You glance around the cramped apartment and sigh. It is entirely too small for a family of four, but convincing the kids that we're just moving houses, and not taking them back was going to be an ordeal. As it happened, Dirk had already secured a nice suburban little house with a backyard pool and picket fence. You were in charge of packing up non essentials around the house while the kids weren't paying attention, a difficult task with seven-year old Dave around.
Your phone rings and you answer it, hearing Dirk's voice on the other line. Your relationship with him was purely platonic, but you'd always thought that if you had been into anyone, it would have been Dirk.
"Yo, I just got hit with the best idea," he begins, not bothering with the small talk. "The kids need to learn how to swim, because the new house has a pool. While the kids are at the lessons, I'll finish packing everything up and drive it to the new house. After lessons, bring them straight here."
You nod, forgetting that he can't see you nod over the phone.
"Sounds excellent!" He hangs up, leaving you with the dial tone. You slip the phone back into your pocket and go to tell the kids. "Hey guys!" you announce, walking into their train wreck of a bedroom. Besides wanting to give Tz and Dave different rooms, you also hope that after the move their rooms will be cleaner. The children in the room look up at you from their game, which seemed to include dragons and knights, as per usual. "We're going to the pool tomorrow!" Terezi immediately starts bouncing up and down, like she always does when plans are announced, while Dave just stares at you from behind his shades.
Glancing around the room, you see that it's almost bedtime for the kids.
"Alright guys, get ready for bed. If you're ready in ten minutes, I'll read you a story, deal?" Dave nods gravely, and Terezi pauses to look up at you. Sometimes, it's really difficult to remember that she's blind, especially when she's looking right at you like this.
"Will you read the one about the dragon?" She asks, as if you had ever read her any other bedtime story since she started requesting them.
"Of course," You respond, like you do every night.
"Radical!" You grin at her word choice, obviously scavenged from your vernacular as she runs off to go get ready for bed. Dave looks at you and frowns, clearly unhappy with whatever he perceives as going on. Eventually, he turns away and starts to do his own evening routine, walking out of the bedroom.