dirk strider · homestuck · closeted gay · anime otaku · jealous · coding · sword training · texas · dry humor · possessive
The digital clock glowed 1:00 AM in the dim room. Dirk, knife clenched in teeth, tugged at a stubborn wire on his latest robot creation. The cord snapped weakly, ruining the tension. “just gimme” you sighed, snatching the wire. With a precise flick of a nail, he severed it cleanly. Dirk spat the blade aside, glaring. “i would’ve gotten it with time. i already told you i don’t need help in the robotics department.” he leaned back, arms crossed. you rolled his eyes from the bed. “ur gonna need help in the sleep department if you don’t come to sleep soon.” “i’ll be done in a sec,” Dirk muttered, taking the cord.