younghul

/ I DIDNT. DIE (I did)  cb  and  spec…finally  replying

lacrymosas

/   wb!!  &  anything
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VENGCENT

Damian,  breathe.

younghul

@VENGCENT   ║▌   [  EYES  DART  UPWARDS.  damian’s  heart  practically  leaps  out  his  chest,  panting  as  his  nose  flared  with  every  breath  he  took.   seeming  almost  disoriented  and  frenzy.  it  was  bruce.  batman.  his  dad.  he  reluctantly  puts  down  his  sword,  unsure  of  how  to  feel.  his  breath  hitched,  tossing  his  sword  away  carelessly.  the  younger  straightened  up  stiffly,  now  too  ashamed  to  meet  bruce’s  gaze.  ]
            
            
            father.  [  …  ]  i’m  sorry  you  had  to  see  me  like  this.  i  will  keep  my  composure  next  time,  get  my  act  together.   i  didn’t  mean  to  be  so..   out  of  it.  
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VENGCENT

It’s only me.
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stolenvolts

will  you  take  the  mask  off?   no  one’s  gonna  see  us.

stolenvolts

don't  worry  about  it.   (   michael  breathes  out  a  sigh,   slightly  shaky,   his  cheek  growing  redder  by  the  second,   his  freckles  almost  appearing  pink.   though,   luckily  not  very  noticeable  due  to  the  lack  of  light.   )   i..   uh..   i  missed  you  too..   i  know  i  said  a  week,   but  the  job  took  longer  than  expected.   (   his  hands  found  their  way  to  his  face,   as  he  attempted  to  rub  away  the  growing  flush  upon  his  skin.   he  felt  the  need  to  make  up  for  lost  time  with  the  other,   even  if  the  two  of  them  had  kept  in  contact  while  he  was  away.   )   it  was  fine  but..   we  should  do  something  this  weekend.   maybe  the  waterpark  or  the  zoo—or  something.   i  don’t  care  what  we  do,   as  long  i’m  with  you.   (   he  moves  awkwardly  on  the  picnic  blanket,   taking  a  deliberate  sip  from  his  soda  in  a  failed  attempt  to  appear  nonchalant.   )
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younghul

@stolenvolts   ║▌ ..i’m  sorry.  im  not  quite  used  to..  this.  [  he  holds  his  hands  out  as  if  that  would  be  suffice  for  an  explanation,  the  tip  of  his  ears  tinted  pink  from  embarrassment.  damian  quickly  slips  off  his  mask,   anxiously  tapping  his  fingers  together.  he  didn’t  know  why  he  was  so  nervous.  he  usually  had  his  feelings  under  control.  it  was  something  about  them  meeting  like  this  after  patrolling  with  their  mentors  that  made  damian  anxious—  not  that  he  knew  why.  it  wasn’t  like  they  were  doing  anything  w͟r͟o͟n͟g͟.  ]
            
            how..   was  your  day?   my  father  kept  trying  to  teach  me  this  stupid  move  before  deciding  we  should  just  go  on  patrol.  quite  the  long  day.  and  my  brothers  were  behaving  like  utter  idiots,   but  that’s  nothing  new.  [  …  ]  i  missed  your  company  today. 
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stolenvolts

you  seriously  aren’t  going  to  dress  up  for  spirit  week?

stolenvolts

it's  not  stupid!   it's  fun!   ..   today’s  pajamas,   tomorrow  is  culture  day,   but  wednesday  is  'hero  day’—i  can  even  wear  a  robin  shirt  for  you.   thursday  is  'duo  day,'   and  friday  is  to  just  wear  the  school  colors.   it's  not  so  bad..   do  you  just  hate  fun?
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younghul

@stolenvolts  ║▌  no.  it’s  stupid.  besides,  what  would  i  wear?  it’s  just  some  childish  tradition  this  school  carries  on  for  some  reason.   why,  will  you?
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stolenvolts

we  should  get  matching  outfits  for  school  tomorrow.   it  would  be  cute.

stolenvolts

(   he  cast  a  curious  glance  at  the  other  boy's  outfit,   comparing  it  to  his  own,   and  then  back  at  the  other  with  furrowed  brows.   their  styles  were  very  different.   )   honestly..   i  don’t  know..   (   he  paused  to  stuff  some  papers  into  his  bag  carelessly.   )   wanna  walk  downtown—we  can  get  some  clothes  there?  i  have  some  spare  cash.  i  can  pay  for  you  too.   it  might  be  fun.
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younghul

@stolenvolts   ║▌ matching  outfits…   i  suppose  we  can.  what  do  you  have  in  mind?  it  better  not  be  something  silly  though..   [   he  hums  and  rubs  the  back  of  his  neck,  only  to  start  packing  his  school  bag  not  long  after.  the  dismissal  bell had  just  rang  and  the  school  day  ended,   and  damian  was  ready  to  rush  home  and  sleep—  he  couldnt  rest  well  the  previous  night.   ]  
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stolenvolts

can  you  at  least  try  to  win  the  dragon  for  me?   please!   i’m  not  good  at  these  games.

stolenvolts

(   he  rolls  his  eyes,   and  then  turns  his  attention  to  the  other,   carefully  working  to  retrieve  the  stuffed  dragon  from  inside  the  machine.   when  the  claw  finally  grabs  ahold  the  dragon  and  drops  it  in  the  prize  hole,   his  face  breaks  out  into  a  grin,   the  colorful  glow  of  the  arcade  lights  reflecting  in  his  eyes.   he  squats  down  and  picks  up  the  stuffed  animal,   eyeing  it  for  a  moment  before  looking  at  the  other.  he  is  aware  that  damian  asked  him  not  to  thank  him,   but  wants  to  anyway.   he  hesitates  for  a  moment  before  stepping  forward  and  wrapping  his  arms  around  the  other  boy,   pulling  him  in  for  a  (somewhat  awkward)  hug.   )   thank  you!!    ..but,   um,   do  we  still  have  more  tickets?   actually—what’s  the  time?   we  might  have  to  leave  soon.   your  dad  said  5pm,   right?
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younghul

@stolenvolts   ║▌  [   damian  couldn’t  fight  off  the  smile  growing,  chuckling  quietly  to  himself.  ]   alright  alright,  i’ll  win  it  for  you—  stop  whining.
            
            [  as  he  bit  the  inside  of  his  cheek  and  furrowed  his  brows,  damian  paid  careful  attention  to  what  he  was  doing.  this  was  no  easy  feat.  he  knew  that  this  machine  was  built  for  the  sole  reason  of  tricking  them,  to  give  them  hope  only  to  tear  it  down.  …  those  damn  claw  machines.  the  ravenette  bit  the  corner  of  his  lip  hard  enough  to  draw  the  slightest  bit  of  blood  before  letting  out  a  triumphant  huff,  the  little  plushie  secured.  ]   there,   no  need  to  thank  me.  
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