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seems like Dutch wants to make an apology but he don't know how to say

Reblogging again bc to me this is also an interesting study in body language

Body language does not indicate big alpha dog energy; to me, the opposite. Dutch wants back on good terms w/ Hosea (kiss and make up ♡).

There was probably an argument or something silly happened. Hosea doesn't want to even look at him and has set a wide personal bubble with him until he is good and ready to see him and talk to him. Despite being in a lower physical position at the table, he is wielding all the power in this vicinity, as if forming an invisible barrier.

Dutch lowered, body rounded, no eye contact, is taking on a submissive/timid posture, a quiet plea for Hosea to take down the barrier to make things right again (and to kiss and make up). He might as well have some wildflowers for him in his hand.

I'm probably off here but to me goes against the image of him being some evil dictator and another thing going against DUTCH BAD. If he wanted to he could march right over and demand to make apology etc but he chooses to not dare cross that barrier.

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Red thread trash - AU Trikey fanfic

Hey! I promised to upload my fanfic here as well - find it right below the “Keep reading” button. Let me know what you think about it - your feedback fuels me like anything else :) I included some minor hints of pop culture/literature every now and then and generally had a great time writing it even though it’s still short. I plan on updating it soon so if you like it, stay tuned :) Chapter 1 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense “You are sick, dickhead!” That was all she was able to spit out before shutting the door with such force all the yellowish photos on walls thumped the disgusting, bleached out wallpaper they were attached to. It was getting dark and a sharp sound sent shockwaves through creeping silence of the night. Tired street lamps gave out eerie orange light which sculpted everything in soft outlines and gave a fine monochrome touch to washed-out colours of the early evening. Dust, startled by the outburst, sat back on surfaces it originally sat on, creating a delicate icing on the ugly cake of an apartment it was in. It was full to the brim, filled with dying cacti in flower pots, virgin self-improvement books, some of them sealed in original plastic, action figures, statues, souvenirs from places so distant and abstract no one ever heard of them, old calendars and along with dozens of empty ball pens an assorted clutter of a bachelor. It was a miracle the small, one-room apartment did not explode with everything stored inside. On the wall next to the door, the landline phone decided to commit what it’s silent owner contemplated for years and fell down from the holder, and hit the ground with an ugly crunch. The sound made the owner snap from lethargy. Up to now, he only stood in the middle of the place, staring at the door emotionless.

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