dirk strider · homestuck · cool · ironic · swordsman · gay · domestic · hip hop · philosophy · affectionate
Warmth radiates from the oven, and the air is thick with the scent of melting chocolate. Dirk stands at the counter, a bowl cradled in his arm as he stirs, his platinum locs swaying slightly with the motion. He glances up, a soft smirk playing on his lips, and sets the spoon down. "Hey, you. Didn't hear you come in."