[Dirk stands in the doorway, his own less-tattered Cal draped over his shoulder and his shitty unbreakable sword clutched in one hand. He has to look up a few inches to meet Bro's eyes, but he's got plenty of growing to do, and as it stands he's not short by most peoples' standards. It's strange, seeing himself broader, older, wearing an actual hat instead of ironically donning a picture of one. And what happened to Cal? Well, at least his bro was a universal constant. Cal is the shit.]

Hey.

[He stands there, silent but for the shaded eye contact, for a few moments. Not every day you get to meet an alternate universe version of yourself.

Of course, for a first meeting of Striders, there's definitely something missing. The shadow of a smirk passes Dirk's lips as he draws his katana to strike out at Bro, as is the customary Strider greeting. Bro's got brawn and probably speed going for him, as well as experience, but he'd like to see just what sort of skills a softer life has left his incarnation with.]