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[Someone's taken a half-day at work so he can drop by the Hammer-House with the latest numbers and figures. He's left papers on Captain Hammer's (or Dad as Dick knows him) desk, after filing away the untouched papers he left there two days ago. Siiiigh.
We join him in the conservatory of the Hammer-Household, his journal lays open on the table next to him. There's not much to be heard with the exception of the heavy rain pounding down on the glass window panes, the occasional scratching of pen against paper, and the scrunching of rejected ideas being tossed to the floor.
'Dear Jilly, I-'
'I've wanted to tell you something for a long time now, and I-'
'There's not really ever been a right time for me to say this...'
'After everything we've been through-'
'Jilly, I think I-'
Insert pencil chewing sounds here.]
Come on, Grayson.
[Muttered;]
Just come out and say it already.
[He writes;
'Jilly'
There's a pause before he begins again.
'I love you.'
Ngh, no. Too much. It, too, is tossed.]
[OOC: Dick is part of this awesometastic group loss. The scraps will later be found by Captain Hammerpants, what he makes of them however, is entirely up to his special brand of genius.]
We join him in the conservatory of the Hammer-Household, his journal lays open on the table next to him. There's not much to be heard with the exception of the heavy rain pounding down on the glass window panes, the occasional scratching of pen against paper, and the scrunching of rejected ideas being tossed to the floor.
'Dear Jilly, I-'
'I've wanted to tell you something for a long time now, and I-'
'There's not really ever been a right time for me to say this...'
'After everything we've been through-'
'Jilly, I think I-'
Insert pencil chewing sounds here.]
Come on, Grayson.
[Muttered;]
Just come out and say it already.
[He writes;
'Jilly'
There's a pause before he begins again.
'I love you.'
Ngh, no. Too much. It, too, is tossed.]
[OOC: Dick is part of this awesometastic group loss. The scraps will later be found by Captain Hammerpants, what he makes of them however, is entirely up to his special brand of genius.]