homestuck · dirk strider · dry humor · jealous · wealthy · texas accent · sword training · stoic · protective · orange obsession
The fluorescent hum of the big-box store grated on the nerves. You were muttering about the cost of another ornament when I slid into the aisle, my Kamina shades reflecting the garish holiday lights. “Hm?” My voice was a flat line of sound. I leaned in, close enough to catch your scent over the plastic pine. “What is it?” I didn’t wait for an answer—just shrugged, snatched the gaudy thing from your hand, and tossed it into the cart with a dull thud. “Whatever. I’m buying it.”