[ it's sheepish. dick shudders a bit at the feel of junpei pulling out, and he has a stupid moment where he kinda wants to ask to go again just to-- aaaaand nope that's enough out of drunk dick, he bats junpei's hand away from his string and pulls his shorts back up before finally getting off both junpei and the couch. he rolls off with his standard grace and then kinda looks like bambi when he stands up, wobbling before holding onto the couch.
wow. this was a really uncomfortable position and his everything hurts. note to self: just because you can do it does not mean you have to. he stares at his boot ]
Think the handle of the knife made a permanent print on my leg.
[Just. A deadeyed look. It's probably a good thing that Dick isn't asking for a round two because Junpei would probably say yes and that'd be bad for both. Dick wobbles a little and Junpei instinctively sits up just in case but Dick rights himself and Junpei's settling for rising to his feet. He's also stripping out of his shirt because, haha, thanks.]
Just the handle, huh? [DICK.] Come on, boots off. Where else do you think you're going? [He sounds a little amused but also, maybe don't?]
[ yeah he's still considering the idea of a round two but like, somewhere more comfortable, don't tempt him. he hums a bit at the request, though ]
I should help Grune clean up...
[ well, grune is sleeping in the pillow fort with hige so maybe not like, right now, then again. he hesitates but then he walks over to the bed so he can sit down and remove the boots.
he only had a single knife on him? be proud? no, wait. he's removing more and there it is a scalpel was in the other boot as well as his clamshell. how did he do this. there's not a scratch on him and now he is only wearing thigh highs and his debauched lingerie. this is helping ]
[He'll head over, and even though his boxers are pulled up he doesn't bother doing up his jeans since it's their room. Since Dick's sitting and removing his boots, he's just...giving him a once-over before attempting to push him over onto his back. He's definitely eyeing the thigh highs though, please kill him.]
[ he's normally kind of a brick wall to push over unless he lets himself be or if someone's actually actively trying, but. y'know, drunk, pliable, just fucked, he goes down so easy it's hard to tell if he let junpei or if he didn't expect it. there's a small noise of surprise. ]
... Later. [ he's agreeing, blinking up at junpei from where he's lying down now. ] Hi?
[....yeah he didn't. Think this through. So now he's just staring at Dick like he's trying to figure out what the fuck he was doing. He'll just sit on the floor next to the bed instead and let a hand play with the top of one of the thigh highs, not quite pulling it off.]
Hey. [Yeah. You're doing great, boys, good job.] You could always clean up tomorrow, you know.
Thinking. [Okay? But also he just. Lets the top snap back against Dick's leg, picking and pulling at it and apparently just letting himself think in circles. Cool.]
When you said that I guess I didn't think you meant this much. [But he stop snapping it after a moment and kind of just leans his forehead against the side of the bed.]
If you don't drink water before you fall asleep I'm kicking your ass. [Helpful.]
[But he gets up to go get the water. It's tap water but he was even nice and put some ice in it. As he returns, he settles for rolling his eyes.] I've beat up Carlos before. I could definitely take you.
[ JUST. MATTER OF FACT? he sits up to grab the water and sips at it, though. luckily for junpei dick decides to not ask what he was going to say about booty shorts, too busy leaning on junpei now that he's sitting on the bed. being up on his own is hard suffer bitch ]
I said I could, not that I would. Only beat up the bad guys.
[ anyway dick is tired of wearing garbage so he's just. while still leaning on junpei bringing one leg closer to take off a thigh high because god those get itchy after a while ]
Dunno. Guessed something to do with feelings and/or being honest about what you want. You pretty much confirmed it. [ dick flops back down fully, spreading his arms out ] You sure you weren't trained in the batcave?
[ dick has never even told junpei what a batcave is ]
...I'm pretty sure if I ever told him half the things on my mind, he'd either yell at me or ask me if I've lost my mind. Again. [Goodbye, Dick. He's sitting up here and looking down at him though.]
Don't know anything about a batcave, but it's like you said. I'm somehow always a little awkward. [He can make fun of himself...] But what's the batcave?
[Again, swerving from the fact Junpei should know DC.]
[Let's not talk about Carlos right now, yeah...instead he's listening for a minute because it's...weird to hear about but it makes sense.]
The superhero that found you when you were a kid, I'm guessing. [Whose name starts with a B. It's not. Hard. To guess it might be Batman if there's a Batgirl but it could be Birdman, who knows.] I thought you were Robin? How many of there were you...? Superheroes, I mean.
Hmhmm. Gave Robin away when I became Nightwing. [ though the question about superheroes makes dick squint a bit ] Uh. What, like, on Earth total? A lot. With access to the batcave? Four.
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[ it's sheepish. dick shudders a bit at the feel of junpei pulling out, and he has a stupid moment where he kinda wants to ask to go again just to-- aaaaand nope that's enough out of drunk dick, he bats junpei's hand away from his string and pulls his shorts back up before finally getting off both junpei and the couch. he rolls off with his standard grace and then kinda looks like bambi when he stands up, wobbling before holding onto the couch.
wow. this was a really uncomfortable position and his everything hurts. note to self: just because you can do it does not mean you have to. he stares at his boot ]
Think the handle of the knife made a permanent print on my leg.
[ AT LEAST IT'S ONLY THE HANDLE??? ]
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Just the handle, huh? [DICK.] Come on, boots off. Where else do you think you're going? [He sounds a little amused but also, maybe don't?]
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I should help Grune clean up...
[ well, grune is sleeping in the pillow fort with hige so maybe not like, right now, then again. he hesitates but then he walks over to the bed so he can sit down and remove the boots.
he only had a single knife on him? be proud? no, wait. he's removing more and there it is a scalpel was in the other boot as well as his clamshell. how did he do this. there's not a scratch on him and now he is only wearing thigh highs and his debauched lingerie. this is helping ]
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Later.
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... Later. [ he's agreeing, blinking up at junpei from where he's lying down now. ] Hi?
[ what was that about. bully. ]
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Hey. [Yeah. You're doing great, boys, good job.] You could always clean up tomorrow, you know.
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I guess... [ he. he has to ask. ] What are you doing down there?
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...you really went all out didn't you.
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Grune picked it. She wanted to match.
[ he says that like it's normal ]
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If you don't drink water before you fall asleep I'm kicking your ass. [Helpful.]
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[ the real reason he agreed? dick flops back down when junpei says to drink water ]
Like you could even if you wanted to. [ but, head tilted to the side-- not that junpei can even. see. ] Get me some?
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[But he gets up to go get the water. It's tap water but he was even nice and put some ice in it. As he returns, he settles for rolling his eyes.] I've beat up Carlos before. I could definitely take you.
[And he'll sit on the bed.] Come on. Sit up.
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[ JUST. MATTER OF FACT? he sits up to grab the water and sips at it, though. luckily for junpei dick decides to not ask what he was going to say about booty shorts, too busy leaning on junpei now that he's sitting on the bed. being up on his own is hard suffer bitch ]
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We can't be friends anymore if you do. I kinda like him too much to let just anyone beat him up. I get special privileges. [That's how C-Team works.]
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[ anyway dick is tired of wearing garbage so he's just. while still leaning on junpei bringing one leg closer to take off a thigh high because god those get itchy after a while ]
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But we could always use a few more good guys around anyway.
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What're you mad at him for?
[ it's distracted, really ]
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Doesn't matter, it's not exactly his fault anyway. It's mine. [He shakes his head.] Doesn't mean it isn't infuriating though.
[Emotions are like that sometimes.]
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Been there. [ he half-mindedly pats junpei's thigh in a kind of. "there there" motion. ] You gotta use your words.
[ dick has no actual idea what the fuck they're talking about. he is guessing. ]
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[Goodbye thigh highs. He stares at them on the floor for a moment.] ...what the hell do you think I'm talking about, exactly?
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[ dick has never even told junpei what a batcave is ]
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Don't know anything about a batcave, but it's like you said. I'm somehow always a little awkward. [He can make fun of himself...] But what's the batcave?
[Again, swerving from the fact Junpei should know DC.]
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[ huh. dick keeps that in mind, but doesn't press the subject of carlos. ]
Secret base. My... [ he gestures vaguely ] B's base of operations. It's where he trained us. Me, Batgirl, Robin...
[ dick is really not realizing that he's never told junpei SHIT about his mentor or that he, y'know, passed down his old name ]
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The superhero that found you when you were a kid, I'm guessing. [Whose name starts with a B. It's not. Hard. To guess it might be Batman if there's a Batgirl but it could be Birdman, who knows.] I thought you were Robin? How many of there were you...? Superheroes, I mean.
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