[ He's not, actually. He's very far from busy right now, just repairing his armor while listening to an audiobook. But this is such a juvenile message that it counts as busy. ]
I mean there are five hundred other way more fun people I could share with Like my classmates, and Kara, and Conner, and Bart, and my teachers But I decided I wanted to spend time with you instead
[ theres no way he'd actually just barge in right? clark kent would raise a more polite kid than that right? and he lives in maurita fucking falls this is no place for a tiny superpowered child. ]
( don't forget where the other half of his genes come from, damian. lois lane may be superman's other half but when she gets determined enough--
well. he definitely isn't just clark's kid. and he has no intentions of just letting damian ignore him for forever, either. there's a rap of knuckles against damian's window, the bright red cape draped over his shoulders and a massive garbage bag full of tubs of ice cream thrown over his shoulder.
not bursting in, but he definitely tracked damian down. )
no. nope. damian just stands up and walks over to the window, looking at this tiny little half-alien. clark kent's actual biological flesh and bone child, who grew up in a world where that was allowed to happen. he should probably let him in, hear him out. learn something about what could have been.
but pulls the blinds down and goes back to what he was doing before. ]
( wow what a buttface. after all they've done and been through together and this is how he gets treated. he sees how it is.
but this is an entirely different damian with a different background and different things that he's got going on. jon gets it. kind of sort of. which is also why he doesn't let damian being a buttface put him off any. he's got the strength to easily just force his way through the window, or break through a door lock, or--whatever. but he doesn't. he takes a breath instead.
and sits down on the window ledge, back to one side of it and sneakers pressing up against the other side. holds the bag of ice cream in one hand while he starts sifting through it. )
Oh man, guess I'll have to sit out here all by myself and eat alllll of this alone.
ugh. but he can't - ugh. fine. whatever, he's opening the fucking window so this snot-nosed goblin can get in and muck up his immaculately (extremely spartan) room. ]
--oh, thanks! ( almost surprised, but the smile on his lips says something different when jon swings his legs in over the ledge and stands himself up straight, offers a spoon over to damian as soon as he's got his feet planted on the ground. )
( fine, fine, whatever. he'll just sit himself down on the ground right here, bag between legs and start pulling out tubs of ice cream. leftovers from his parttime job, but they still look nice.
because of course they do, they're ice cream. jon himself grabs onto the mint chocolate chip one, shoves a spoon into it and shovels it into his mouth. )
[ Left somewhere Damian is sure to see it, a rather large and artfully wrapped box. He might not notice the little vents left in the sides of the box, but there's no way he'll miss when the box happens to move or meow. Sorry, little bird: you just got the most inconsiderate kind of gift.
There's a note attached, but she's pretty sure he'd know exactly who left it. ]
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Date: 2019-11-22 05:55 am (UTC)I've got like four gallons of ice cream I need to get rid of.
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Date: 2019-11-22 06:24 am (UTC)[ He's not, actually. He's very far from busy right now, just repairing his armor while listening to an audiobook. But this is such a juvenile message that it counts as busy. ]
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Date: 2019-11-22 06:34 am (UTC)Then I'll come to you
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Date: 2019-11-22 06:35 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2019-11-22 06:37 am (UTC)Like my classmates, and Kara, and Conner, and Bart, and my teachers
But I decided I wanted to spend time with you instead
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Date: 2019-11-22 06:42 am (UTC)Just because you're old doesn't mean you have to stop having fun
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Date: 2019-11-22 06:43 am (UTC)I'm just not five.
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Date: 2019-11-22 06:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-22 06:53 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2019-11-22 06:54 am (UTC)Five tubs it is
( GIVE HIM A MINUTE, he's got tiny arms and a lot of things to carry. )
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Date: 2019-11-22 06:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-22 07:00 am (UTC)well. he definitely isn't just clark's kid. and he has no intentions of just letting damian ignore him for forever, either. there's a rap of knuckles against damian's window, the bright red cape draped over his shoulders and a massive garbage bag full of tubs of ice cream thrown over his shoulder.
not bursting in, but he definitely tracked damian down. )
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:02 am (UTC)wow.
no. nope. damian just stands up and walks over to the window, looking at this tiny little half-alien. clark kent's actual biological flesh and bone child, who grew up in a world where that was allowed to happen. he should probably let him in, hear him out. learn something about what could have been.
but pulls the blinds down and goes back to what he was doing before. ]
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:06 am (UTC)but this is an entirely different damian with a different background and different things that he's got going on. jon gets it. kind of sort of. which is also why he doesn't let damian being a buttface put him off any. he's got the strength to easily just force his way through the window, or break through a door lock, or--whatever. but he doesn't. he takes a breath instead.
and sits down on the window ledge, back to one side of it and sneakers pressing up against the other side. holds the bag of ice cream in one hand while he starts sifting through it. )
Oh man, guess I'll have to sit out here all by myself and eat alllll of this alone.
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:17 am (UTC)Can you not take a hint, runt?
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:18 am (UTC)( or more like, he's getting what damian's throwing but also. jon's already decided what he wanted to do anyway. )
It'd be way easier if you'd just let me inside.
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:20 am (UTC)ugh. but he can't - ugh. fine. whatever, he's opening the fucking window so this snot-nosed goblin can get in and muck up his immaculately (extremely spartan) room. ]
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:25 am (UTC)I brought you one, too.
( for the ice cream. spoons are very important. )
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:51 am (UTC)[ UGH.
whatever, he's fixing some of this damaged armor plating. ]
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Date: 2019-11-22 07:59 am (UTC)because of course they do, they're ice cream. jon himself grabs onto the mint chocolate chip one, shoves a spoon into it and shovels it into his mouth. )
So why do you live here, of all places?
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Date: 2019-11-22 08:01 am (UTC)It's where I was assigned, obviously.
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Date: 2019-11-22 08:02 am (UTC)( all of this is going to melt on damian's floor eventually. you're welcome. )
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Date: 2019-12-26 01:46 am (UTC)There's a note attached, but she's pretty sure he'd know exactly who left it. ]
Thought you could use a friend.