O-talk-u: Dirk Strider X Reader

Wash Away the Shock

I WILL CONFESS TO HAVING NO IDEAS AT ALL FOR THIS STORY.

DAMMIT, BRAIN, Y U NO WORK?

Expect this chapter to be utter crap, unless I come up with a brilliant idea between now and the end of it.

Anyway, I have a lot of stories to update, and more people want me to update the Dave one, so those will be coming more frequently for the updates for this one. ;0; I'm sorry. Order of importance? I think that's what it's called.

And why is no one reading the AraSol one? ;_; Doesn't anyone ship that anymore?

*Exaggerated sigh*

Ah, the tragic life of Author-chan. Cough Cough. Lies lies.

[honestly I don't think anyone even reads my little rants above and below the story anymore]

[and for good reason]

[all I do these days is whine]

K. Imma let you people get to your story now.

[just in case you took the time to read this and aren't there already]

Ciao! :D

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Needless to say, she felt awful for confronting a mute person about their inability to speak. So, in the best effort she could manage, she tried to make it up to him. 

She spent a while at the library with Dirk and his little brother. They had a few snatches of conversation here and there, Dave translating his brother's signs for [F/n] and he reading her lips to hold up the conversation. She decided that she rather enjoyed the company of them both. Even if she had originally assumed that Dirk was an asshole.

He was funny, and the things he said through his brother held a lot of tongue-in-cheek humor that she didn't think the little boy caught. Which was good, because it was mostly vague mature jokes. Nothing too off-color, though; he kept it appropriate for a conversation with a woman he'd just met. 

He was smart, too. She was rather amazed at how well he could keep up a conversation with her, especially when she wasn't dumbing down her words like she usually did. He understood what she was saying exactly. She didn't have to repeat a word or rephrase anything. It made her felt a lot more comfortable, not having to censor or filter anything she wanted to say. He seemed to be just as at home talking to her.

It was almost seven o'clock when Mr. Conan told them that the library would be closing shortly, and they needed to wrap everything up. [F/n] realized that she hadn't even found a book to check out yet. So she said her goodbyes to them, and went to go find that book she'd had her eye on earlier. And only after she got there did she realize that she couldn't reach it. 

Damn.

When she made it back up to the front desk empty-handed, the brothers were still there. Dirk gestured at her lack of a novel and raised an eyebrow. She shrugged and lied, "Nothing interesting." 

Dirk smiled at her and handed her one of the books that he had yet to check out. It was something about samurai, their rich history and such. She took it from his hands gently, intrigued. She quickly scanned the back cover and decided it was something she would definitely read, if not only to understand Samurai Champloo a little better. She beamed at him. "Thank you."

Mr. Conan, the librarian, was smiling at her slyly. He looked almost like he knew something she did not. She grinned back at him, a confused look twisting the corner of her mouth and making him smile even wider. She chuckled to herself, disregarding the old man's smirk for the moment. Dirk turned to her and glanced at Dave, quickly signing something.