ONE HUNDRED FOUR

[tehpuck]

[Voice Post | | Accidental Enough • Real Time Post]

[He's been making noise for the past half-hour, mumbling in a miriad of languages, all snipplets of words or long-past conversations. Suffice to say, he's hardly coherent. This isn't a movie, he won't awaken in seconds, gaining conciousness is slow, now

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[captainshort]

[She's been circling the City with no small amount of anxiety. When the entry flashes across her visor screen, she freezes in the air and quickly records a hasty voice reply from her helmet.

If there's relief in her tone, Robin, she's trying to mask it.]

Well, look who's finally up.

[tehpuck]

Took me long enough, didn't it. Still, nothing can keep me down... occasionally literally.

[captainshort]

[A quiet chuckle from her end masks the murmured words (in strikes).]

Almost too long for comfort. Don't I know it, Robin.

[tehpuck]

Would you like to test that theory?

[Because everything can be taken suggestively, and it always, always will.]

[captainshort]

[Not that you can see it, but she's raising her eyebrow at this - and was that a snort? She perches on the edge of a building to focus on the conversation.]

I have a feeling you would, but I think I'll pass, thanks. [Lightness and amusement sugarcoat the concern.] You must be feeling better then, to be cracking jokes like that so soon.

[tehpuck]

I have to do something to distract from the overgrown, whining chicken in bed with me. Clothed, of course. Really, if one is going to burden me with their dead weight, they may as well make it interesting.

[Huff, sigh, the indignity of it all!]

[captainshort]

You burdened him with your dead weight a few days ago. I think 'chicken' is a bit much.

[Mutter conveniently lost in a brief rush of static. The remark after it is said idly. Holly leans back on the building ledge and scans the entry scrolling across her screen as she comments,]

Well, I'm glad to serve as the distraction, for once. At least it's not the idiotic 'damsel-in-distress' distraction the boys at Academy made me do. Pointless.

[Distraction? Distraction.]

[tehpuck]

Cockatoo has been overused, at this point, and it's giving him far too much credit.

Damsel-in-distress? At least tell me there was a romantic reunion. [Voyeur? Voyeur.]

[captainshort]

[Tread carefully, Captain Short.] But I'm sure he deserves some.

... Robin, this was a police academy. Definitely an outlet for cadets to prove that they were manly and tough. [snort.] But I'm pretty damn sure our superiors would've objected to using the place as an outlet for a different sort of... manliness.

[tehpuck]

Then you give it to him.

Puritan bastards. You have my sympathies.

[captainshort]

[She pauses, shifting her focus beyond her visor to the City before her, thinking. Should she ask? She shared an apartment with him for months, but the elf couldn't always be sure when she wanted to ask something more personal than a, "How are you?"

Evenly, politely,] And you can't?

Somehow, I didn't feel the loss too much. But thanks.

[tehpuck]

I have always believed in giving credit where it's due, Holly.

[captainshort]

And isn't it?

[tehpuck]

1/3

[captainshort]

[At first she's puzzled by the silence. Her reception was fine, did it not go through? She opens her mouth to speak again, then pauses.]

[captainshort]