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Friendr

	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]

No, you're fine.

[ He's rambling and he should stop now. ]

When you get a chance... there's something I want you to have.

[bestrobin]

( Damian didn't mind. He knew the more they talked, the longer they interacted... It brought them a step closer to bridging the gap between them and turning their relationship into something that more closely resembled what they had in the past. )

I'm on my way.

[fingerstripes]

[ Whenever Damian arrives Dick is still there, still in civvies but firmly in Nightwing mode as he meticulously checks the safeties on his grappling equipment. It's both a necessary task and a mindless one, drawing just enough of his attention to hold the darker thoughts at bay. ]

[bestrobin]

( It was a quick trip to the lair. And when he arrived, he was in normal clothing. They're clearly new, bought with his stipend, but the hoodie he's wearing, Dick might recognize as his own. )

Richard. ( Damian offered in greeting as he made his way to the older man, folding his arms across his chest and fixing an expectant look on his back.

One day, he would greet him differently. One day, they'd share the same excitement and happiness when they saw one another. But that day wasn't today. It wouldn't be for some time to come, he imagined. )

[fingerstripes]

[ As much as he gets Damian's reasons for reticence, there's something about this kid that always lifts his mood. He stands up when Damian arrives, noting the hoodie but saying nothing about it, greeting him with an unbidden smile. ]

Hey. How's your eye been? [ Because he sure is reaching out to probe the area with his fingers, tilting Damian's face up to his, if he lets him. ]

[bestrobin]

( There was something about Richard's smile that always helped to ease the stress and frustrations Damian tended to gather throughout the day.

His shoulders lowered slightly with Richard's greeting, and he stood still as he tilted his face up. He frowned, one eye closing as the man's fingers touched the area. )

I'm fine. ( The way one brow lifted offered what he didn't bother to say. He's been through worse. )

[fingerstripes]

[ His mouth quirks up, a wry little smirk that says he gets it, sure. He ruffles Damian's hair once before he lets him go, suddenly a little embarrassed. Suddenly aware he's stepping on territory someone else fills for this boy. Territory Damian might rather he stay away from. ]

No thanks to pint-sized me. [ Tossed over his shoulder, as he's heading to a beat-up looking crate he'd shoved haphazardly under the work bench. ]