DICK;

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The superhero who brought you home is actually really rich, isn't he. [FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!!]

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[ dick nods. solemnly. ]

His superpower is money.

[ and then he cackles a bit because oh god batman would kill him for saying this ]

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[He just. Grabs whatever is closest to throw at him?! It's a slice of green pepper. Dick!!!! THE INSULT NOT THE NAME!!!]

Are you fucking kidding me right now. Of course you're rich. [He's not jealous but wow this suddenly puts. A handful of things into context.] Let me guess. That's why the Batcave could be built?

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[ he lets the pepper hit him but catches it afterwards to snack. hmm. delicious. though he shrugs afterwards, humming. ]

Yeah. Along with a bunch of other superhero hideouts. Not that he advertises it. [ he tilts his head ] Most people know as soon as I tell them my name.

[ the. rich thing, obviously. ]

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That obviously doesn't help me here, you know. [He's glaring a little but it's mostly because:] You could've said something sooner, like maybe back when I was complaining about paying for laundry?

[But he shrugs.] I'll try to live up to your expertise then, Master Grayson.

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[ he snorts ]

Like what? [ he puts on a fake posh accent ] Sorry, I can't relate to your poor people problems? [ back to normal: ] It's not like I don't know what a laundromat is.

[ he just. has never had to use it. but. ah. gross. ]

Hmmm... nope. It's not the same without the accent. Guess the Master thing can stay your weird kink.

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The Master thing is not a kink. I wouldn't let anybody else get away with it besides Tamamo, so don't even go there. [Mixing, cutting, and pouring some...hybrid of shit into the pan that Dick probably can't see. Simultaneously he's reaching over with a hand to pour a cup of coffee before mixing in cream and sugar and handing it over. Why does he reward Dick for being mean to him? Great question.]

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Good, 'cause you'd have to do a lot more than make me breakfast before I'd even consider entertaining that one.

[ he takes the cup with a soft thanks and purposefully brushing hands with junpei during the exchange. you cannot be soft after insulting and bullying him, grayson? ]

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[There's a grin because he's still counting that as a victory, and yeah sure he lets his hand linger a little before pulling back to pour his own coffee and work on the eggs.]

Do I wanna know what'd it take? You're kind of setting me up to ask.

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[ sips the coffee slowly and deliberately ]

Hmmm. How comfortable are you owing me a ridiculous amount of favors?

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You still owe me a favor from our last game, asshole. Or did you forget? [Just saying. Junpei Tenmyouji, the height of romance, calling his boyfriend an asshole to his face.]

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[ what a heartthrob. dick's laughing because he has terrible taste ]

Are you planning to cash it in for that? That's not gonna help your kink denial.

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I know I told you I'd give you my kink list someday but now I'm seriously reconsidering it. [This time he throws a mushroom. ] Anyway no. I'm still saving that one for something else.

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Promise I won't kinkshame your real kinks. Scout's honor.

[ dick has never been in the boy scouts in his life. anyway he catches the mushroom but doesn't eat it because raw mushrooms are bad, source: me ]

And what exactly is that something else?

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[He rolls his eyes because no, Dick gets to never know about his real kinks now. Instead, he's flipping eggs and looking at the pan.]

Dunno yet. Is there an expiration date on that favor?

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[ saturday looms over them for a second as dick hums. ]

Nope. No expiration date. I'll just live with the anticipation.

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Okay. [Saturday is looming, something's wrong with Carlos, the ship is too quiet and a weird sense of paranoia's trying to suffocate him but he's not letting it. Instead, he flashes Dick another grin before there's a flick of his wrist and a perfectly cooked omelette pops out of the pan and onto a plate. He'll set it on the counter next to Dick before he works on a second one.]

I want to make sure I'm not wasting it.

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[ dick gives a low, impressed whistle, though he doesn't start to eat it just yet, clearly waiting on junpei to finish cooking his own. a bitch wants to breakky with his temp bf maybe ]

What, you regret how you used the other one? [ it's teasing, ]

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[This bitch is allowed because the other bitch is busy...not even trying to make his omelette presentable. Apparently he can put in the effort when he wants to but he doesn't care as much with his own.]

Of course not. [He knows Dick's joking but he may as well answer anyway.] But if it's the only favor I have I'm going to make it count, obviously.

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[ dick's enjoying watching him cook anyway!! even if he has stopped caring about presentation which is a Mood. he does poke at his own omelette to at least like. cut a piece to see how it looks inside. god now i want an omelette ]

Thought you said you were going to beat me at poker? Sounds like someone doesn't have faith in his own skills.

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Did I say we were playing for favors? [Innocently. What else would you play for, idiots. The omelette is actually cooked very well and proportionate with veggies cheese and some form of breakfast meat? How he did all of this without really making a mess we don't know, but it also smells delicious. He has mastered eggs and...not much else.]

...but fine, I'm not as great at poker. Most of my gambling stints went to horse races and sometimes slots.

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[ dick is distracted from this perfect omelette by-- ]

Horse races? You're kidding, right?

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No, not really. [Egg-flipping.] Just...sometimes to destress. $100 here, $100 there...some odds were better than others.

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[ ah. hm. dick takes a bite of his omelette before it gets cold. ]

Think that's more or less reckless than letting off some steam by beating up criminals and jumping off high buildings?

[ it's light. Coping Is Hard ]

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[Enjoy your delicious eggs, I also want an omelette now why did we do this. Anyway. There's a shrug.]

More if I'm directly comparing to you. I've still gotta pay my rent. [A half-smile.] ...but sometimes you decide to change things up from wandering the streets at night and drinking alone in bars. It happens. [And a perfect eggflip and there's his omelette. Give him a second to pour his own coffee and grab his plate.]

...wanna head to the deck? [Sunlight. And privacy at this point in the day.]