[ sheβll hear his laughter and poor attempt at holding it back as it bursts bright and airy. ] Fuckβyou really said that. [ another string of frayed chuckles. ] Youβre reallyβseriously, Margs, youβre, heh--great. Donβt know about [ snort ] baby dick [ snort ] but Iβm cheered up. Thanks. [ a chuckle and sigh. ]
Thereβs no way you donβt know that chocolate covered strawberries are usually romantic though.
[ 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?
[ 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.
Really..? [ he grins, and sheβll hear the shuffle of fabric as he lays back on his couch. ] Iβm notβ [ there almost seems to be a brief moment of consideration. ] that easy. Itβll take more than chocolate strawberries. [ beat. ] Not like youβre trying to spoil me. Are you?
[ 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.
[ he laughs, quiet this time, barely above a hum that tapers into a yawn. ]
Yeah. βCus everyone else out there's chirping at me instead of sending me chocolate strawberries. Hey. You know. Maybe itβs too early butβI hope you find someone good for you.
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. ]
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.
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Thereβs no way you donβt know that chocolate covered strawberries are usually romantic though.
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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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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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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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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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Yeah. βCus everyone else out there's chirping at me instead of sending me chocolate strawberries. Hey. You know. Maybe itβs too early butβI hope you find someone good for you.
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[ 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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