*snorts* Immaculate conception. Or bloating. Food baby, yo.
Message me your reaction if your muse found out mine was pregnant.
The Cook and the Red Arrow
samekindofman said: Roy grinned at her, shaking his head. “Passing by and I just couldn’t resist coming to say hello. I’m Roy, and you are?”
She was amused. ”Hazel. Nice to meet you, Roy. But seeing as how this is private property, let’s not get you in trouble with the guards at the gate, aye?” She gestured and started walking towards the sidewalk just outside the open lot gates.
He smirked a little. “I’d be impressed if they could do anything,” he said with a shrug. “But if you insist on the personal escort. What do you do, then, SHIELD-person Hazel? Because I’m guessing you’re to do with them.”
So I just got out of rehab.
What happened?
I fell off the wagon, Di. Pretty simple.
Homecomings
Dick sat in the back of the bar, his dark glasses on. The rest of the patrons were clearly giving him a wide berth as he was giving off a vibe of “don’t bother me”. He took another swig of his drink, tapping his fingers on the box of cigarettes on the table as he moved a thumb over his ring.
He knew the way he’d been treating Donna lately hadn’t been fair, but she just couldn’t seem to understand how painful it was for him to be around her. He could barely look at her without feeling the loss, the empty space his husband’s absence in his life made him feel. Even when they’d been together on and off he’d never been gone this often for this long.
Roy pushed his way into the bar, sighing softly as he saw Dick in the corner. He crossed over and sat opposite him, setting quietly.
“My sponsor would be mad if he knew I was here.”
canadamantium started following you
He shrugged. “I’m from all over. Grew up on a Navajo reservation, got taken in by a millionaire, ended up on the streets for a while,” Roy said, frankly. “What’d make you say I’m not from around here?”
“Wasn’t quite askin’ a life story there, bud. But. You look like someone who’s seeing things for the first time which has me assumin’ you’ve not been to this part of the city or you’re passing through.”
“Just trying to defend my stance as not some fresh faced kid,” he shrugged. “Yeah, I’m just passing through. You?”
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Skeptical at least for a moment, he only bypassed it the moment the other fed him a name. “Logan.” Hardly bothering with the last name, arms crossed while he examined the taller man. “I’m goin’ to say you’re not from this part of town.”
He shrugged. “I’m from all over. Grew up on a Navajo reservation, got taken in by a millionaire, ended up on the streets for a while,” Roy said, frankly. “What’d make you say I’m not from around here?”
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You think I am, ‘bub’?
Just for the sake of bein’ sociable, what’s yer name?
Roy Harper. You?
canadamantium started following you
Aaand you would be?
Not real interested in shootin’ the breeze, bub.
You think I am, ‘bub’?
