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i don't watch the news.
i have ways of finding out
when did the news show up?
i have ways of finding out
when did the news show up?
Right, your costume friends.
About 10 mins too early if you ask me.uniforms not costumes.
they're not there to look pretty.
they're not there to look pretty.
fine they can be both
if that's how you wanna see them
i can't stop you
if that's how you wanna see them
i can't stop you
But it’s a uniform, like in the service, for you?i equate them to the uniforms i wore in the military yeah
they're functional.
we didn't just wear them for halloween and shit
they're functional.
we didn't just wear them for halloween and shit
Neither do we. Plenty of them are bullet proof, or magic proof. I guess costume is just what we toss around, from the beginning, and it stuck.i think it just sounds like halloween to me.
Fair enough. I’m not the biggest fan of the holiday myself.i don't hate it but you're not gonna find me dressing up. especially when everything is slutty or sexy these days.
You saying the blue pinstripes are slutty?? Mr. Barnes!Edited 2025-07-12 18:01 (UTC)
[it takes a couple of minutes to answer the door, but there Dick is in all his rumpled, pj'd glory-- there's the enticing smell of semi-burning eggos wafting in from the background]
Hey. Thanks for coming, Faith.
Hey. Thanks for coming, Faith.
Hey. [Faith gives him a small smile as she slips through the door, clad in the same clothes she'd had on last night. A wrinkled tank top and practically painted-on jeans.] Might not be the only one coming if you play your cards right. Again.
[Look. She can't help it. Faith feels a tension building in her for coming back to the 'scene of the crime', so to speak, and is trying to play it off. And the PJs might be working for her, too. Or maybe it's just him.]
[Look. She can't help it. Faith feels a tension building in her for coming back to the 'scene of the crime', so to speak, and is trying to play it off. And the PJs might be working for her, too. Or maybe it's just him.]
[and certainly seeing her in the get-up from last night doesn't bring back any titillating memories or anything. the rumpled look looks good on her, as anything does.
so that's why she gets the snort, the playful roll of his eyes. Dick gestures towards the modest kitchen, and the plates he's already laid out.]
Like a slayer with a bone. Or a stake. Why don't you get your energy up before you make any promises?
so that's why she gets the snort, the playful roll of his eyes. Dick gestures towards the modest kitchen, and the plates he's already laid out.]
Like a slayer with a bone. Or a stake. Why don't you get your energy up before you make any promises?
i'm saying this world makes anything slutty.
I'll give you that. Trying to think of a costume that isn't already considered slutty....coming up with not much.Yeah, top shelf of the fridge.
[he's already got the jug of milk on the table, because he's a freak who can drink a full glass of it with his meals, even dinner sometimes lord help him. he's there when the toaster pops, two hot fresh Eggos plated, two more slotted in]
[he's already got the jug of milk on the table, because he's a freak who can drink a full glass of it with his meals, even dinner sometimes lord help him. he's there when the toaster pops, two hot fresh Eggos plated, two more slotted in]
which is why i just stay inside and hand out candy
or i pretend i'm not there.
or i pretend i'm not there.
Seeing the kids is the best part! It can be overwhelming, though, yeah.Great, thanks.
[Faith pops open his fridge, perusing it before snatching the jug at the top shelf, helping herself to the cabinet for a glass, to bring both over to the table and plopping down in a chair to pour.]
Got a busy day today? [The awkward returns, since she so rarely has to navigate small talk the morning after.]
[Faith pops open his fridge, perusing it before snatching the jug at the top shelf, helping herself to the cabinet for a glass, to bring both over to the table and plopping down in a chair to pour.]
Got a busy day today? [The awkward returns, since she so rarely has to navigate small talk the morning after.]
[if Dick feels any of the same awkwardness, he doesn't let it come to fruition; he's content to wink at her from across the table while stuffing his face]
Depends on how this breakfast goes. But no, just tinkering on some stuff. How about you? I know most of your work's done at night, too.
Depends on how this breakfast goes. But no, just tinkering on some stuff. How about you? I know most of your work's done at night, too.
i run out of candy quickly. i guess i maybe give them too much at a time.
Just don’t give them apples or you’ll be in for a rude surprise.
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