consider: you could have responded with "yeah i'm hungry" instead of digging your heels in like i'm trying to poison you he's a good cook, come eat something before you die of avoiding-bugs-forever starvation
[ it's a cute picture. strong 'fuck you' vibes. five out of ten, needs work on framing the subject. time to let the older jason teach you how to take a selfie.
but also: have her address. it's an obnoxiously bougie apartment building with a full-time staff, including a very nice doorman named sam. ]
[ no promise on being nice to sam-- but of course, he'll be nice to sam. he would never be mean to alfred, after all. just randos on the street. not people trying to make an honest living.
it takes him about an hour-- and he will be pointedly ignoring every single window he can.
[ by the time 'dinner time' rolls around, the curtains in front of daisy's floor-to-ceiling windows have been shut, leaving the room with the pretty colors of sunset but not the unfortunate blinding effect of having a sinking sun shine directly into anyone's eyes.
being that this is the future and daisy's apartment building is not cheap, the door opens automatically upon his arrival. he's already been coded as 'expected guest', so the building does the rest. when the chime of someone walking into the door sounds through daisy's implant, she peeks out of the kitchen, a piece of something grabbed out of the skillet still on the stove halfway to her mouth when she greets him. ]
Look at you, you made it. [ she's an asshole. ] Sit wherever you want, shouldn't be long now.
( hulking russian man is nearly done and, after a few minutes to finish, comes out with a plate of steaks, potaties, and vegetables. he eyes jason as he does but says nothing, settling the food on the coffee table before going back to get them their drinks.
jason gets milk.
he also brings out the plates, silverware, and napkins before gesturing towards the food. )
Way to frame it in the worst way possible, Daisy. Thanks.
[ though every time she calls him Bobby, he wants to correct her. but kyna was right-- what's the point in having an alias, if you immediately give it away.
and so far? no one had seemed to connect him to the other Jason Todd. so he lets it slide. ]
I want to go to the fight club, not just see this guy beat someone to a bloody pulp.
That's just a bonus.
[ the food... is okay. it's not alfred, but it's good, if he's being forced to eat. ]
Do you have any experience when it comes to fighting?
( it's not his decision whether jason fights or not but he would rather not see someone incredibly inexperienced step into the ring and get themselves hurt. )
The people that fight are very experienced and unwilling to take it easy on someone new.
[ daisy is mostly content to eat her dinner and people-watch, because this is less her conversation and more facilitating one between two people who will be doing the fighting, but occasionally she pipes up with a thought. ]
And if you wind up in a fight with another Displaced, probably best to try not to touch them anywhere on skin. Unless you're wearing gloves, I guess.
[ the glow between them would give them away just as easily. ]
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don't tell me the cost of going to the fight club
is getting dinner or some shit
come onnnnnn
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and it starts after dinner
so come have dinner, and then we can go
[ aggressively moms him, it's fine ]
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he's a good cook, come eat something before you die of avoiding-bugs-forever starvation
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but fine. you win.
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next time don't let your pride get in the way of a free meal
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fine. next time i won't do that.
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but also: have her address. it's an obnoxiously bougie apartment building with a full-time staff, including a very nice doorman named sam. ]
be nice to sam when you come in.
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[ no promise on being nice to sam-- but of course, he'll be nice to sam. he would never be mean to alfred, after all. just randos on the street. not people trying to make an honest living.
it takes him about an hour-- and he will be pointedly ignoring every single window he can.
knock knock. ]
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being that this is the future and daisy's apartment building is not cheap, the door opens automatically upon his arrival. he's already been coded as 'expected guest', so the building does the rest. when the chime of someone walking into the door sounds through daisy's implant, she peeks out of the kitchen, a piece of something grabbed out of the skillet still on the stove halfway to her mouth when she greets him. ]
Look at you, you made it. [ she's an asshole. ] Sit wherever you want, shouldn't be long now.
[ hulking russian man is nearly done. ]
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jason gets milk.
he also brings out the plates, silverware, and napkins before gesturing towards the food. )
Go ahead.
( he takes a seat next to daisy. )
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Seriously?
[ he's looking at all the food, and there's a thought that crosses his mind. how many people think he's not eating?
how many people think he needs to eat? ]
How come there's milk and no fucking hamburgers?
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( but also, steak was better. )
And yes, milk. Get a plate and serve yourself. Take as much as you'd like.
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[ god, was milk a luxury like that? he just stares at that, and then the food.
he wasn't kidding about not being hungry, but he can play the game for what he really wants, even if family dinners feel... weird. ]
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[ not that it mattered? the point was, milk had calcium, and baby bobby was small. if he wanted to fight, his bones needed to be strong.
plus, it was kind of funny to see his face contort in frustration. ]
Bobby wants to watch you beat a man into a bloody pulp tonight, [ said as if discussing the weather. ]
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( illya reaches for his own plate so he can get his own dinner before sitting back and glancing over. )
Why?
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[ though every time she calls him Bobby, he wants to correct her. but kyna was right-- what's the point in having an alias, if you immediately give it away.
and so far? no one had seemed to connect him to the other Jason Todd. so he lets it slide. ]
I want to go to the fight club, not just see this guy beat someone to a bloody pulp.
That's just a bonus.
[ the food... is okay. it's not alfred, but it's good, if he's being forced to eat. ]
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( it's not his decision whether jason fights or not but he would rather not see someone incredibly inexperienced step into the ring and get themselves hurt. )
The people that fight are very experienced and unwilling to take it easy on someone new.
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[ he's small, but he's been in quite a few scuffles. the bruises from his last one were only just faded, actually. ]
I got training back home, actually.
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( it is something. )
You cannot use weapons or your abilities while in the ring. They'll give you away and you do not want to be pinpointed as a Displaced.
( he doesn't really like that word but it differentiates well enough. )
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And if you wind up in a fight with another Displaced, probably best to try not to touch them anywhere on skin. Unless you're wearing gloves, I guess.
[ the glow between them would give them away just as easily. ]
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[ he motions at the both of them ]
Stop acting like concerned parents. It's weird.
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That's the second time someone's accused me of trying to mom them lately. Do you think they're trying to imply something?
[ getting married was one thing!!! ]
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