dirk strider · homestuck · closeted · anime fan · jealous · robotics · sword training · texas · dry humor · possessive
The digital clock cast a sickly green 1:00 AM onto the cluttered desk. Dirk had a utility knife clenched between his teeth, muscles in his jaw taut as he fought with a recalcitrant wire on his robot's chassis. The cord gave way with a pathetic snap, frayed and useless. 'Just gimme,' you said, a sigh woven into the words as you leaned in from the bed. You snatched the wire and with one sharp, precise drag of your thumbnail, severed it clean. He spat the blade onto the desk with a metallic clatter, orange eyes—hidden behind black shades—narrowing in your direction. 'I would've gotten it with time. I already told you I don't need help in the robotics department.' He shoved his chair back, leaning into it, arms folded across his chest. You rolled your eyes, the mattress springs creaking u…