Comments | paradisa: ♘ | 031 | Voice

knightprodigy in paradisa

♘ | 031 | Voice | Filtered to Harmony

Dec 02, 2010 06:24

Hey, Harmony? [Yes, he's treating the journal like an answering machine, so?Listen, I still feel bad about the way I treated you, and when I said I'd make it up to you, I actually meant it. I won't bore you with the details about why it's taken me so long, the point is that it shouldn't ( Read more... )

dick grayson

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iamdamnloyal December 2 2010, 06:55:38 UTC

[she stares at this for a long time. Like -- a long, long time, because -- Does she even OWN sweats?

Okay. Wait. There's far more serious things to be considering about this near-ramble of a voicemail-treatment to the journal. Yes, she was hurt when she was instantly judged by her beverage choice, but wasn't Roy just telling her that people will come around?

Maybe this was that coming around? He was cute, and he seemed to be genuine in his efforts. Thank goodness for voice posts magically recording.

Rather than reply back, she just wishes up something fitting for going to the gym. It's not like she's used to going to the gym, all she ever did in high school was fake cramps to get out of gym.

She shows up though, looking slightly unsure.]

Uhm... hi? [little wave]

knightprodigy December 4 2010, 02:34:02 UTC

[Dick is busy beating the seven bells out of a punching bag, but he stops, steadies the bag, and dabs the towel around his shoulders to his face, wiping away beads of sweat the minute Harmony enters the gym.

He hadn't been sure at what point she would get his message, or even if she would come but! here she is, suited and booted no less.

Things are definitely looking up!]

Glad you could make it.

iamdamnloyal December 4 2010, 07:06:01 UTC

[she nodded, smiling politely, but wary]

You don't think I'm fat, do you? Because, I mean, I totally walk like five miles a day.

knightprodigy December 4 2010, 07:47:38 UTC

[The thought is so far out of Dick's mind that it takes him a few seconds to even catch on to what she's talking about.]

What? No. No, not at all. You look fine.

[He sighs, runs a hand through his hair, then motions at the gym horse. He walks over to stands to one side of it, to help her up if need be.]

C'mon, grab a seat.

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