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[batricide]

[ >:( !! ]

That doesn't even make any sense.

[fessus]

It makes perfect sense, you're just weird. [ THEY'RE BOTH WEIRD, THIS WHOLE SITUATION IS WEIRD ]

Can you just take it already? I'm doing something nice and you said you weren't inept. Prove it.

[batricide]

It stops being nice when you try to force someone into accepting it. [ but. fine. he'll eat it. are you happy???? ]

[fessus]

[ Yes. In fact he'll settle back in his seat again, chin once again lifted, seeming all too contented with himself. And in the knowledge that it is a good pastry. ]

Yeah whatever, I only had to do that because you made me. Anyway... It was a real compliment, "technically" or not.

[batricide]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Fine. Whatever. It was a compliment. [ what do you... want... this is so disconcerting. ] So do you want me to train you or something?

[fessus]

And? Did you-- [ wait, what ]

Hold on. Did you like it or what? The food.

[batricide]

It was fine? [ WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HIM? ]

[fessus]

Cool. It's better than fine, but I'll take it, I guess.

[ Now, seeming satisfied, he can continue. ]

Why do you think I'd want you to train me?

[batricide]

Because I could kick your ass with both hands tied behind my back.

[fessus]

[ Okay. Now you've done it. His expression shifts slightly, one brow quirking. ]

Seriously? Give me a break... You could only think of sixteen ways; pretty sure I'd be fine. That's not even a good answer to the question anyway.

[batricide]

That was to kill you.

[ Damian shrugs. Clearly annoyed, because no one contacts him just to 'hang out' unless they know him. ]

[fessus]

Yeah, I know what it was for. I'm just saying...

You underestimate me and I'm gonna' make you eat those words is all. ... Do people seriously ask you for training that much?

[batricide]

They don't ask me for training. [ They typically want people dead. ] I just don't understand why the hell you'd ask a complete stranger to eat with you if you didn't want something.

[fessus]

You're still stuck on this? First of all, we're not complete strangers. Second, you're barely even eating with me so I wouldn't call it that.

All I'm doing's sitting here asking you questions about you. Don't you want to know anything about me? [ and my glorious self ]

[batricide]

No. Not really.

[ :/ :/ :/ oh wait. ]

One of the new arrivals was asking about you. Is he doing alright?

[fessus]

New--

Oh, wait, you mean Prompto?

[batricide]

Yes.

[ He's not going to elaborate. But the kid (he's older than you damian) seemed rattled. ]

[fessus]

[ Here Noctis's gaze lowers, injured arm braced against the table top as he picks at his food. ]

Yeah... I didn't run into him when he first got dropped off but I found him pretty quick afterwards. He's doing a lot better now. He's kind of an idiot sometimes so he's a real handful... but I've got his back.

... are you looking out for him too? That's pretty cool. [ Desire to talk about himself in any capacity? Gone. ]

[batricide]

[ Well, it's easier to talk about that than himself or anyone else. ]

He seemed like he needed someone.

[fessus]

[ ... ]

Yeah. Pretty sure he did.

Hey... I don't really have any ground to stand on when it comes to asking you for anything, but if I'm ever not around and you are can you keep an eye on him?

[batricide]

[ It's a bad idea, Noctis. A terrible one. His track record with keeping anyone who matters alive is abysmal, but... ]

He's one of us, isn't he? I'll keep him safe.

[fessus]

[ Then there's something they have in common. In his eyes? Someone else helping Prompto is a good thing, no matter who it is. He hardly feels like he can be picky in this place, and with how honest and unlikable Damian has been? It honestly makes him seem more trustworthy. ]

Thanks, I owe you. Lemme know if I can pay it back some time.

... does that mean you're looking out for anyone that's like us?

[batricide]

[ he considers. ]

Matches Malone and Dick Grayson. They can more than handle themselves, but I suppose should anything happen to me then they'll need someone to watch them.

And unless they prove themselves to be a danger, yes.

stop flaunting your biceps

[fessus]

Oh, Matches. Yeah, I know him already.

Okay, you've got my word then. I promise, Hafid. [ Another pause. ] Ahh, I'd shake on it, but...

youre just jealous noodle boy

[batricide]

[ oh god what did jason do. ]

He's a handful. But I think he means well.

[ think being the key word. ]

I'd rather not.