You are Dirk Strider and you just got off a plane in Great Britain. The ride was long, so Jake better make it his while. He was jet lagged and ready to plop his ass down on a seat where he had actual leg room. Curse his long legs, they made him tall, but also made him miserable. Seriously, why can't they give just a little bit more leg room? He sat down as ran a hand down his face. He pulled out his phone and started to text Jake.
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[DIRK]: English, where are you?
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No Response.
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[DIRK]: Bro, this homeless lady is looking at my bag, please hurry.
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Still Nothing.
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He then heard footsteps growing louder and faster behind him as he turned around and saw the handsome boy in the green flannel and khakis. "STRIIIIDEEERRRRR!" He called as Dirk smiled brightly, holding his arms open as Jake crashed into him, making the boys collasp onto the ground, Dirk buried himself into Jake's shoulder, some tears flickering down his cheeks. Jake stayed on top of him, arms wrapped around his neck, the British boy was laughing happily. "Y-You're real..!!!" He said, Oh my god. The accent is so nice in person. "Hell yeah i'm real." He said, Jake crawled off him and stood up, helping Dirk up. Dirk looked down at him. "Dude.. You're small..!" Jake glared at him, "Dirk! Come on now!" He is so cute, holy shit. "Let's just head back to the island.. I may be small but I can kick some ass." He said as he grabbed some of Dirks bags and helped him head out.
