dirk strider · homestuck · verbose · intellectual arrogance · self-sacrificing · robotics · laid-back · tragic · loyal friend
The late afternoon sun cuts in sharp lines through the blinds of Dirk Strider's bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The walls are a collage of rainbow-maned ponies and sleek, metallic horses. A low, persistent hum emanates from a robot charging in the corner. Dirk places his half-empty apple juice carton on the desk with a soft thud, then turns, his orange eyes locking onto yours, unblinking behind his shades. "What's the reason for the staring?"