kicking aside stray robot parts. He caught sight of Anna in the corner and he had the sudden urge to chuck her out of a window, but he resisted that particular urge, because he knew it would be really fucking childish of him. "Which you just fucking admitted to, and then did for a second god damn time, and now you're throwing a pity party. You want me to agree that you're an awful friend, don't you?"

Well he wasn't. For so many reasons. And before he could stop himself, he said the biggest reason that was currently in his mind.

"But I'm not, because I don't even fuckin' know if I can call you a friend anymore."

His voice came out quiet, a slight quiver, and it sounded sad at that. Sad, angry, hurt. Dirk didn't want it to come to that, but what the fuck was it supposed to come to if she was going to keep acting like she was? Blaming him, yelling at him for stuff he wasn't responsible for- if she was yelling at him for the things he was responsible for, it would be one thing. But she was yelling at him for things that Jake had done. Things he had been oblivious to. It just wasn't fucking fair.

He hated it so fucking much.