Dirk would have gone along with Dave to the airport, really he would have. But he'd been up working on the finishing touches of one of his newer models of robot and fallen asleep for a couple of hours on his work table, so he hadn't quite finished meticulously cleaning every inch of the apartment by the time the older Strider needed to leave. Dirk himself rarely drove, though he had his license (he was marginally more light-sensitive than Dave, since his glasses were more for his Auto Responder than they were for UV protection, so if he drove it was usually at night). And this worked out better, anyway-- he actually wasn't sure he was prepared for this encounter.
Meeting Roxy had been one thing. They'd sort of grown up together, in person and otherwise, given the weird familial-but-not ties they shared. Christmases with the Strider/Lalonde family were ...interesting. But Roxy was basically his sister anyway, so meeting her had been less confusing. Nevermind the fact that Jake was kind of the object of Dirk's poorly-contained boners since he was thirteen. That would definitely change a person's ability to properly handle a situation.
But, Striders were masters of poker faces. So when Jake burst through the door with his luggage Dirk had just set himself down at the kitchen table to wait for his brother's return with his charge, nursing a bottle of orange soda in the singlemost nonchalant way ever.
Which was to say, not really nonchalant at all.
He looked up before Jake was even in the apartment, in slight alarm because it sounded a bit like an elephant was making its way up the stairs to the third floor, and balked at him from behind his pointed communication glasses for a moment before he screwed the cap back on his soda and set it down to rise and meet the islander.
He supposed it wasn't terribly inaccurate to have assumed an elephant was coming up the stairs. Jesus Christ, Jake English was a monster of a human being.
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Date: 2013-03-08 01:27 pm (UTC)Meeting Roxy had been one thing. They'd sort of grown up together, in person and otherwise, given the weird familial-but-not ties they shared. Christmases with the Strider/Lalonde family were ...interesting. But Roxy was basically his sister anyway, so meeting her had been less confusing. Nevermind the fact that Jake was kind of the object of Dirk's poorly-contained boners since he was thirteen. That would definitely change a person's ability to properly handle a situation.
But, Striders were masters of poker faces. So when Jake burst through the door with his luggage Dirk had just set himself down at the kitchen table to wait for his brother's return with his charge, nursing a bottle of orange soda in the singlemost nonchalant way ever.
Which was to say, not really nonchalant at all.
He looked up before Jake was even in the apartment, in slight alarm because it sounded a bit like an elephant was making its way up the stairs to the third floor, and balked at him from behind his pointed communication glasses for a moment before he screwed the cap back on his soda and set it down to rise and meet the islander.
He supposed it wasn't terribly inaccurate to have assumed an elephant was coming up the stairs. Jesus Christ, Jake English was a monster of a human being.