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[hackingyoursensors]

This is the IC inbox for Dick Grayson @ Tu Shanshu

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[hackingyoursensors]

[No pressure or anything. But he has a plan. And a contingency plan for that plan. And contingency plans for his contingency plans.]

I know. I just hope you'll get to be a GL too.

[Amused:] Right. I think you'll say something different when I replay this for you tomorrow.

[imaginate]

Apparently I do. Same rank n'all.

[He laughs again, and then there's a noise that does sound like a choked sob.]

Crap. What d'you know, blood-alcohol level is way above regulation.

['but this is the best news I've had in a long time']

Don't tell John.

[hackingyoursensors]

[He hears it. It's not that Dick's never dealt with drunk adults before, but Kyle is way different from some wasted rich guy at a Wayne Enterprises function.]

Hey, maybe you'll actually join the League in my world. It's a lot cooler than the one in yours, trust me.

[He'll keep it light, even if he's a tad worried. Kyle deserves happiness. Even if Dick thinks it's a bittersweet kind of happy.]

Your secret's safe with me. If you need something for the headache, I've got some 'aspirin'.

[imaginate]

Hey, we have some good times. [He coughs.] Thanksgiving dinners. Don't let 'em talk you into babysitting for speedsters.

[A pause.]

You could leave it on the window. M'at home now.

[hackingyoursensors]

Oh trust me. I know better.

[He's... actually not entirely good with kids anyway. Not bad but, well, having a short childhood makes it hard to relate to them.]

Do you want company?

[imaginate]

I'm good, I'm good.

[Lucid enough to know he doesn't want Dick to see him like this.]

See you... in the morning...

[hackingyoursensors]

Alright. I'll leave them at your place in a few. Remember to drink a lot of water.

[He's never been hungover but it always seemed rather uncomfortable.]