gigadevilbreaker | Imeeji

[There's a touch of frustration in his sigh, but. Whatever.]

And you already told the newbie?

[Anyways can they head to his room now please]

[???]

Yeah? Why would I let that little asshole call me by a nickname?

[also yes, yes they can]

Edited 2020-01-21 23:41 (UTC)

[That-- doesn't make sense to him, so Griffin just mutters,]

I just woulda liked to call you your real name. Jason Todd's a good name.

... Is this a demon thing?

[he just needs to clarify]

Because most people take nicknames as, you know, a sign of being close.

Uh... I dunno. Real names just feel. Important. That's the real you.

Sayin' it out loud, maybe it is a demon thing... I just thought it was a respect thing. [s-shrug]

'Course it is.

[well... guess he's just going to sigh a little, and then offer a half shrug.]

Sorry. Didn't think it was that big of a deal.

Guess I never really thought about it. People likin' nicknames, I mean.

[He tilts his head in contemplation as he opens the door to his room]

Did you like 'Jaybird'?

[he considers for a moment]

... I guess I kind of did. But C calls me that, too. And I like him well enough.

[one day he will remember that's what Roy calls him, and will be 5000% more attached to it]

[Teasing,] God I hope you're not sleeping with C. How would you explain that t'the horse he married?

Bluntly and with zero tact.

[a pause]

... Exactly how many people do you think I'm sleeping with? Just out of curiosity.

Isn't it just Silk and Glacies...?

[After that conversation, he's fairly sure ~~Jay~~ Jason would tell him about any more. Right?]

Just checking.

The degenerate thing is... 25% an act.

[but he'll never say which percent is not]

[Chuffs a little, amused]

That another 'secret identity' thing?

Been talking to Talon, huh.

Happened t'glance at one of his memories. Those were some, uh... outfit choices, there.

[there's a half amused breath that escapes his lips, and he leans back against the wall, folding his arms over his chest.]

I actually have my outfit here. One of 'em, anyway. Just, no point in running around with a mask on right now. But if I could, I'd change my idol name to 'Red Hood.'

That'd piss me off less than 'Firestarter.'

Not 'Red Helmet'?

[They're... they're in his room, so maybe this is okay. If he comes within an arm's length and peers at the skin. Seeing if he could spot the missing scars.

The last time they were this close and one of them was up against a wall, they were kissing. And then they fucked.]

...They're trying t'make a dig at you for the burns, huh.

Red Hood.

[he's amused as he says it-- he knows what he's getting at, but doesn't care. that's who he was. however, it's impossible to not notice that Griffin was staring, and so he reaches up, and pulls his collar down slightly, so he can see the burns are gone.

it's brief, and he drops his hand soon after, shrugging.]

Or the bombs. I know how to make those, too.

[The relief is clear on Griffin's face, and he relaxes just enough to remember to feel awkward about standing so close. It's okay, right? Jason hadn't pushed him away or moved to give himself more breathing room. He...

He wants to touch Jason's neck, to feel the healed skin with his own hand but. Stops himself again, unsure. Another aborted twitch and a flush of pink.]

I don't think you'd accidentally blow yourself up, at least.

[there's a flash of something, and then, haltingly]

I think I was beaten to death, actually.

[he definitely doesn't move back. but he half-- isn't sure what to expect. but might as well say it, right?]

[That takes him off guard. Griffin's head whips up, eyes wide and disbelieving. Who the hell could beat JASON to death? He was already fucking tough, and-- Griffin couldn't suppress the protective surge that welled up inside him.]

What... the hell?

[he shrugs again, and pushes away from the wall.]

Eh, crowbars have come up enough that it seems to be a pretty well known fact.

Plus, you know, the fact that I decided to use one to beat the face in of the guy that did it. Made sure to ask him which way hurt the most.

Worst part? It didn't even feel satisfying.

[Griffin stays in place as he watches Jason push away. His expression steels as he listens to him, but by the end, there is something darker in his eyes.]

...You're right. That does suck.

Revenge oughta have the decency to be enjoyable.

Don't think it's ever gonna be that way with that asshole. He's so far gone, everything's a joke to him.

Even my life.

[he doesn't look back to notice the darkness in Griff's eyes.

not that he doesn't have something dark in his own eyes. but this is enough-- time to loosen up.]

Anyway, you wanted me to pick up a book?

Well I hope you killed him.

[That's the last he'll say on that, if Jason wanted to change the subject. Breathing out a pained sigh, he finally moves from his spot to grab something from under the bed. Apparently that's where all presents live?]

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