{{…I should probably end this M!A soon. I’m in overtime already.
Oops.}}
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Don’t tell me if I’m dying
‘Cause I don’t wanna know
If I can’t see the sun
Maybe I should go…
Page 16 of Teen Titans: X; a fan comic by my friend Pg-chan and I.
What’s it about? Our (wishful) theory of who Red X is.
{{…
*officially boards ship*
AhaIguessitjusttookalittleprompting |D}}
Yep. Pretty much.
FUCK YES RIGHT NOW. RIGHT IN THE BAD FEELS.
//praying that this will never ever happen to me. And if you ever see me this way I promise that I don’t.
{{I’d be upset, but I don’t think I can hold it against anyone if they find a Red X they prefer that’s more reliable…it’s bound to happen eventually. |’D}}
pop-me-im-your-prescription replied to your post: Lithium gasps before scooping up the young boy in a tight hug. “You’re so cute! Wanna go rob a jewelry store together?”
She pouts, setting him down gently. “I’m not crazy. Come on, give me a chance, cutie. How about we go for…“Don’t think of it as charity. Think of it as a mutually beneficial exchange. You get lunch and I get to spend time with you. What do you say?” She smiled at him, offering her hand to him.
To spend time with me? Is that all? But no — can’t be. Rule number one. He’d learnt that the hard way.
Still…the offer of food…
He thinks about the pocket knife he keeps in his sock at all times, and the thought causes him to straighten his shoulders a little more. “…Alright,” he answers eventually, evenly, but is careful to keep a certain air of detachment and suspicion about him. “Okay.”
“I’m glad you came around. Where do you want to eat?” She asked, smiling at him. “I can take you anywhere you like, just tell me.” She said, waiting for him to give her a name.
She could feel how weary and suspicious he was and she disliked it, but she wasn’t wholly surprised by it. She was a stranger to the boy, after all.
But Lithium, single minded and focused, was ready to work for even the smallest molecule of his trust. Or at least until he wasn’t fighting her every step.
Jason mulls it over. Opens his mouth and shuts it again. Opens his mouth. Shuts it.
… Where would he like to eat? What places were there in this weird, foreign city?
In the end, he just shrugs non-committally and shoves his hands in his pockets. “…I dunno. Wherever, I guess,” he mumbles, glancing down at the concrete.
“Well, how about a buffet? I know a good Chinese and Japanese buffet near by. You can eat as much as you want.” She offered, putting her hands on her hips as she thought.
“Or I could take you to a nicer restaurant, but I’d have to get you clean clothes before we go there.” She said, tugging at her belt a bit.
“But I refuse to take you to a fast food joint. That shit’s nasty.”
“A restaurant…?” His mouth pops open and hangs, eyes widening. “Like…those really fancy places?” He’d sometimes seen the queues — Gotham’s distinguished and privileged few in all of their finery. He’d imagined tables piled with all variety of foods, and felt such acute stabs of jealousy it should have left a physical scar.
But a buffet? You can eat as much as you want. His stomach seems to agree with him — raucously (causing him to blush again) — and, trying not to sound too eager, he shrugs once more. “Uh…the buffet,” he decides, and swallows, because he’s starting to salivate at the thought of so much food.
{{/casually leaving trolling messages of BBTerra sadness in Albany’s askbox as I write this fanfic}}((GRACIE YOU EVIL PERSON. WHAT A FANTASTIC IDEA. -goes to do so with AquaTerra stuffs-))
{{Between the two of us, we will turn Albany’s emotions into mush.
HER HEART IS PUTTY IN OUR HANDS.
}}
{{/casually leaving trolling messages of BBTerra sadness in Albany’s askbox as I write this fanfic}}
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
this is a good song! :) “All These Things I’ve Done” by The Killers from their album, Hot Fuss.
Reasons why I don’t like starting conversations first.
- I feel annoying.
- I feel like you might not want to talk.
- I feel unwanted when you don’t reply.
- It normally turns awkward and fades out.
However
- If you talk to me first and make attempts to keep conversation going you are a holy being in my mind.
Page 14 of Teen Titans: X; a fan comic by my friend Pg-chan and I.
What’s it about? Our (wishful) theory of who Red X is.
{{…Okayokay. IshipStarXnow. Sosueme.}}
Page 15 of Teen Titans: X; a fan comic by my friend Pg-chan and I.
What’s it about? Our (wishful) theory of who Red X is.
{{My sister just came up. Aaaaand that’s my cue to go to bed.
@Lithium: I will reply after sleeeeeeeeep}}
'Ello my duckie! Care for a spat o' tea ol' chap? Jolly good day we are having fella, I do say!
AnonymousJason blinks up at the anon, confusion plain on his face. “…What the hell are you on about?”
{{Yes, very good, old chap! I would like to, but alas, I cannot. It’s a jolly shame. But I already scheduled my daily afternoon tea with the Queen for right now, and you know how iffy she can get when she doesn’t have company when enjoying a spot of crumpets.}}
