He's in university John. Second year. He's older than I was when I met you.
So. Yes. You don't see any greys, do you? [She's holding up some of her hair, which, no, shows no sign of anything but pitch-black and shampoo-commercial shiny. Homo magi genes and Brazilian blow-outs do a girl good.]
[ he just barely holds back the eye roll. this is clearly affecting her, ao he doesn't want to make light of it. even though with anyone else, he would without a thought spared for their feelings. it helps that her worries are unfounded, too. ]
It's good to see you too. [Though there's enough concern in her face for her to truthfully say he looks good, with how tired he looks. But it's nice to look at him nontheless. Because she's always going to look at him the same way she did at nineteen, when she'd had to sneak out of the house to meet him.
"What happened to that nice Wayne boy?" had been a very frequent refrain from Giovanni during that phase. Not that he'd liked the idea of Bruce with his daughter before that.]
[ he smiles a little and it makes him look a bit younger himself, just for a second. then it's gone and the exhaustion reclaims him, almost seeming too tired to hold the phone up even though he shows no signs of wanting to end the call. ]
Get some sleep, John. I'll let Chas know when the bunny's ready for adoption.
Thanks for putting up with me. [She blows him a kiss without a second thought, because Zatanna flirts like she breathes.] One of those charms under your pillow should make for a good night's sleep, too.
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[She's waving her hand a little] Or ask Chas if his daughter might want one. Wait... is she still young enough for a bunny to win Dad Points?
'Cause Tim just sent me an email from a university address and that might be kinda why I got in to the wine.
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[ he sounds horrified at the notion, honestly. ]
I'll float it by him, as long as Renee doesn't know it was my idea she might even go along with it.
[ so he's finding a home for a baby bunny as well as talking to his drunk ex, apparently. what a productive night. ]
Feeling your own mortality tonight, Zatanna?
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So. Yes. You don't see any greys, do you? [She's holding up some of her hair, which, no, shows no sign of anything but pitch-black and shampoo-commercial shiny. Homo magi genes and Brazilian blow-outs do a girl good.]
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You look the same as you did then. Even better.
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It's good to see you too. [Though there's enough concern in her face for her to truthfully say he looks good, with how tired he looks. But it's nice to look at him nontheless. Because she's always going to look at him the same way she did at nineteen, when she'd had to sneak out of the house to meet him.
"What happened to that nice Wayne boy?" had been a very frequent refrain from Giovanni during that phase. Not that he'd liked the idea of Bruce with his daughter before that.]
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[ he smiles a little and it makes him look a bit younger himself, just for a second. then it's gone and the exhaustion reclaims him, almost seeming too tired to hold the phone up even though he shows no signs of wanting to end the call. ]
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Thanks for putting up with me. [She blows him a kiss without a second thought, because Zatanna flirts like she breathes.] One of those charms under your pillow should make for a good night's sleep, too.
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Yeah, yeah. Sweet dreams, luv.
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