text, @TARANTO, day 2 of the cave in

[heavyhitter]

[ it might take a while for this whole post to load on the bling comm, what with the awful reception going around, but it'll pop up eventually: ]

hey do you guys wanna hear the saddest story in the world? of course you do

so i was down here, you know, trapped and bored, and fucking around on my cell even though that's maybe not my best idea ever because there's sure as hell no solar recharge down here and what else am i gonna do for light, make a torch (hell no)
anyway point is i just noticed it's my fucking birthday today back home
so this is probably the shittiest birthday yet
i just wanted to make you guys all aware of how bad you should be feeling for me. as soon as i punch my way out of here i'll start accepting pity/condolence/regular birthday presents, so have them ready

Comments

[gutpunching]

[Sort of, actually, if you look at it right. Of course, that's more a matter of being Robin than being Jason Todd, and he doesn't do that anymore.]

Oh, yeah. Hit it real big posthumously.

[Isn't that always how it goes. (This is sarcasm, Ramir.)]

[heavyhitter]

i'm so impressed
hey next time i find you down here can i get a signature

[gutpunching]

Well, I guess it is your birthday.

[Just what you wanted, right.]

1/2

[heavyhitter]

oh shit that's right what else can i ask for

[ this is absolutely where the flirting would go... a month ago. sigh. ]

[heavyhitter]

wait i got it
how generous are you feeling

[gutpunching]

[Poor Ramir, your suffering is so real. Look at you being a Good Girlfriend.

But wow that's a potentially ominous question. Predictably, he'll go about dodging it.]

That depends. What am I being generous about?

[heavyhitter]

[ that's right it is, please appreciate that restraint ]

squidges
squidgesitting, in particular

[gutpunching]

[Ramir he's already lost his, do you really want to go down this route.]

Pass.

[What a hero.]

[heavyhitter]

come ooooonnnnn
it's my birthdaaayyyyyy

[gutpunching]

[Ramir you seem to be mistaking him for a Nice Guy who does Nice Things on the regular.]

Occasions such as these are best spent with family, don't you think?

[heavyhitter]

are you sure you wanna go that route for an out, because you're about the closest thing i got here

[gutpunching]

[Ah.

The frank way she says shit like that is enough to throw a wrench into his rhythm and shut him up for a beat. Of course, tone and text are tricky things even without the touchy topics—]

Flattery will get you nowhere.

[(Shouldn't the boyfriend rate a little higher than him on that account, anyway... Not that he's keeping score.)]

[heavyhitter]

[ she notes that pause, and figures with some pleased satisfaction she'd managed to throw him off. it's half the reason for it, really. (the other half being, of course, you never know when someone will get shipped off to another team and not come back again. gotta say these things while you can.) ]

damn you are solid on this no
fine okay FIND me a sitter that's an acceptable alternative

[gutpunching]

[Don't get smug. Maybe it's just the interference cutting in and not a factor of any deep seated issues on his part. You don't know.]

Sure. I'll just go knock on some doors. See if anyone of the neighbors are free on this side of the catacombs.

[heavyhitter]

come on not NOW, what else do i have to do around here except keep an eye on vito
i mean after we bust out of here

[ which they are definitely, definitely going to do. soon. ]