dont-offend-the-bees:

Ayyy it’s me again!

I just really wanted to do something fluffy, so today I’ve been bashing out some more fic in the groupchat based on a convo I had with the wonderful @kieren-fucking-walker– I’m glad you’ve been dragged headfirst into this fandom darling, it’s bloody nice to have you here ❤

This is basically fluff fluff fluff, with a tiny bit of Dirk-typical low self-esteem/disbelief, and uh… lots of weed. Idk what to tell you, Todd’s a fucking stoner and I’ve got receipts.

Anyway, enjoy! ❤

(read on Ao3)

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Dirk had learned quite a long time ago that Todd wasn’t much of a
phone-answerer. Sometimes Dirk wondered why he even carried the blasted thing if he had no intention of using it as
anything more than an expensive pocket-filler slash paperweight. Dirk was quite
used to it by now, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating when Todd had
his little uncommunicative spells when Dirk had important questions to ask him.

Such as: is three weeks too out of date for milk to be
usable?

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