Pizza power

[bratwonder]

Who: Batfamily and friends!
What: Pizza! A family dinner. Quicklog.
Where: Kaitou's!
When: This afternoon-to-evening.

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[On the way out of Casa de BM]

[eatshootsnleves]

Roy: *hauls him out of his box by the scruff* Pizza, remember?
Jason: *sfdlkgfs shoveflail* FINE, I remember >:/
Roy: *stumble, grin, shove back* S'matter, Tommy, need your domino to go out in public?
Jason: *Is totally getting ready to attach said domino.* ... Maybe.
Roy: .... *smacks him*
Jason: Ow! What?! >:/
Roy: We're doing pizza. You idiot. Jesus, do all of you grow up to be Batman without other people to keep you in line, or is your youngest somehow spared that fate? *eyeroll, offhand, as he's strolling out the door*
Jason: *Mutter grumble, shoves the domino in his pocket.* That kid? Growing Bat ears as we speak, swear to fucking god. *Pause* The version at home, anyway.

[fairy_skies]

[Walking (hobbling in Jilly's case) with Dick. Enjoying the day without having to worry about getting eaten by monsters. Also getting to see Dick again, so smiles and good humor all around]

Amazing, the place is still standing.

[bratwonder]

[From the roof of said place]

C'mon, pizza is invincible!

[Hi thar, swinging down and landing right by you. Which might mean on Dick. Either is good.]

[knightprodigy]

[Pulls Jilly a little closer, balancing her as he turns just in time to catch that (and Tim) full on? Oof! He laughs and props Tim on the ground.

Thinks potentially about scolding him for swinging from a rooftop in broad daylight, but fff ruffles instead.]

With you guarding it, sure, pizza is invincible.

[fairy_skies]

[Grinning at Tim and leaning against Dick a bit.]

I'm beginning to think it's one of the truths of the universe. You've been getting into the jumping candy again haven't you.

[tightpantsrawr]

[Sits down at one of the tables, leans back in the chair, and swings his legs up to rest his feet on the table, looking expectant. He was promised free pizza, after all.

C'mon, deliver the goods, Dickybird.]

[eatshootsnleves]

[Cheerily.]

You're disgusting, y'know that? I know five-year-olds with better manners.

[fairy_skies]

[Plopped down not far away, grinning.]

I don't think a five-year-old's legs would reach far enough.

[knightprodigy]

[Pushing Jilly's chair in?] Could the two of you sound any more like an old married couple, seriously?

[darkknightfall]

[No sneaking this time. Nope. Showing up in the open, for once, though that may have something to do with the fact that he's coming with Yoite, who he's not sure can make it without a little support along the way after being so severely drained by using so much Kira, and Giselle, who is... decidedly not subtle, especially when she's in a good mood like today. Then again, perhaps it's good that they make him act a little bit more like a normal human being some of the time. Though given the guest list, how long that's going to last is questionable...]

Tim.

[bratwonder]

What?

[Innocent! He didn't do anything! Yet.]

Hey, guys.

[darkknightfall]

[Yeaaaah, he knows he's not going to be able to stop Tim from causing trouble.]

Don't do anything you wouldn't do if Alfred were here.

[bratwonder]

[BEAMS. Oh, the possibilities that leaves.]

Yes, sir.

[Bows. Sweeps the door open, but this time the full motion is full of drama and over-the-top sarcastic. Your pizza parlor, sir.]

[erasemeaway]

[The boy really should be at home resting, given his unsteady gait, but he insisted he come, and walk on his own, though his arm was firmly locked into Clark's for stability. He clutched a shawl close, breathing harsh, eyes shadowed, skin pale. Yet for all of the numerous signs of his disease, his milky blue eyes were wide and curious, his expression eager, tiny curl of a smile at the ends of his lips. He didn't get outside much nowadays beyond being ferried to and from the Clinic and the house. He curled his hands tighter in the shawl, shifting in shoes he had borrowed from one of his housemates.]

It smells good.

[bratwonder]

[Pulling out a seat for him with a scraaape.]

Don't tell me you've never had pizza before.

[erasemeaway]

[Able to hear the obnoxious scraping, so therefore he can find the chair, he paws the back of it with his hands and gimps about to seat himself.]

It's been a really long time.

[bratwonder]

[Justasplanned. All pretenses at gentlemanliness finally done with, he drops into a seat himself!]

So hey, do you know everybody around here? Or most people, anyway.