( well! he sets the sheets and pillow down on the end of his bed, fluffing the pillow a little just to make sure it's nice and good for his friend. unzipping his hoodie, he's left in his white t-shirt, hoodie placed on the back of a chair before he comes over and sits down near damian there. smile on his lips, he reaches up with both hands and takes titus' face into his hands, giving him a good few scruffs and pets. )
So what's up? Dad should be back soon with pizza stuff. Krypto's probably with him or something.
( it's good to know that titus has friends here, even if damian were to disappear. he doesn't plan on it any time soon, but even before he had gone back home and lived through bruce gifting him the beast, he'd grown - attached to him. titus, alfred the cat, batcow - all new individuals he hadn't known when he had first met them here, then went home and remembered meeting them all. it's complicated, the relationship he has with all of them - just like his relationship with jon is complex.
it's something to think about. regardless, he knows that were anything to happen to him, his animals are all in good hands. it's relieving. )
Does something need to be "up" for me to come over? ( damian supposes it does - he wouldn't usually offer to come over like this. but things are different now, aren't they. ) I thought you would be happy to have me stay over.
dropping his hands away from titus, he leans back on them instead and stretches his legs out, cocking his head to the side as he looks over to the other boy. )
But you know. You're not the only junior detective around here. I know why you're here. ( to which he smiles real smug... in a very jon way of course. ) You missed me.
his expression sours, leaning forward to gently shove against jon but there's no real intent behind it. he's being damian, the shove is more for the express purpose of shoving rather than harming. )
I know where you are at all times, how could I miss you? ( stalking solves most problems like that, doesn't it. ) My father is alright on his own for now. I thought you might enjoy the presence of someone who isn't your parents.
Admit it! You like hanging out with me! We’re like two peas in a pod. Two super son peas in a pod!
( spinning around on his heel on the one leg, he stretches his arms out as he does so and chuckles a little before he’s right back around and facing damian. heh! he knew it. totally what it is. case cracked and closed. )
Whattaya wanna do first? We got the whoooole night ahead of us. ( a beat, scratching at his cheek. ) Well… until my mom or dad say it’s time for lights out but otherwise!
( the attitude isn't helping any. jon looks pleased, too pleased, and damian - couldn't place why it irritates him so much, but it does. it shouldn't, and he recognizes that just as quickly as he recognizes the irritation. is it the sheer unadulterated joy? the happiness at experiencing friendship? at thinking someone would like to spend time around him? it's not that those things are necessarily bad either, they are just - bad for damian specifically, maybe.
but he does recognize that. it's why, while his expression turns a little more bitter and irritated because he can't control his face, he doesn't voice it. )
I don't do bedtimes. ( but he does reach for his pile of things, pulling out his switch. ) Do you want to play Animal Crossing?
( plopping himself down there next to his friend, he loosely crosses his legs and leans forward some to hold onto his ankles, smiling to damian there as he makes a suggestion for them. )
Actually, maybe now's a good time to tell you that I made something for you.
( it's not a response he anticipated but he does look a little interest in whatever it is that jon has to. . . share. jon leans forward a little, and damian does, too, leaning closer to jon. )
( with damian’s curiosity getting the better of him, jon hops himself up and practically beams. )
Hold on. Let me get it.
( hurrying to his desk, he pulls open the drawer and grabs the thing in question he has for damian, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. making his way back, he plops down in front of the other boy again and holds his hand out, a beaded bracelet made in the colours of black, red, green, and a touch of yellow sitting there in his palm. )
I made it for you. ( a beat, he scratches his cheek. ) I wasn’t sure if I should put an R on it or not. But if you want me to, I can add it. Or maybe a D. Or no letter at all.
( ah yes, a friendship bracelet. damian has heard of these, even if he has yet to wear or make one himself for obvious reasons he doesn't feel the need to cover because what is the point. he understands the need to dress the part for certain things, but this isn't even close to that and so.
while he may look a little perplexed by the gift itself, damian does extend a hand out toward it and curls a finger in under the beads to pick it up off of jon's palm. is this where he admits that the robin costume is gaudy and all dick grayson's fault? no. because why bother stating the obvious? )
I think the lack of a letter is suitable. ( while he slides the bracelet onto his wrist without complaint, because it's a friendship thing and he's figuring out that a lot of having friends, being friends with someone, requires understanding what's important to the person he is friends with. and jon is - a kent through and through. he put time and effort into putting the beads onto a string, on choosing the beads and their pattern - it's handmade, personal. his time holds value to jon, and therefore it holds value to damian, too. )
( damian puts it on and jon just… beams. smile bright and pleased. really, it’s almost blinding in a way with how happy it makes him. he wasn’t sure if the other would like it or not, but. that hadn’t stopped him. he’d meticulously strung each bead in a certain pattern one night at his desk, tongue sticking out and lamp turned on, wanting to finish it before he went to bed. he hadn’t been sure about the letter or not but from what damian says, he’d been right to leave it blank since, well, he figures the other’s right.
hands clutching at his ankles what with sitting cross-legged there in front of his friend, he nods, smile still bright and then goes and rubs at the back of his head with a sheepish chuckle. )
Yeah. No problem. I mean, you don’t have to wear it all the time or anything. But, you know. It’s nice to have things that remind us of others. At least I think so.
( of people who care. even if they end up not being here anymore. )
( he doesn't have to wear it all the time, yes, but he's wearing it now. the bracelet sits against his wrist comfortably, though as jon settles back down onto the ground, damian pulls himself up to his feet, one hand settling on top of titus' head. )
Are you planning on going anywhere any time soon?
( with a raised brow. because the message jon is giving is less "here is a gift" and more "don't forget to remember me" and damian doesn't like where that's going. )
No. I am say that we are all stuck here, and planning on a disappearance that has shown to be extremely unpredictable isn't - ( his lips press together into a thin line, considering his words carefully. )
I do not want to plan for a future in which you disappear. I would rather plan for our inevitable victory.
You don’t have to worry. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. You know how many chickens I gotta take care of at Ramsey Farm?
( a chuckle, he gets himself up and heads over to his closet where he starts to pull some boxes out. not a whole lot. just a few. )
But hey. You know how to play snakes and ladders or checkers? I got them if you do. Or maybe… ( holding up a particular game box, he scrunches his face up to be all MYSTERIOUS. ) …how about Clue? Mwahahaha!!
( why is jon laughing like that. why is he making that face. ugh. children are so weird. he doubts this is a jonathan kent specific thing, he knows the boy well enough to know what's specifically his and what is more - his childhood, how he was raised. who raised him. )
I know how to play checkers. You'll have to show me how the rest work.
( a nod at that, smile still on his lips, he sets the other boxes down and brings over the one containing checkers. plopping himself down on the floor again, he opens up the box and begins to take everything out, carefully setting it up there in front of him, tongue poking out a little in thought as he does so. )
Let me guess. You want to be the black chips, right?
( the color of blood and shadows facing one another in a duel in which the true purpose is to get them across the board, likely sacrificing their brethren along the way, so that their master can stack the corpses of the fallen atop them and continue using them to vanquish their enemies - what difference does the color really make in checkers?
titus settles in with a huff, laying himself across the floor without a care in the world as his eyes droop shut, but damian - shifts to sit up on his knees across from the board from jon, watching as he sets up the pieces. )
Oh, good. I wasn't planning on going easy on you either.
( grin grin grin. silly little grin on his face as he sets it all up for them and then smiles as he waves his hands over the board, as if casting magic to start it all up for them. )
( jon looks so - at ease. damian supposes that makes sense - he's a ten year old boy living in an apartment with both his parents, albeit younger than he's used to them being. clark kent is still clark, and lois - damian hasn't spent too much time around here, but she seems about normal. the kents should really be studied, he supposes. to discern how they manage to be so - this despite everything.
aurora is supposed to announce another mission tomorrow morning, and here jon is, grinning over checker pieces.
he reaches for one of his own, and damian hunches forward a little, looking over the board. )
Did you know Checkers is dependent on others making errors? Without them, play would always end in a draw.
( he darn well knows that's just to rile damian up to a little friendly competition and so! he starts the game off, getting himself up on his hands and knees as he does, tongue sticking out in Very Seriously Playful Thought as he goes about making his move. )
( sticking his tongue out, he makes his move and drops himself down onto his butt, rubbing at his nose with the tips of his fingers before he's reaching for a blanket nearby and draping it over his shoulders. almost like a cape. heh. )
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So what's up? Dad should be back soon with pizza stuff. Krypto's probably with him or something.
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it's something to think about. regardless, he knows that were anything to happen to him, his animals are all in good hands. it's relieving. )
Does something need to be "up" for me to come over? ( damian supposes it does - he wouldn't usually offer to come over like this. but things are different now, aren't they. ) I thought you would be happy to have me stay over.
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( deadpanned. he knows you damian.
dropping his hands away from titus, he leans back on them instead and stretches his legs out, cocking his head to the side as he looks over to the other boy. )
But you know. You're not the only junior detective around here. I know why you're here. ( to which he smiles real smug... in a very jon way of course. ) You missed me.
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his expression sours, leaning forward to gently shove against jon but there's no real intent behind it. he's being damian, the shove is more for the express purpose of shoving rather than harming. )
I know where you are at all times, how could I miss you? ( stalking solves most problems like that, doesn't it. ) My father is alright on his own for now. I thought you might enjoy the presence of someone who isn't your parents.
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Admit it! You like hanging out with me! We’re like two peas in a pod. Two super son peas in a pod!
( spinning around on his heel on the one leg, he stretches his arms out as he does so and chuckles a little before he’s right back around and facing damian. heh! he knew it. totally what it is. case cracked and closed. )
Whattaya wanna do first? We got the whoooole night ahead of us. ( a beat, scratching at his cheek. ) Well… until my mom or dad say it’s time for lights out but otherwise!
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but he does recognize that. it's why, while his expression turns a little more bitter and irritated because he can't control his face, he doesn't voice it. )
I don't do bedtimes. ( but he does reach for his pile of things, pulling out his switch. ) Do you want to play Animal Crossing?
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Actually, maybe now's a good time to tell you that I made something for you.
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What is it?
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Hold on. Let me get it.
( hurrying to his desk, he pulls open the drawer and grabs the thing in question he has for damian, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. making his way back, he plops down in front of the other boy again and holds his hand out, a beaded bracelet made in the colours of black, red, green, and a touch of yellow sitting there in his palm. )
I made it for you. ( a beat, he scratches his cheek. ) I wasn’t sure if I should put an R on it or not. But if you want me to, I can add it. Or maybe a D. Or no letter at all.
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while he may look a little perplexed by the gift itself, damian does extend a hand out toward it and curls a finger in under the beads to pick it up off of jon's palm. is this where he admits that the robin costume is gaudy and all dick grayson's fault? no. because why bother stating the obvious? )
I think the lack of a letter is suitable. ( while he slides the bracelet onto his wrist without complaint, because it's a friendship thing and he's figuring out that a lot of having friends, being friends with someone, requires understanding what's important to the person he is friends with. and jon is - a kent through and through. he put time and effort into putting the beads onto a string, on choosing the beads and their pattern - it's handmade, personal. his time holds value to jon, and therefore it holds value to damian, too. )
Thank you.
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hands clutching at his ankles what with sitting cross-legged there in front of his friend, he nods, smile still bright and then goes and rubs at the back of his head with a sheepish chuckle. )
Yeah. No problem. I mean, you don’t have to wear it all the time or anything. But, you know. It’s nice to have things that remind us of others. At least I think so.
( of people who care. even if they end up not being here anymore. )
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Are you planning on going anywhere any time soon?
( with a raised brow. because the message jon is giving is less "here is a gift" and more "don't forget to remember me" and damian doesn't like where that's going. )
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Well... no. I mean... Kell-el left here all of a sudden and other people do sometimes.
( his frown deepens some at that before he shakes his head and looks back up to the other. )
Wait. Are you saying you like being stuck with me?
( hehe! )
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I do not want to plan for a future in which you disappear. I would rather plan for our inevitable victory.
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You don’t have to worry. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. You know how many chickens I gotta take care of at Ramsey Farm?
( a chuckle, he gets himself up and heads over to his closet where he starts to pull some boxes out. not a whole lot. just a few. )
But hey. You know how to play snakes and ladders or checkers? I got them if you do. Or maybe… ( holding up a particular game box, he scrunches his face up to be all MYSTERIOUS. ) …how about Clue? Mwahahaha!!
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I know how to play checkers. You'll have to show me how the rest work.
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( a nod at that, smile still on his lips, he sets the other boxes down and brings over the one containing checkers. plopping himself down on the floor again, he opens up the box and begins to take everything out, carefully setting it up there in front of him, tongue poking out a little in thought as he does so. )
Let me guess. You want to be the black chips, right?
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( the color of blood and shadows facing one another in a duel in which the true purpose is to get them across the board, likely sacrificing their brethren along the way, so that their master can stack the corpses of the fallen atop them and continue using them to vanquish their enemies - what difference does the color really make in checkers?
titus settles in with a huff, laying himself across the floor without a care in the world as his eyes droop shut, but damian - shifts to sit up on his knees across from the board from jon, watching as he sets up the pieces. )
And I won't go easy on you.
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( grin grin grin. silly little grin on his face as he sets it all up for them and then smiles as he waves his hands over the board, as if casting magic to start it all up for them. )
Kay. I'll go first!
( as he happily takes a red checker in hand. )
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aurora is supposed to announce another mission tomorrow morning, and here jon is, grinning over checker pieces.
he reaches for one of his own, and damian hunches forward a little, looking over the board. )
Did you know Checkers is dependent on others making errors? Without them, play would always end in a draw.
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( he darn well knows that's just to rile damian up to a little friendly competition and so! he starts the game off, getting himself up on his hands and knees as he does, tongue sticking out in Very Seriously Playful Thought as he goes about making his move. )
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( jon makes his own move, and damian quickly moves his own piece in response, eyes narrowed as he watches the boy play. )
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( sticking his tongue out, he makes his move and drops himself down onto his butt, rubbing at his nose with the tips of his fingers before he's reaching for a blanket nearby and draping it over his shoulders. almost like a cape. heh. )
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( the boy can act cute, damian doesn't care. he's just going to keep playing. )
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( normally it’s the other way around but such is life currently and… there he goes making another move, grinning as he does. )
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