[It's not far off from that time estimate when Jason texts Dick to say he's around the corner. He parks a little ways away automatically and tries to smooth down his wild curls without even a little success. He still looks like he's been through a windtunnel or three.
He's also sporting a new, healing split lip and a dark shadow on his jaw, but when aren't they all sporting little bruises and injuries?
He scans the shop as he steps in, looking around for Dick.]
[ Dick is there, already going through one coffee, but he'll definitely have a second once Jason gets here. He's already well on his way to pushing his initial tiredness away by the time Jason's shows.
Dick's got a few spotty bruises along his jaw as well, but Jason's split lip is hard to beat. Especially because it makes those lips that much harder not to stare at.
He raises a hand when Jason starts looking around for him and waits for him to come over, glad that he actually showed. He could really get used to it, though he knows he shouldn't just yet. ]
[ Dick keeps his tone light, though it's not hard to do, considering brightness in Jason's smile, even if it's gone quick, and his slouchy nature, which always lingers. ]
Looks like you got into it last night. Did you ice that lip?
[ He knows he's going to get a dad comment or something of the sort, but he just can't help himself. he slides a menu over to Jason while he's at it. ]
Why do you hate yourself? Sugar's not gonna kill you.
[Jason pokes through the menu some more, but sighs, clearly fighting with himself before groaning. The thing is, it's a funny story, even if it's at his expense.]
Okay, so shut up before I tell you this. I wasn't doing shit but some recon last night. But before I got to the spot, I grabbed food, and a couple of blocks over I heard someone yelling. So I went to check it out and a couple of dumb kids were taking off with this old lady's chicken. I didn't even know people could have chickens here if they weren't in a bucket. So I grabbed the chicken to give back. The little shit bit me and I almost dropped it, and had to grab it again, wasn't looking, and when I stood up the old lady clocked me with a purse full of rolls of nickels 'cause she thought I was one of the kids.
[He shrugs.]
But she gave me free dinner when she realized. Pretty damn good, too.
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There's a great little place on the corner of Mercer and 4th if you're in the neighborhood?
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Yeah, I can get there in about forty five minutes, if you're not in a rush.
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Sounds good. See you soon.
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He's also sporting a new, healing split lip and a dark shadow on his jaw, but when aren't they all sporting little bruises and injuries?
He scans the shop as he steps in, looking around for Dick.]
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Dick's got a few spotty bruises along his jaw as well, but Jason's split lip is hard to beat. Especially because it makes those lips that much harder not to stare at.
He raises a hand when Jason starts looking around for him and waits for him to come over, glad that he actually showed. He could really get used to it, though he knows he shouldn't just yet. ]
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He crosses over and slouches down opposite Dick, not looking any more like he slept than Dick does.]
Hey. Took a while, I was across town.
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[ Dick keeps his tone light, though it's not hard to do, considering brightness in Jason's smile, even if it's gone quick, and his slouchy nature, which always lingers. ]
Looks like you got into it last night. Did you ice that lip?
[ He knows he's going to get a dad comment or something of the sort, but he just can't help himself. he slides a menu over to Jason while he's at it. ]
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Whatever they call a Red Eye here, I'll take.
[He touches a finger to his lip reflexively and rolls his eyes.]
Nah. It's fine. I'll put something on it later. It was just a lucky shot.
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You mean like this one? Mine is just straight up though, no sugar. Get some food too, though. I think I'm going to try their egg white omelet.
[ He gives a nod, but doesn't poke at the situation. He knows all about those lucky shots. ]
What'd the guy do?
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Why do you hate yourself? Sugar's not gonna kill you.
[Jason pokes through the menu some more, but sighs, clearly fighting with himself before groaning. The thing is, it's a funny story, even if it's at his expense.]
Okay, so shut up before I tell you this. I wasn't doing shit but some recon last night. But before I got to the spot, I grabbed food, and a couple of blocks over I heard someone yelling. So I went to check it out and a couple of dumb kids were taking off with this old lady's chicken. I didn't even know people could have chickens here if they weren't in a bucket. So I grabbed the chicken to give back. The little shit bit me and I almost dropped it, and had to grab it again, wasn't looking, and when I stood up the old lady clocked me with a purse full of rolls of nickels 'cause she thought I was one of the kids.
[He shrugs.]
But she gave me free dinner when she realized. Pretty damn good, too.