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Aug 08, 2011 03:12

Who: Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Suite 34
Summary: What better way to spend a delightful Sunday afternoon...
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A

( than with a charming picnic? )

stephanie brown, damian wayne

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thebat_brat August 8 2011, 02:30:08 UTC

His line of sight shoots to the door when he hears the knock, but it's the voice that causes his eyebrows to shoot up. He'd expected Grayson, newly reanimated, Lili maybe, or possibly Todd. Or not, Todd wouldn't knock. But Stephanie? Well, he should have expected her. Maybe he'd been expecting her since their first conversation.

Not that Drake hadn't kept her busy.

He'd been combing the network punctually, every five minutes or so. There's little else to do, and he's concerned with the Consortium's 'virus.' Especially if it's as bad as the 'last time' Tsunade mentioned.

However, he can't keep seated here... forever. He does have to answer the door. Doesn't he? But that's remarkably different from having a brief audio conversation. Remarkably different when she doesn't remember anything. Mechanically he opens the door, half way, "You shouldn't be mingling, Brown. How do you know I'm not infected ( ... )

felldown7gotup8 August 8 2011, 02:56:10 UTC

Steph felt as though something was squeezing her heart. Those changes that would be noticeable even to someone who saw him every day; to her they were a slap in the face. God, he was almost as tall as she was! For her, it'd only been a few weeks. No kid changed that much so quickly. It was this more than anything that drove home the reality of what had happened to them. She felt a prickling at the corner of her eyes and smiled wider to fight back against it. She could never let him see ( ... )

thebat_brat August 8 2011, 22:33:45 UTC

He wants to tell her she's babbling again. Leave it at that, period. The awkward silence would stretch, for you see, he's a master of shutting down conversation. She might even become uncomfortable enough to leave. Or not. She's Brown. And terribly predictable in her unpredictability.

"I wouldn't share a water bottle with you, anyway." he snaps, shortly at her, but with no malice. It's juvenile, he knows, but, it feels surprisingly good. "I feel fine. But incubation period must be anywhere from five to six hours." He's been watching the network. Sharply. "Contagion is aggressive. And seemingly airborn."

Regardless, he takes a step aside. The room is a mishmash, most notably indicated by the bunkbeds. The bottom is done neatly-- the top, not so much.

felldown7gotup8 August 8 2011, 23:38:44 UTC

"Aw, but Damian, sharing is caring!" Steph's smile widens. That was better. Heaven help her; she never thought she'd actually be happy to hear him snipe at her. She's also glad to hear that his analysis of the virus seems to mesh with her own for the most part.

As soon as he steps aside, Steph pushes past, addressing his concern over her shoulder as she does. "From what I can tell, the Facility's pretty thoroughly internally ventilated. If this bug is airborne, then we're all already exposed. It's too contained a space." Amazing what a girl could pick up in a year of impromptu nursing. "As for the rest, we'll take precautions, but yeah it is a calculated risk."

Dumping her bag on the desk, she strolled over to perch on the bottom bunk, not really noticing her surroundings. She's still a bit hung up on this flash forward into the future of one Damian Wayne. "One I wouldn't have had to take if you'd come to see me before this, I'll point out."

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