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[Voice/ action in Albert's apartment]

[There's a sound in the background before anyone starts talking, a sound that is almost suspiciously like the loading of a gun. Before anything more ominous happens, though, the noises stop, and a man's voice speaks up.]

Well, this is hella entertaining. They're getting uncreative with their invasive afflictions. You'd think they'd be eager to come up with new and interesting ways to get reactions out of us, instead of rehashing shit they've done before.

For you newbies, it means that this has happened before. At least this time I'm not fucking barking.

This is Dirk, by the way.

[For a few moments, there are some more random sounds- a little mechanical click-click-click, that continues until the recording cuts out.]

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Who do you think?! That's my body you're in possession of and I don't want harm coming to anyone! Just.. just stay there, I'm coming over!

[There's a clatter and a series of soft noises as Albert misfires heading for the door by tripping over the bedframe, knocking over a small tower of hats into a pile on the floor. He briefly considers cleaning them up but every second lost is another second that Dirk's alone with his body and that's just not right. Not to mention potentially dangerous. He could blow a chunk out of the building with the knee missiles, for starters. No, no, he'll just apologize later.

He scrambles out of the room awkwardly, shuddering as he passes the creepy puppet in the corner. He could swear the thing is watching him leave...]

Jesus, don't hurt yourself. [Dirk's body. Whatever. This is making Dirk almost wince, because he knows where all the sharp things are in his room and it practically sounds like Albert is aiming for them.

Amazingly, he does wait patiently without poking around much, while Albert scrambles around. After discovering the gun hand just before getting on the network, he's concluded that Albert's robotic parts are likely dangerous, but he'd been planning on proceeding with caution, though still proceeding, until he'd gotten that reaction.

Now, he's just testing the range of motion on the limbs without trying to figure out how they look on the inside.]

If you're that eager to get here, try figuring out the flashstepping.

I'm not! I just tripped.

[He hasn't had a gangly teenaged body in... actually ever. He was a fairly solidly-built youth, though still a bit awkward and accident prone when he'd had his growth spurt. That had been around fourteen or fifteen which was nearly two decades ago (or six, depending on how you look at it).

He can't very well go out in pajamas, he realizes upon catching sight of himself in the mirror. Damnit, more delays. And he has to pass that creepy puppet again. Grinding his (Dirk's) teeth in frustration, he rummages in the closet for the closest t-shirt and pants, not bothering to look at them closely before pulling them on.

...These jeans are awfully tight.]

How does it work?

[Good work, Albert. Dirk's got the decency to try and refrain from banging up Albert's body, mechanical parts and all. The least he could do is return the favor! Even if Dirk sometimes isn't used to his gangly teenage body himself.

The question about flashstepping throws him off for a moment. It's been a thing he can do for so long, the feeling of it just comes naturally to him. Finally he focuses on the way things were different during the superhero curse when he wasn't flashstepping to come up with an explanation.]

You pick a place you want to be and focus hard as you can on being there fast as possible. It works best for short distances.

But how does it actually functi- ow.

[That's a stubbed toe. This trying to hurry thing isn't working at all. Maybe he needs to slow down and breathe just a little.]

Sorry. How does it actually work, though? Or do you not know the science of it.

Only one person before me ever knew how to in my world, far as I'm aware. Any scientific explanations sound like bullshit conjecture, because that's basically what they are. As far as it works for me, it's instinctive.

I guess instincts don't carry over, then. I'll walk.

[He doesn't want to accidentally do it wrong and flashstep halfway through a wall or something terrible. It isn't his body, so he'll try and take care of it once he manages to master, y'know, being coordinated.]

See you.

[Considering Albert already knows where the apartment is, Dirk doesn't expect him to take long to get there.]

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