[ Baby no, don't you doubt yourself. He's just stupid. The only jokes he's heard for the past few years are the ones he's cracking, and whatever lame goofs that emanator of elation was making when he got them sloshed outta their gourd. He's out of practice with joy, that's all. ]
Reckon I just ain't spendin' enough time around funny people. You're gonna have to break me in easy.
[ Idly, he leans in and flicks at the curl of hair next to her face with a grin, so she knows he's teasing her back. ]
We should get outta here sooner rather than later, if you catch my drift. IPC'll be here any minute.
[ She really should have suspected there would be a hair flip in her future because she had seen it coming. Instead she can’t help but blink in surprise, some colour rising to her cheeks at the compliment and showing starkly against her pale, creamy complexion. Being who she was she’d had to learn how to be courteous to any number of compliments thrown her way. But being called funny (genuinely funny) had never really been one of them.
Taken aback, it takes her a second to clue into what he’s saying. But when she does she nods. ]
Right. You’re in luck — I happen to have access to a getaway car.
[ With an elegant, somewhat exaggerated sweeping motion she gestures to the car. And with a little bit of boldness, she steps forward, gently grabbing a hold of his wrist to pull him in after her. ]
To the tailor’s please!
SURPRISE BENCH BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME
[ Break him in gently, or don't break him in at all.
There's a moment of delay, where Boothill's arm doesn't move with her hand; a tiny second, like the hitch between a conductor's wand moving and the opening note of a song. Then his chip finishes processing, and lets the rest of his hydraulics submit to her instruction, and he grabs his hat to keep it from getting knocked off when she pulls him into the car.
His laugh is boisterous, as he enjoy the moment of feigned outlawhood (which is very real, depending on where someone thinks the IPC's authority ends and the Family's begins), and dumps himself unceremoniously into the seat next to Robin. If only his getaways were this cozy half the time, or had this much leg room. Still, Boothill twists in his seat rather than get comfortable, crowding Robin in her seat as he peers through the back window at the swiftly retreating alleyway. Despite his laughter, and the grin that played across his mouth when he first saw Robin, he can't quite relax until he's certain that they're not being followed. ]
[ Perhaps she's always been perceptive thanks to a life time of dutifully watching and observing Sunday as little sisters who care for their older brothers are want to do, or because she's so attuned to the music of people and things around her that she can sense hesitation as a result. Whatever the reason she notices the split second drag of air and worries that maybe she's been too forward.
But then he's running along with her. And more than that - he's laughing. For a moment she can't help but watch him, observing how unabashed, how unrestrained it is. How it softens his jagged edges and makes him look younger. Something light, like bubbles rises in her chest at the sound dispelling the momentary doubt that she'd had until they result in her own laughter to accompany his.
Here in the back seat of this car it feels like they're in a world of their own, away from the Family, the IPC and the Sweet Dream. It allows her to forget herself and that her hand is placed still so lightly on his. Her wings flutter a moment, the only sign that she's flustered that she'll allow herself, before smoothly removing her hand back onto her lap. ]
They're discreet. Just in case you were worried about that. And of course you won't have to worry about payment of any kind. Consider it a gift from me to you for the favour you're doing for me.
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Reckon I just ain't spendin' enough time around funny people. You're gonna have to break me in easy.
[ Idly, he leans in and flicks at the curl of hair next to her face with a grin, so she knows he's teasing her back. ]
We should get outta here sooner rather than later, if you catch my drift. IPC'll be here any minute.
[ babygirl did an arson :) ]
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Taken aback, it takes her a second to clue into what he’s saying. But when she does she nods. ]
Right. You’re in luck — I happen to have access to a getaway car.
[ With an elegant, somewhat exaggerated sweeping motion she gestures to the car. And with a little bit of boldness, she steps forward, gently grabbing a hold of his wrist to pull him in after her. ]
To the tailor’s please!
SURPRISE BENCH BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME
There's a moment of delay, where Boothill's arm doesn't move with her hand; a tiny second, like the hitch between a conductor's wand moving and the opening note of a song. Then his chip finishes processing, and lets the rest of his hydraulics submit to her instruction, and he grabs his hat to keep it from getting knocked off when she pulls him into the car.
His laugh is boisterous, as he enjoy the moment of feigned outlawhood (which is very real, depending on where someone thinks the IPC's authority ends and the Family's begins), and dumps himself unceremoniously into the seat next to Robin. If only his getaways were this cozy half the time, or had this much leg room. Still, Boothill twists in his seat rather than get comfortable, crowding Robin in her seat as he peers through the back window at the swiftly retreating alleyway. Despite his laughter, and the grin that played across his mouth when he first saw Robin, he can't quite relax until he's certain that they're not being followed. ]
... A'ight.
FRIENDSHIP OVER IF YOU FORGET ABOUT THEM
But then he's running along with her. And more than that - he's laughing. For a moment she can't help but watch him, observing how unabashed, how unrestrained it is. How it softens his jagged edges and makes him look younger. Something light, like bubbles rises in her chest at the sound dispelling the momentary doubt that she'd had until they result in her own laughter to accompany his.
Here in the back seat of this car it feels like they're in a world of their own, away from the Family, the IPC and the Sweet Dream. It allows her to forget herself and that her hand is placed still so lightly on his. Her wings flutter a moment, the only sign that she's flustered that she'll allow herself, before smoothly removing her hand back onto her lap. ]
They're discreet. Just in case you were worried about that. And of course you won't have to worry about payment of any kind. Consider it a gift from me to you for the favour you're doing for me.