The Official Dirk Strider Welcoming Committee had been waiting on the balls of his feet for a good half hour now, bouncing and rocking with anticipation. Also tugging on his shirt collar which was a nervous tic that had already ruined a good number of shirts and definitely was threatening to ruin this one as well. He wondered briefly if he should change shirts but that would risk not being present when the plane landed and the last thing he wanted was to miss seeing Strider stepping solidly onto his humble island home.

He supposed it was normal to be a little antsy: it had been a little while since he'd seen someone alive and in person and after all this was his best pal in the world. And he'd never seen him without a pesky screen separating them. A couple of nerves were to be expected in such a situation, he thought. From the moment he caught sight of the plane, they were mostly drowned out by excitement anyway. Very manageable from that point on.

He hadn't even consciously thought about moving until he realized he had already taken off at a sprint towards the plane and the person stepping off of it, bellowing at the top of his lungs.

"Dirk!!"