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[fessus]

I'm from an entirely different world. You're the idiot for going with a bad reference.

At least I know how to pick a conversation topic.

[batricide]

You have a computer in your head, google it.

[ ??????????? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? ]

[fessus]

Why would I want to learn about how you insulted me, especially after you told me to do it? How am I the idiot?

[ SENSE, I WANT SENSE ]

Pick something else to talk about!

[batricide]

Because you're proud of your own ignorance? [ its just fashion, damian. ] Ugh.

[ He should just leave but he just paid for food and he's apparently going to be doing incongnito missions in a video game with this guy -- god, is this his life now? This is his life. He almost misses being punched in the head by people ten times stronger than him. ]

What is your world like then.

[fessus]

[ He takes a deep breath, managing his own surprising temper. This guy... ]

... I'll look it up later, okay? Geeze, we're talking anyway...

The city I'm from isn't as big as this, that's for sure. Skyscrapers and a pretty big population, maybe, but definitely not as many layers. Was kinda' crazy seeing all the flying cars and hearing about space travel, too... Makes me want to head up there. See it all myself.

[batricide]

[ you wanted this noctis, you literally asked for this. also the flying car in your world fucking sucks and no one should ever use it. ]

Space isn't that great.

[fessus]

[ Okay 100% agree, that thing is a death trap. ]

What, exactly, do you think is great?

[batricide]

[ Well, not space. He can safely say not space because he's almost died in it a few dozen times. ]

Nature. Animals.

[fessus]

[ ... wait. ]

Seriously? What kind of animals do you like?

[batricide]

Most all of them. [ ... ] You could say I was raised in an animal sanctuary. [ Sure. ]

[fessus]

[ Suddenly Noctis sits forward, only seeming to realize a second later how lame and over-eager that seems.

... slowly he leans back again, trying to take on a more casual tone. ]

Weird... I mean I guess that doesn't sound bad; I always wanted a lot of animals but I wasn't allowed. [ Growing up around them sounds awesome... ]

[batricide]

My father didn't let me keep pets. [ well. okay. this he can talk about. he can sound a little sympathetic there. ]

But before I lived with him I lived with my grandfather. [ in like, six different secret bases. ] There were a pair of Bali tigers I was fond of. They were the last of their kind - people had driven them to extinction in their natural habitat.

[fessus]

Ah. Yeah, you made him sound pretty strict. [ That's a nice word for how he made him sound, honestly. ]

That's really messed up, though. Good things you guys could help them. You said... what, "tigers"? What are-- [ Wait, no, he's learning. He holds up a hand momentarily, eyes closing as he runs a quick search. ]

... like giant cats, huh... They kind of look like coeurls.

[batricide]

You don't have tigers? [ okay, well, maybe now he feels a little mean for calling him an idiot for not knowing what scene is. emo was a more fitting descriptor anyway.

When he got home, he was going to snap the new Blue Beetle in two for what he'd done to the sanctuary. Buddy and Vixen must be devastated. To lose the Tasmianian Tiger had been bad, but - all of them? With their powers?

He sombers a little. ]

They weren't particularly tame. But they tolerated attention.

[fessus]

... well that sounds familiar... [ partly under his breath, but he's not exactly working hard to not be heard here. ]

Most of the animals from Earth seem pretty different compared to what I'm used to. Means I'm learning not to assume, anyway, since people don't know what I'm talking about half the time. [ Which... isn't great, but it's not anyone else's fault. ]

You must miss them.

[batricide]

[ Well. Damian goes quiet at that. Everything feels like a sore spot these days, like he's just a giant, gaping emotional wound that can't figure out how to heal. ]

No point in missing what's gone.

[fessus]

[ Oh. ]

Hey... Sorry, I wasn't trying to-- you know. [ Great, good going, Noctis. Why's he so bad at this... ] I do think there's a point, but we don't have to talk about it or whatever if you don't want to.

... What other animals did you like?

[batricide]

Oh, relax. [ He shrugs. ] Life sucks. Things die.

[ Which is Grim but whatever. ]

Dogs, I guess? [ his brother has been extremely pushy about that. ]

[fessus]

That doesn't mean I'm gonna' brush over it or be an ass if it's important. I don't know how you feel, right?

[ god, Damian ]

Dogs are cool.

[batricide]

You didn't know, it's not being an asshole if you didn't know. [ stop!!! being nice!! ]

They're expensive as hell here.

[fessus]

[ Well, that one he actually mulls over for a moment. There is some truth to that, but apologizing still felt right. Honestly? Damian seems stressed enough that bringing up extra past grief doesn't seem particularly helpful. ]

Mm. Yeah, I think I heard something about that. I was thinking about getting one while I had the chance, but I don't really know how long I'm gonna' be here so maybe it's a bad idea.

My fiancée has two back home, so maybe I should just wait to hang out with hers.

[batricide]

There are robotic alternatives. That's probably a more sound investment. [ And he can safely say that buying or ''''buying'''' a dog isn't a guarantee, if he can believe anything Jason got into. ]

You're engaged?

[fessus]

[ Bringing up the engagement is an almost immediate regret, not out of shame -- even though oddly Damian is the first person here he's told -- but because it leaves him open to a lot of potential jokes. Which he's perpetually unprepared for. ]

Does fiancée mean something different where you're from? Yeah, I am... Not for long and things are kind of-- [ unstable right now, with the wedding plans. He shakes his head. ] Never mind.

Have you dealt with any of the robot ones up close? Wonder how lifelike they are...

[batricide]

No. I'm just surprised. You seem a little young.

[ Says the nineteen year old. ]

No, I haven't. [ He's heard rumors of fighting rings but, you know - the second he sees those people are probably going to die. ]

[fessus]

Ah. Yeah, well, it was about time, so...

[ A dismissive response that doesn't make him sound especially excited about the prospect of marriage, which is less a mark against his intended and more one against the fact that this was all chosen for him when he wasn't ready. Still isn't, but he has bigger problems to worry about. ]

Maybe you should get one.