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This is my first after effects edit from my Instagram. It’s Dirk Gently related so I thought I’d post it here

Inktober day 8! I made it through a full week! Prompt: “the dreamer”.

so i need to work on my big bang right now BUT i’m in such a good fucking mood about that doctor who thing that i can’t get in the angst zone at this very moment so i’m gonna BASH THIS OUT INSTEAD ENJOY <3

“You don’t think those are a little obvious?”

Dirk, currently caught between the Day-Glo pink shirt and the one with dolphins on it, frowned at him in bewilderment. “…How so?”

“Dirk, we’re supposed to be inconspicuous,” said Todd, rolling his eyes. “This investigation’s gonna be over real quickly if the guys we’re tailing catch us out right away.”

“And why would they catch us out?”

“Because you’re dressed like an actual cartoon?” 

“You act as if that’s a bad thing!”

“It is if we’re trying not to be noticed,” said Todd, rifling through the rack of good, reliable flannel shirts he’d honed in on the second they walked in, seeking out the least eye-catching colors. “We don’t wanna draw attention to ourselves.”

“Which is exactly why we should draw attention to ourselves.”

Todd blinked. “…What?”

“Think about it, Todd,” Dirk began, with a surprising amount of confidence considering he was almost certainly about to say something insane. “What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think of inconspicuous clothes?”

“Normal stuff- everyday stuff, dull colors. Same thing everyone thinks of. Except you, apparently-”

“Precisely!” Dirk exclaimed, raising his finger triumphantly. “Everyone thinks that! Just as everyone thinks of bright, unusual and ostentatious clothing as conspicuous, correct?”

“Yes…”

“So, tell me,” he said, leaning in. “If you were a shady smuggler and you noticed two attractive chaps in dashing, conspicuous outfits loitering outside your base of operations in plain sight; would you assume that they were investigating you? Or would you assume, rather fairly, that no spy in their right mind would ever wear something quite so ostentatious?”

He raised his eyebrows in challenge, with a little smirk that a traitorous part of Todd’s mind seriously wanted to kiss off his stupid face. But he fought off the instinct, and managed to hold his gaze disapprovingly for a solid twelve seconds.

He didn’t quite make it to thirteen before he sighed, broke contact, and snatched the dolphin shirt from Dirk’s unresisting hand.

“Quit making sense. It doesn’t suit you.”

The smirk grew more pronounced, and more frustratingly kissable.