heartsplintered | Second Splinter ♡ Text|Action ♡ Backdate▶Dec01

[To anyone so inclined to come looking for him, Dirk's been out of the house most of the day just wandering, climbing shit, hanging out in trees, exploring. He's had Diva with him most of the day as well, and is currently sitting out on the lawn of Casa de Eglonde with him, leaning against the Ponyta's side because he's either an idiot or entirely dead set on getting frostbite, since he left his louder-than-a-traffic-cone jacket inside. His Wingull, as per usual, is perched in his hair, still wearing his silly little scarf. He stays there for a long handful of minutes before he pulls out his gear.]

I don't guess either of the pertinent birthday kids are here today, are they?
Well shit.
Happy Birthday to them anyway. Jake would have fuckin' loved it here.

[He fidgets for a while, and then presses a few keys to filter some messages.]

[Private to Kirigiri Kyouko]

Yo. Sorry to bug you, but while you're around, you got a minute?

[Private to Dave Strider]

I think we need a hot chocolate date or something. Or I at least need to be taught this culinary masterpiece so I can make some for my frozen-ass self.

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It's just an understanding of human nature.

[She keeps her eyes on the horizon, even though she knows he's looking.]

To recognize why people do things...establishing a motive is a fundamental part of any crime, isn't it?

[Another blink.]

...Right, detective things. You have a real boner for that kind of stuff, don't you? Ever read Sherlock Holmes?

[Oh, please. Isn't that what everyone always asks?]

Of course I have.

[He puts his hands up submissively.]

Making sure! You're Japanese, aren't you? They may not have been as easily accessible.

I lived overseas for awhile.

[But it does get a faint smile out of her anyway — one of the "so slight it's barely there" variety.]

Even so, my spoken English still isn't very good, but I can read it.

Oh? Where at?

[Shrugs.]

Understandable. The pronunciation is... completely different. And verbs. Oh God, how do the Japanese even verbs. [Dirk you are being a huge fucking loser right now.]

It's not as though we're an alien species.

[There's something like an implied tsk in her tone as she chides him, but it's gentle — it's not hard to pick up on the fact that he's fanboying a little bit, and she's mostly going to allow it.]

We moved around. I think we spent time in England for a while, and maybe some parts of mainland Europe? I...

[She almost says "remember", but catches herself.]

I know that's where I learned English.

Oh, shit-- no I didn't mean that. I'm-- [A slight huff, and he smooths a hand over the back of his neck.] I spent a frankly preposterous amount of time alone as a kid and sorta got into a lot of Japanese stuff. Culture, language, music, anime, you know. The typical weeaboo bullshit.

[He squints a little at her, not sure what to make of her trailing off, but he gently bumps his shoulder into hers.] Well you're pretty fuckin' rad at it.

...Ah. You haven't been told about the translator yet.

[She cocks her head slightly, not quite motioning.]

I'm speaking Japanese. That you can understand it...that's a consequence of the world, not my effort.

[Blinks.]

...That's. Actually really fucking cool.

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