n/a
he/him
22
July 24
Wyndon
???
ace trainer...?
civilian
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
TAG WITH @dirk
dirk summers
"That’s totally fine. I’ll eat later." He ended up leaving empty-handed, following Josh towards what looked like the gym proper. He was then led into an office, slightly embarrassed at being underdressed at the time. The elevator ride was slow, giving him time to fold his arms, leaning on the railing and mull over his answer. He rolled to one side for a second, revealing SUMMERS and a big 2 on the back, before resting his back against the elevator again. "Dirk Summers. I played volleyball in college, they let me keep my kit. I live in Dewford, doing that, surfing too.".
He attempted to use his body language to take up more space, command more attention. Dirk sat down, angling his office chair to be at the middle of the desk. He sat up straight with his shoulders back, hands raised and steepling his fingers before his mouth. He thought for a second, nodding and glancing aside. He noted the figurines and such, and felt a connection right away. Another obsessive, with a desire for adventure. His own room was littered with band tees, framed band tees, an acoustic guitar, a surfboard, and a single clauncher plushie on his desk. "Gym trainer. Now I understand your gym is… different. I’ve had incredible luck with picking up strays and raising them. I’ll find something to fit the motif, and the unique thing you offer challengers."
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