[Dirk almost opens his mouth to ask. Then he decides: no. He doesn't want to get involved in time bullshit. Dirk Splinters are more than enough. There is no need to go deep into loops of Daves.
The droid vocalizes something might have been a gasp.] It's MINE!? Gee whiz!
[No. Dirk puts a hand over the speaker.] Don't go Jake English on me, Wiz. You're a Strider now.
[On the subject of Striders, however, there is Dave's kind offer. There's a moment where Dirk's inscrutable glasses look on Dave.
Dave. Dave painting one of his robots. The artistic genius that is Dave, painting one of Dirk's own works, in his colours. Okay, sure, Dave isn't that artistic genius yet, and maybe he never will be, but he has that potential in him, and yes Dirk doesn't idolize this Dave because this Dave is a real person, not an ideal that got Dirk through a shitty childhood but—]
I'd be goddamned fucking honored to have you paint one of my bots.
[—but it comes blurting out anyway. Immediately, Dirk looks away.
He might even be wincing behind those opaque shades.] Er. I'm sorry if that came across as strange or off-putting. Fuck, I can call Rose my little girl or something equally embarrassing if you want to forget I said that.
[He's making it worse. Fuck. He is terrible. Now Dave is going to think he's projecting this other version of him all over him even though he doesn't mean it like that. And he and Dave were really getting along nicely, and all the weirdness was just hilarious stuff about the Lalondes. He is the escalator of awkwardness in this family. It is him.]
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The droid vocalizes something might have been a gasp.] It's MINE!? Gee whiz!
[No. Dirk puts a hand over the speaker.] Don't go Jake English on me, Wiz. You're a Strider now.
[On the subject of Striders, however, there is Dave's kind offer. There's a moment where Dirk's inscrutable glasses look on Dave.
Dave. Dave painting one of his robots. The artistic genius that is Dave, painting one of Dirk's own works, in his colours. Okay, sure, Dave isn't that artistic genius yet, and maybe he never will be, but he has that potential in him, and yes Dirk doesn't idolize this Dave because this Dave is a real person, not an ideal that got Dirk through a shitty childhood but—]
I'd be goddamned fucking honored to have you paint one of my bots.
[—but it comes blurting out anyway. Immediately, Dirk looks away.
He might even be wincing behind those opaque shades.] Er. I'm sorry if that came across as strange or off-putting. Fuck, I can call Rose my little girl or something equally embarrassing if you want to forget I said that.
[He's making it worse. Fuck. He is terrible. Now Dave is going to think he's projecting this other version of him all over him even though he doesn't mean it like that. And he and Dave were really getting along nicely, and all the weirdness was just hilarious stuff about the Lalondes. He is the escalator of awkwardness in this family. It is him.]