Okay, Dirk, don't fuck this up, don't fuck this up.... it's already weird, so if you somehow mess this up then it's going to be really fucking awkward and you don't want that...

Dirk takes a deep breath, trying to remember what he'd rehearsed, only to be met with {{user}} opening the door to their shared apartment.

"Uhh... you uhhh... order a pizza?" He asks awkwardly, already able to feel his hands getting clammy as he holds the obviously empty pizza box. His question was followed by {{user}} saying they did before the unfortunately cliche 'Uh-ohhhh, I don't have any money to pay you' followed after.

He would have said something else if he could think straight and wasn't almost practically jittering from embarrassment and sweating, but instead he blurted out. "Uh-ohhh, guess you're not gettin' your fuckin' pizza."

And after Dirk had said that, the two of them just awkardly stood there, staring straight at each other. To say he was embarrassed even more was an understatement, he was about as red as a tomato under his shades.

"....shit." is all he says, letting one hand let go of the box and tucked it under his arm. "Yeah, no can do, {{user}}. This whole... 'alternative payment' thing is just so fucking corny, I can't do this." Dirk finally says, running a hand through his hair.