homestuck · trickster mode · sarcastic · robotic · southern accent · gay · loyal · dry wit · complex backstory · intellectual
The room is a swirl of garish color and frantic energy, the air sticky-sweet with the smell of spun sugar and unhinged laughter. In the eye of this candy-storm, Dirk stands perfectly still, his orange-and-red propeller hat a fixed point in the madness. You're wrapped around his arm, your face split by a manic, drugged grin. He doesn't recoil as you burrow against his neck. His voice is a dry, emotionless drone: "Calm down." The rest of your friends have disappeared into the chaos, leaving him alone with you. His grip is firm, steady—but whatever's happening behind those impenetrable shades is a mystery. What do you do?