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bakerstreet2013-05-18 12:02 pm
ineffabilities) wrote in bakerstreet2013-05-18 12:02 pm
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the lyric prompt meme
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[That had nothing to do with anything but, hey, hormones happen. Plus she was already kind mad!! He was asking for that one, if you ask her
She turned her back to him, crossing her arms again.]
Whatever. It doesn't matter. I don't have anything more to say to you.
[She starts making her way away, muttering behind her shoulder.]
Time's up.
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Five minutes - a personal best, but I'm not quite done.
[ time's up when he says it is! she can't run away forever. ] Sorry, but I've got some questions. Answer them, and I'll leave you alone. [ for the time being. ]
...Or I could just follow you home. [ he might be enjoying this. what could be sketchy about a weird guy in a mask tailing a student? ]
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And I swear, dude, if you follow me home I'll put up such a fuss someone'll call the cops.
[Wait a second Terra, Robin practically is the cops... Well, whatever. It was just an idle threat. She didn't actually feel unsafe - Just unstable.
She takes a deep breath and attempts to cool down, her chest still heaving from being all huffy with rage. She just stands there, looking at him and at her empty wrist on and off, as if looking at a watch. Talking about this stuff reaaaaaaally sucks.]
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[ before he starts, there's a small disclaimer: ] Look, I'm not trying to hurt you, so just chill out.
[ which is a totally hypocritical thing for mr. uptight to be saying, but that's not important. he's a little offended by her looming above him and checking her wrist, but it only shows a little bit. ] I came here to prove that you were all in my head, but it turns out you're a little more grounded in reality than I thought. [ ...as far as he can tell. ]
Aren't you supposed to be solid rock right about now?
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[Of course, she had no idea about the whole Raven's dad fiasco, but that's what she was referring to.
Her cheeks were best red, but she was doing her best to do as he had asked. After all, he was one of the best friends she'd ever had. He spent enough time with her he had begun to learn what she was all about before she blew up and left everyone behind... Twice. She kept repeating to herself in her mind to give up some slack for him. After a little while it seemed to be working.]
I'm real and I'm alive. I didn't ask to be or expect to be, but I'm 100% real.If you touch me, I'm solid; If you cut me, I bleed.
[She extends a hand to him palm up, the aggression in her face subsiding.]
Test it all you want, dude. The first part, though. Not the second.
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Relax. I'm done fighting you. [ wailing on one of your best friends doesn't exactly make you feel good about yourself. not something he'd like to make a habit of doing.
he stares at her hand as if it's going to bite him. then sloooowly reaches out with a gloved hand to touch it. so far, so good. ]
...Huh. [ he sinks a little bit. it's not that he's upset, it's just that this... complicates things. things were simpler when the past was the past, and the situation was resolute. unalterable. he doesn't know how to approach the situation, how to deal with a circumstance he wasn't prepared for. are they friends or foes? or nothing at all? it's evident -- he doesn't know if he should shake her hand, slap it, whatever. so after a few initial pokes, it just hovers in all of its green glory. ]
I've gotta say, I wasn't expecting that this morning. [ he's not quite adept at expressing himself, so that's all terra's going to get. ]
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I'm done fighting period. We're cool.
[She moved back to the bench they had sat on before and flopped onto it, peering up at him with a neutral expression.]
You should probably raise your expectations if you wanna keep asking me questions. Technically I'm a dead supervillain.
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looking off into the distance is preferable to making eye contact (eye-to-mask contact?) right now. it helps him clear his mind. and there's the added bonus of looking cool. ]
Technically. [ she's also technically a dead superhero, isn't she? she was one once. ]
But you feel remorse for your actions. Could a supervillain say that?
...That doesn't count as a question, by the way.
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[She rubs at her arm a moment before turning her chin up to him, resting her elbows on her knees.]
Slade would... Never mind. Let's... Both not go there. Too many skeletons in the closet on all sides.
[She didn't know anything about Robin's time as the apprentice, but if it were anything like her's...]
H-How is everyone? The Titans?
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he leans back, using his hands as neck support. jeez, what to say... alright, he still doesn't really trust her. and he's pretty sure raven wouldn't want him chatting up terra about her life, so that conversational topic's out. cyborg's an uncertain variable. there's always beast boy and starfire as safe bets, but it almost feels wrong talking about them. why should she know about them when they're left in the dark about her? ]
If you really wanted to know, wouldn't you have found out for yourself? [ and there he goes, being abrasive again. there's too many conflicting feelings swirling around -- and he's not so good with those to begin with. ] If you're that curious, maybe you should ask them yourself. [ somehow he thinks this is unlikely. but it's how he feels. ]