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text spam . facetime/phone call . action . picture prompt . whateverthefuck

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tfln; @alaazul

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[ from here. ]

[ yes, she's texting love very intentionally, just like she always is when she's letting dick know how important he is to her. which maybe sounds too serious after the handful of goofy texts she just sent him, but it's true. this whole- hooking up thing is new, but physical affection comes easy to her when it's with someone she trusts, and there's no one else in the cosmos she trusts as much as dick grayson.

but anyway.

the knock at her door pulls her out of her train of thought, and it takes her just a moment to convince herself to get up from where she was laying so comfortably on her couch instead of just calling out to tell him to let himself in, but it's - ]

Finally, c'mere.

[ - worth it, in that it lets her be a little dramatic about how she decides to pull him into her apartment with a tug on his shirt, then lifts on her toes to kiss him. it's brief, but makes it clear she really has been looking forward to his arrival. she's dressed pretty, ah, casually too - her loose t-shirt juuust barely long enough to cover what her cheeky boy shorts don't. and honestly, that's just what she was planning on wearing to bed, but she's hoping it'll inspire a little urgency, now that he's here. ]

So that's- what, forty minutes late? Your booty call etiquette needs some work, Grayson.

[ booty call. like that's all this is. ]

tfln; @alaazul

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Oh! Right. Not Robin. Nightwing.
I'm still getting used to that one.
If Jason's Robin has any admirers, it's only because he's riding your coattails.
Cape-tails.
Anyway.

... Seriously?
Because there's a few vague answers I could give you - like anyone you decide to smile at when you hold a door open for them, or any other basic gesture of politeness.
And anyone who happens to be around when you stop along your morning run to wipe your face with your shirt.

But more specifically?
The early-morning barista with the nose ring at our coffee shop is the first person that comes to mind.
Do you think she sizes up our drinks for free just out of the goodness of her heart? And the way she laughs around you... You're funny, but you're not that funny.
It's very sweet.
Actually, the late-night barista that's always there when we stop in after midnight might have it worse. The one with the dark hair?
I think she might actually be twice our age, but I've seen her pretty literally talk herself out of giving you her number, twice now.

Gods, and that poor guy who works at the pool!