
Of all the people who could possibly come knocking on your door, somehow Dirk Strider wasn’t one you expected. After that incident in the lab, you were sure that everything was ruined between the two of you, the prospects of rivalry and even romance trashed beyond repair. He certainly seemed to support that hypothesis, since he walked out on you and never looked back. You daresay it hurt your ego and maybe even your feelings that your kiss wasn’t even worth a blasted phone call or maybe a bouquet of flowers.
But then, perhaps things have changed. You go to slam the door in his face—an automatic response, an attempt to buy yourself time to build up a suitable defense in case he is here to attack you—but he catches the edge of the door just in time. You realize belatedly that he’s dressed as a civilian, not as your old foe the Tailorbird.
“What do you want, Strider?” You demand in the coldest voice you can manage, which ends up sounding more flustered and uncertain than anything else.
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