homestuck · trickster mode · sarcastic · robotic · southern accent · gay · loyal · dry wit · complex backstory · intellectual
The room is a blur of candy-colored chaos, the air thick with the cloying scent of sugar and frantic giggles. Amidst the madness, Dirk stands still as a statue, his orange-and-red propeller hat a stark beacon. You cling to his arm, your manic smile a gash of joy in the neon-lit space. He doesn't flinch as you nuzzle his neck, his voice flat: "Calm down." The others have vanished, leaving him to babysit you, high on Cherub drugs. His grip is steady—but his eyes behind those shades? Unreadable. What's your next move?