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[oorah]

[ he laughs, a rough and gravelly sound. ] Yeah, you liked that? [ being compared to cap. obviously, he was only referring to her powerset, something he only vaguely knows the limits of anyway. ]

I don't think you need my protection, no. [ more like he needs protection from her, if he were honest. he'd like to avoid that if possible. ] This isn't chivalry, so don't get it twisted.

You had your joke at my expense, it was funny. But it's getting old now.

[ he laces his fingers on the bar, no fourth beer for him it would seem. ]

[shittier]

[ she inhales deeply, pushing her hair behind her ears. this definitely isn't where she had wanted the night to go--the note she wanted it to end on--but him sitting there on stand-by after finishing his drink lets her know that even the punisher has his limits. ]

Shit... [ she whispers softly to herself. ] I guess the last thing you need after being beat up physically is to be beat up verbally.

[ digging into the pocket of her jacket, she takes out a messy wad of cash and sets it on the counter. ]

It's on me. [ a small pause, before she continues. ] I'm sorry.

[oorah]

Hey, hey, don't do that. Don't do that. Put that away.

[ he waves his hand, but if she wants to tip their bartender handsomely... well. they probably should. frank doesn't try to remove the money from the bar just, wow this is mortifying. thanks, he hates it all. ]

I can take it, you're fine. [ but he's getting up, since he's guessing this fucking night is over. he checks his hood to make sure it's all the way up and turns away from her with a pitchy sigh, stopping so he can (of course) have the final word. ] Next time, just say what you mean. To some people, a drink is still just a drink.

[ he snorts to himself, truly in self-deprecation. ] I really am an old-fashioned son of a bitch.

[shittier]

[ next time, he says, and it draws her glance over to him. all she does is offer a small nod. ]

Yeah? You can reach out too, you know. I know this whole one sided friendship deal is kind of your your thing, but... It doesn't have to be. With me.

[ the good thing about her not having expectations for herself means she usually doesn't have expectations for others. ]

[oorah]

[ he stays there, stopped in his tracks as he lets the words wash over him. Frank, people give a shit about you. curt's voice in his ear. first she says she just wants to screw him, now after beating him up all night, she wants to be friends. if he wasn't legitimately into this sort of thing, he'd probably tell her off. as it is, he nods, ducking his head to hide his smile though she'll probably hear it anyway. ]

Yeah, I'll uh. Send you a meme or something.

[ amy's been teaching him all about those, bless her heart. okay, now he's really going to go or he probably won't... ever.

but then true to his word, just about exactly 48 hours later she'll receive this text message from a burner number. ]



[ clearly this is appropriate for their every interaction so he sends it sans commentary. ]

[shittier]

[ she kind of looks to the side before looking back at him, and just kind of nods back at his response with a brow raised.

and then about 2 days later that mother fucker actually sends her a meme and it's funny but she also kind of wants to hit him for it, too. ]

sorry, wrong number

[oorah]

didn't like that one huh

[ you guessed it here comes another ]

[shittier]

tried that tonight

didn't work out so well for me

next

[ she's reaching for the orange chicken right about now questioning her life choices. ]

[oorah]

yes ma'am

[shittier]

mmm, nope

don't have an argument for that one

[oorah]

is that meant for me or meant to resonate with me

[shittier]

good point

both

[oorah]

i have my moments

[shittier]

who are you kidding things have always been bad

good night, you son of a bitch

[oorah]

always always?

[ he's ignoring you, you just said you're eating orange chicken not sleepinG!!! ]

[shittier]

well my family died when i was just a kid and then i got put with a psycho bitch who just wanted to use my adoption as good PR for her actual daughter, so

yeah, i'd go with always



[ she's moved onto mongolian beef now, tyvm ]

[oorah]

that went to a super dark place

[shittier]

see? always

[oorah]

he's got a point you know

i'm sorry about your family.

[shittier]

same

at least i have your shitty memes

[oorah]

you do yeah

[ and his ear, whatever that's worth. ]

my parents were real upstanding people you know. they loved me no matter what dumbass thing i did and it won't surprise you i found something new every day. i didn't get it til i had my own kids, my own son. i'd forgive that little shithead anything.

[shittier]

thats actually kind of helpful

now i don't have to wonder if you've always been this much of a pain in the ass or if you were just born that way

[ and now she knows. ]

i'm sure both our folks would be happy with the kind of upstanding citizens we've become

[oorah]

see there's your silver lining. they didn't live long enough to see their kids become shitstains.

[ strangely upbeat for a serial killer, isn't he? ]

[shittier]

i didn't know

i mean i knew about your family, but not your parents

sorry

[ look at these two peas in a pod. ]

[oorah]

they were old.

[ there's a thank you/it's okay in there somewhere, probably... ]

are you memed out?