Chapter 6: Rest At Last

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The two of them sat like this for a good half hour, one hand resting on another, not saying anything aside from occasional quips about The Troll Office or whatever was on. Both of their blushes had died down, the pair getting used to each other's presence and warmth.

"♥ So... This is pretty cool. ♥" Zebruh stammers, attempting to be nonchalant but coming off as a little chalant. His cheeks blue slightly once again, confronting the trunkbeast in the room.

"The show?" Dirk asks, plainly but playfully. He'd surely be smiling if that were a thing that Striders do.


"♥ You know what I meant! ♥" He laughs, catching Dirk off guard a bit. At first, Zebruh had seemed so reserved and confident, but it was clear now that he was just as nervous and insecure as everyone else, but that also had positives, like being able to see him laugh. Dirk very nearly cracked a smile there. It's more of a smirk, really, but he's doing it. Zebruh certainly saw, and would most definitely call him out for it, if he weren't interrupted by Dirk leaning over and resting his head onto the sturdy troll's shoulder.

Nothing to say now, Zebruh relaxed, happy as he's ever been. Nobody ever really took him seriously before, much less reciprocated. He let the TV fade softly into the background, gently drifting asleep with who may be his new partner.

A few hours later, MSPAR would return to their hive. They're expecting a bit of a mess, to be frank, having essentially handed off the burden of Zebruh onto someone they barely know. They appearify in their respiteblock, also known as a bedroom, with things oddly quiet in their hive. The sound of a TV can be heard faintly, but this dilapidated tower doesn't exactly come with perfect isolation, and the TV should be much louder if anyone's watching. They climb down their ladders and find Dirk and Zebruh, fast asleep on the couch, with Dirk resting on Zebruh, glasses on the makeshift table. And surprisingly, this time, things worked out for everyone.

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