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@ versigny

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No, that's-- [ he's very logical, tyvm, just hard to express it sometimes. ] Sounds hard. I meant--you said they're from California but they're here right now. Beside me. [ his hand waves a chocolate dipped strawberry in the air that she can't see. ] So, they're not really from California. The actual thing. [ chocolate dipped strawberry, he means. ] Unless you went to California, got them, came back, then dipped them yourself, but I'm saying they look store bought so I just--

I wanna know where you bought them from. [ jesus fucking christ. ]

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[ must he always ask questions she doesn't want to answer even when he's drunk? damn detectives. ]

They're from one of the farms my family owns. So no, I didn't buy them from a store or a delivery service or anything like that.

[ she's choosing her words with care, to make sure they're as detached as possible. ]

They were for me. But I thought you and-- [ a quiet scoff ] baby Dick needed some help cheering up.

[ alright, maybe not that detached, but how could she resist that? honestly? ]

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[ she’ll hear his laughter and poor attempt at holding it back as it bursts bright and airy. ] Fuck—you really said that. [ another string of frayed chuckles. ] You’re really—seriously, Margs, you’re, heh--great. Don’t know about [ snort ] baby dick [ snort ] but I’m cheered up. Thanks. [ a chuckle and sigh. ]

There’s no way you don’t know that chocolate covered strawberries are usually romantic though.

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[ he has a wonderful laugh. her own smile stubbornly brightens as she hears it; her eyes may even close as she wonders when she heard it last - chasing him through Wayne manor, maybe? following the sound of it like a sailor to a siren's call even as she wailed at him to give her flower crown back?

Margaery can't even muster up the same flat tone when he calls her out after that, although she tries. ]

Are you really accusing me of being a romantic, Dick Grayson? Me?

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[ he shakes his head, realizes she can't see him, then laughs around a strawberry. ]

N-uh. Wouldn't dare. It's just an observation. [ his smile tapers. ] It's--nice of you. I've never received strawberries before.

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[ her brows furrow minutely. never? he's- had so many flings. although perhaps that's normal. flings don't necessarily translate to relationships, and from what she's observed, there's still somewhat of an expectation on the male side to provide these kinds of gifts.

it's fine. they probably won't talk about this ever again. ]

I would offer to send you more while they're in season, but I think that'd be the equivalent of spoiling you.

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Really..? [ he grins, and she’ll hear the shuffle of fabric as he lays back on his couch. ] I’m not— [ there almost seems to be a brief moment of consideration. ] that easy. It’ll take more than chocolate strawberries. [ beat. ] Not like you’re trying to spoil me. Are you?

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[ she can't help her amused huff: so, easy, but not that easy. good to know. ]

No. [ a second of hesitation, of reminding herself he probably won't remember. ] How can I when I know I'd ruin you for everyone else out there? That'd just be cruel.

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[ he laughs, quiet this time, barely above a hum that tapers into a yawn. ]

Yeah. ‘Cus everyone else out there's chirping at me instead of sending me chocolate strawberries. Hey. You know. Maybe it’s too early but—I hope you find someone good for you.

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Exactly. Everyone else out there is still way too far behind for me to start putting in genuine effort.

[ he sounds sleepy, words falling softer than wilted petals, and it's the only reason why she doesn't return his kind sentiment with a nice deflection made of sarcasm. ]

Thank you, Dick. [ a pause ] Get some sleep.

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Mmkay. [ with a soft laugh because a part of him knows it's true. she's on her own level. ] Thanks again for the--cheer-me-up. [ yawn. now a nap before he'll get up and roam. ] Night.