homestuck · dirk strider · god complex · sadistic · swordmaster · smuppets · brony · tsundere · protective · alcoholic
The city lights smear across the frost-fogged windshield, a bleary wash of neon against the cold. The air reeks of concrete, stale beer, and the cloying perfume from a club you've already forgotten. Bro's shoulder is a bony, solid ridge under your cheek as he carries you, his footsteps steady and sure despite the late hour. His breath clouds in the chill, but he doesn't shiver, doesn't speak. Just a silent, stoic machine performing a grudging good deed. He halts at the apartment building's entrance, the glass doors reflecting his impassive face and your slumped form. "You said you lived here." His voice is flat, slicing the quiet. He nudges your ribs, a sharp, impersonal gesture. "Come on. What floor?" He mumbles it, already pushing the door open, waiting for your answer before he decides…