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Friendr

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	» Age: 23 » Seeking: Friends, running partners, anyone interested in getting out and seeing the world. » Preferences: any » Interests: trapeze, martial arts, breakfast foods » Bio: Let’s get to know each other. See what we might have in common.
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	Dick Grayson
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[fingerstripes]

[ She's sharp in a way that's somehow still startling. Kind in a way that's never quite without edges. Vulnerable at odd moments. When he'd broken the coffee pot. It tugs at his heart.

Instead he says: ]

You think a lot about this stuff. But that's not all you think about.

[ He slides his fork over onto her plate, stealing a morsel back. He looks for her gaze again. ]

You care.

[ikols]

[ The flicker in her eyes says he's right, she actually overthinks a lot. She drops his gaze when he steals from her plate, poking back at it with her fork just for something to do. ]

Occasionally.

[ Constantly. She finishes her meal, giving a shrug. ]

Quite observant, aren't you? That must make you a competent lawman. Have you put away many criminals?

[fingerstripes]

[ No is the safe answer. Easy to hide behind a lack of practical experience, when he hasn't so much as put on a real uniform yet back home.

Somehow for Loki, he's inclined to go for the truer response. ]

A few, yeah. [ Watch him duck away from that moment of honesty by scooping the plates up and taking them to the sink. ]

Not that they've exactly let me out of the Academy yet, back home. [ A sheepish grin is tossed over his shoulder. ]

Still a few days shy of graduation, if you can believe that.

[ikols]

[ ... Interesting. ]

How brave of you to apprehend them without a badge. [ At some point Loki has moved while Dick's back is turned, silent as a cat. She leans back on the kitchen counter opposite him, sharing his immediate space as if remaining on the other side of the breakfast bar was too far to bear. ] I believe it, by the way. Despite your beauty, you come off as the capable sort. Not many tick both boxes.

[fingerstripes]

Well, you know what they say about appearances. [ She's so quick on her feet that he almost misses the movement until he half-turns and suddenly she's there again. He's blushing already - embarrassment at the odd compliment, at his own desire to keep right on telling her things he shouldn't - and the effect of the sudden proximity compounds it.

She's the one so beautiful it's breathtaking. Dick reminds himself to breathe. ]

You know, a less amiable guy than me might not take that as a compliment.

[ikols]

I don't like to hang out with less amiable men these days.

[ He can take from that what he will and the nugget of a story with it. She cocks her head, watching him with an unblinking, thoughtful stare. ]

Breakfast was good, mainly because I made it. We should do it again sometime. Perhaps binge on the finest of cereals?

[fingerstripes]

Hey now, we can't all be an effortless Julia Child. [ He tries to match that stare, but there's a smile fighting it off. She doesn't strike him as someone who makes alliances by chance. It's a little flattering to be seen entirely outside of the suit, outside of the framework so much of his life exists inside and still be deemed...

What?

Competent? Worth befriending? Something more than that? ]

But I could definitely use a friend who really gets the fine art of the cereal binge.

[ikols]

I don't know who that is.

[ Cocking her head, her smile grows and she straightens. She gives a wave and green smoke begins to furl around her from the feet-up, a cue to leave. ]

Time to start the day properly, I think. Thank you for your company, this was ... nice.

[ It reminded her of time spent with Verity in Manhattan, hanging out and making breakfast together without any sort of tension in the air. Refreshing. ]

Catch me later?