Dirk's grateful for the fact that Dave doesn't seem to catch on to the fact that he's nervous as all hell, or at least is cool enough not to point it out. Though at the same time it feels all hells kinds of awkward and he's not sure how to feel about it. He'd wanted more than anything to see his bro, that's why he agreed to play the damned game in the first place. But there's that bit of doubt in his mind that wonders if the excitement is a one way strip. Of course the younger Dave was just as nervous as him, cause unlike Dirk, he was actually raised by his bro so had some sort of a comparison to make. But his Dave managed to get through life just fine without him-and this train of thought is fucking stupid and will cause him nothing but trouble, so he stops it right the fuck there.

"You get used to it after a while, if it doesn't drive you up the fucking wall first." Because god knows Dirk has enough experiences with other hims running around and making shit even more complicated.

"It's magic, nothing else to say about it. You can write or draw in it and whatever you put on the page will appear in everyone else's journal, or you can speak to it and it'll record down what you say so everyone else can hear it." They have a moment, so Dirk pulls out his own journal and steps just a bit closer to show him what he means, flipping through a few of the old entries.

There's the sound of something heavy landing behind him, and Dirk doesn't even bother looking up. He knows it's Sawtooth, the seven foot bot figuring his recon would be put to best use near the kid since he's distracted as all fuck. Can't have any Navy sneaking up and ruining shit.