#sighs. i wish we could've seen the rest of his canon apartment

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do you think dirks apartment would be bare or cluttered

This ask reminds me of the tags on this post specifically because... so true. not enough people are brave enough to make him as weird and gross as he is.

I mean, looking at his actual room is like...

it's not "that bad". right. this is a teenager's room. but it's noticably a little messy? and of course a lot of this can be attributed to the fact that he wasn't raised by anybody and is therefore very pragmatic about his environment (e.g., why would I make the bed if I'm just going to mess it back up later?) (IMO a lot of this could be said for Roxy as well, like... her room is equally as cluttered...these kids have no PARENTS to come in and tell them to clean up after themselves).

Overall I think he would be a clean person & very meticulous in, like, only certain respects... he's the type to have a very high tolerance to very certain types of messes. his "organized chaos" except it's even weirder than the generally understood concept of that. certain types of actual garbage do not phase him while others he needs to get rid of immediately and it doesn't make sense to anybody but him. I'd imagine it's largely a sensory experience for him, or at least that would be his basis for what bothers him and what doesn't.. it isn't like he's lazy or idle or anything liek that, he's just got a specific vision of what his environment does and doesn't benefit from.

I imagine he categorizes taking care of himself like this too but with the added concern of like...if for some reason he might be seen or otherwise encountered by someone meaningful to him, that would be a concern. i think any iteration of him has this feeling of pretending to be human in one way or another, somehow in my mind that is very linked to the physical practices of personal grooming and presentation.

#dirk strider #opining #ask #sighs. i wish we could've seen the rest of his canon apartment #i think the answer to this question is very much variable upon which dirk we're talking about #the latter self-presentation point is mildly discordant with my view of hospital dirk who i genuinely think is so averse to Society that #this concept implodes. he wears really shitty oversized clothes with many holes because hes POOR #while also spending inordinate amounts of money on ugly ass chains #because he thinks it's funny. i've mentioned this before in the dirk schedule post. he is swagless #i think a canon dirk or more ''normal'' nosburb dirk would be a bit more neurotic about his appearance #and how he presents himself to the public/others. even though im firmly of the belief that his fashion sense is quite poor #because. again..no formal irl influences he's teaching himself how to dress and nobody is checking him and telling him he looks terrible #hospital dirk #because tags #*public slash others. my god never use slashes in your tags i guess #obligatory disclaimer that these are just thoights. like i don't view this as THIS IS THE ONLY DIRK #i also enjoy dirks who are very clean about their surroundings in a neurotic way. i think they are awesome #''cluttered'' is just usually what my brain defaults to for him #like. genuinely i adore seeing dirk meticulously upkeep everything that is an extension of him. it just depends on the dirk #that's what's fun about character hcs I guess. usually I am not set in my ways like some people are just objectively WRONG about certain #things but for the most part I'll see other interpretations and be like aw yeah I can see that

[jojoreadwhat]

T W E L V E • A Gwilym Lee Story | 2. the one where the assistant goes missing.

chapter inspiration:

A/N: Priyanka Chopra is playing Keya. Enjoy 😊

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Gwilym •

Keya lied, lounged across the vintage coral sofa. Her plump, rouge lips protruding into a heart shape. Sharpening the fullness of the bottom of her face. Relaxing the cream sheer fabric, clinging to her warm russet body.

The bronzing shine of her legs escaping from underneath it. Glistening against the bright lights centered on her. As I rolled my lens, trying poorly to focus on her face as she playfully loosened the fabric for me. Vividly showing off her the dark shade of her nipples.

"K, you're making me lose focus." Sighing after I had spoken.

I wasn't complaining too much about it, they were quite gorgeous like I remembered. Well-endowed, balancing out her curvaceous, golden physique.

She startled me when a unrestrained, blissful melody of a laugh fell from her full lips. Smirking as I watched her head fall back in restoration. Her long black waves dropping behind. Seductively meeting her hands to her legs as they curled up, bending at the knees. Now resting her elbows on them.

"Come on Gwilym, you know it's been a while." She insisted, like she has since she took off her street clothes for this magazine shoot.

Keya and I were never to be tamed in each other's presence. Proof was the way we left Room 34 in Los Angeles the last time we met up. After getting a few cocktails from the hotel lobby when we came back from Saint Laurent's fashion show.

Wide eyed at the thought, fumbling with the settings of Canon. "It has been a while," I began, bringing the camera back to my face. Wanting to catch up with our month drought. "Shame these photos should've been taken a week ago." I finished then, smirking before instructing for her next pose.

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Our session finally ending, I stood at my white tall table. Organizing some of the film shots we had taken for the Renaissance theme, explaining all the nudity and vintage props clogging up the minimal interior of my studio. The permanent marker fumes colliding with the sandalwood cleaner used the night before. I scribbled my signature at the bottom, making piles of which went, where for my assistant Lolly. Trying to avoid any confusion.

"It was nice seeing you today Mr. Lee." Keya's Indian summer tongue pulling me from my concentrations. I looked up to her, slightly leaning on the top, fully clothed now with her bag over shoulder. "I wish I could say the same." I lied bluntly. Feeding into her.

Going back to organizing, avoiding her contact and hearing her tone shift. "What? Why's that?" She questioned, as I slowly place the stack neatly on the table. I turned to her, looking down at her brown eyes growing wide in wonder. Moving the long jet black hair resting heavily on her shoulder with my hand.

"You talked back too much for your own good today," I explained, before I wrapped my hand in it like a reminder. Pulling her close to me and my other hand meeting her jaw. She was never much for a soft gestures as her pretty teeth peered at me.

"I did?" She mocked, I nodded. Bringing my lips close to her ear, "Mhm," I reassured, "You're lucky I don't like messes in my studio." Tasting the edge of her jaw, still just as sweet as the last time.

Keya went on about her whereabouts for tonight, she was my last client today and my schedule had no intrusions. Plus she was Mika Agarwal's daughter, New York's finest gallery director. I've been killing for a spot on his grand white walls of Gallery Fusion on 23rd and Walnut. I'd make her come more than she has ever with me, as long as my name left her lips at the dinner table.

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I excused myself, taking the three stacks of proofs and walking little ways down the hall to Lolly's office I gave her.

Lolly is this perky, twenty one year old strawberry blonde with a cute heart shaped butt in athletic leggings. She has been my assistant for about three months now, I think? I'm not exactly sure. At first I didn't think that it would be because the first set of proofs that I handed to her ended up at the wrong magazine building.

She improved shortly after she apologized and fought with no luck of getting them back. Her style changed, she came to work early giving her the opening job, her office and desk more organized. We fucked a few times after some long nights, alcohol coursing and we had some things in common. She was quite the chatter box when I'd down on her and she always tasted like tangerines.

As I grew closer, I noticed the light was off through the blinds of the glass walls. I furrowed my brows, adjusting my sleeve to look at my watch and remembering she came back from lunch earlier on with a coffee for me.

The door was unlocked, nothing had been moved except for a picture frame or two of her and friend and Paris that she wanted to visit soon. They were gone off the standing shelf nearby. Did she ask to leave early? I thought to myself as I walked around. Sometimes knowing my own self that I could've let it slip.

"Hm." I hummed to myself, taking a second glance before reaching her desk to write notes on her pink note pad. Noticing the keys placed on top of it.

The studio's keys. The ones she used to open for me, when I got conscious enough to make it to work. I went to continue the note when I began connecting the missing things and the keys and–

Fuck.

I heard a slight sigh from the doorway, Keya was now standing there. "Hold up?" She questioned my facial expression that was not equivalent to my racing brain.

"I think Lolly quit on me." I muttered, shuffling loudly through her desk drawers noticing some other things missing.

Keya walked closer to the desk, "Maybe you shouldn't hire them so young next time." She nagged, lightly giggling and it honestly was not the time to do so. She was right though, being young herself once and swarmed by naivety.

I ran my hand through my curls, sighing in frustration. I looked at the card key Keya left on the desk, the sound of the shedder ripped when I placed it through it. Clearing the notepad and finding a pen, planning what I was going to put into the newspaper this week. I was going to be here for while.

Now hiring for assistant position...

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Sylvia •

I had decided to take up Lucy’s offering of moving in with her, upstate in the Big Apple. I was a bit nervous, I won't shy about it. The sudden change was huge, for many and myself. The last time I ever did anything like this was when I got my first apartment... with Ben.

That was one thing weighing on me for the last 24 hours, Ben contacted me three days ago about something he forgot in our once shared closet. Luckily, he asked if we could meet at our used to be regular coffee shop. Avoiding the moving plan. I hadn't told him about New York. He looked good after two weeks of no contact, he cut his hair and got new shoes.

But I didn't buy it when he mentioned he missed me, because I had heard he was still couching it with a mutual friend of ours. Even with the inevitability of still feeling the miss of him. I know I deserved better.

I sat slouched back and my sandals resting on the glove compartment. The wind swarming in from the passenger window. Intertwining with the dark brown stands, tickling my skin.

A sudden stop from approaching a red light had taken me away from the bright screen of my phone. Looking past my feet and out the dashboard. Before Lucy hit the exposed skin of my thigh.

"Oooh we're going to have so much fun!" She spoke of excitedly, practically jumping out of the drivers seat. I was almost nervous about it when we swerved a little on the road after the light had turned.

Lucy hasn't stopped talking since she picked me up from Grand Central Station.

I chuckled at her high spirit, my eyes meeting the hem of my dress. "I can only imagine what you've planned." I replied, shooting a sweet smile at her and meeting her bright blue eyes.

As much as I was nervous about this whole, leap into a new atmosphere. It was so nice to see Lucy after a year and half. We parted ways after we graduated college. Her bright blonde hair was shorter than the last time I seen her. She had a pretty glow after coming back from Dubai, and she had quite sophistication now in her style with working in the modern fashion work.

She was still herself though. All smiles, eyes bright, still listened to radio tunes, loud and had no harms in telling you what's what. I had taken her phone call a week ago as a sign, a good one cause I knew she wouldn't let me fall into a hole even if I'd dig it myself.

"Mhmmm," She began, her eyes still on the road. "For starters, we're going to get you a new beeper." I furrowed my eyes,

"And why? I haven't even placed fresh undies into my dresser yet." I questioned, this girl never had any order. "We need to get you a new code and kiss all the losers goodbye."

I rolled my eyes, resting a little on our share console.

"Plus I bought a shelf of wine for unpacking tonight after seeing the boys!” She finished, taking a turn onto 24th street. My brows furrowed, “The boys?” I questioned. I couldn't believe that she had a double date ready. Trying to play match maker once again.

“I hope they're a gay couple." I replied, folding my arms across my chest.

Lucy just giggled loudly, "No you silly goose, they're our neighbors across the hall. Three nice lads that I have dinner with on Tuesdays."

And today is Tuesday. Splendid.

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