[It's definitely a good distraction because it means his hands are busy and he isn't forced to think about the inevitable. He's not really ready to tell Dick anything even if there's still some tension in his shoulders, but the look on his face is relaxed enough while he's working.]
Aren't superheroes supposed to be kind of famous or whatever? Surprised you don't have people waiting on you hand and foot because they're grateful for your service or something. [Breakfast making is a go which means he's cracking eggs into a bowl, mixing some stuff in, letting a pan heat up, adding some milk, etc. There's...probably a process here.]
Most of them except you who act as Nightwing full time. I know, I got it. [The way he says it seems to imply he doesn't mind actually. Except, like, he raises an eyebrow and almost breaks the shell into the bowl. Excuse?]
[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?
[ 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.
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.
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.
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.]
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? ]
[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.
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.]
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.
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.]
[ 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, ]
[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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Aren't superheroes supposed to be kind of famous or whatever? Surprised you don't have people waiting on you hand and foot because they're grateful for your service or something. [Breakfast making is a go which means he's cracking eggs into a bowl, mixing some stuff in, letting a pan heat up, adding some milk, etc. There's...probably a process here.]
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[ dick hums in thought as he watches junpei work, and he specifically on purpose waits for when he's breaking an egg to go-- ]
Though I did have a butler growing up.
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A butler. Like...the kind that answer doors?
[What the fuck else do butlers do.]
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Well, if he heard you reduce his job to that, he wouldn't like it, but... yeah. He does answer the door. As butlers do. He's also British.
[ it sounds like SUCH a shitpost ]
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[ he looks so amused as he's waiting for junpei to connect the dots ]
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The superhero who brought you home is actually really rich, isn't he. [FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!!]
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His superpower is money.
[ and then he cackles a bit because oh god batman would kill him for saying this ]
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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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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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[But he shrugs.] I'll try to live up to your expertise then, Master Grayson.
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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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[ 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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Do I wanna know what'd it take? You're kind of setting me up to ask.
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Hmmm. How comfortable are you owing me a ridiculous amount of favors?
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Are you planning to cash it in for that? That's not gonna help your kink denial.
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[ 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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Dunno yet. Is there an expiration date on that favor?
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Nope. No expiration date. I'll just live with the anticipation.
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I want to make sure I'm not wasting it.
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What, you regret how you used the other one? [ it's teasing, ]
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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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