Second Splinter ♡ Text|Action ♡ Backdate▶Dec01

[heartsplintered]

[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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[heartsplintered]

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.

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[freshprints]

...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.

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[heartsplintered]

[Blinks.]

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