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sheridan2016-01-10 02:18 am
neverbatman) wrote in sheridan2016-01-10 02:18 am
[closed] tale as old as time
[After their near disaster of a gala, Damian knew he had to make it up to Midii. Christmas was the best possible way to make it up, he figured. Gifts were a normal part of the holiday season, and he'd gone out of his way to shower his friends with material goods, whether they wanted it or not.
Some of his friends had resigned themselves to the inevitable and asked for reasonable gifts - Jai, for example, got season tickets for the local basketball team, and Iris got one of those fancy Fitbits that could (reasonably) calculate a speedster's rate.
Midii, though, needed something better. After much deliberation and arguing with a local calligrapher + screen printer, Damian ordered two things: one, for Midii to come meet him on the second floor of a coffee shop that his family owned, and two, a set of custom-printed Arabic calligraphy t-shirts. Nothing religious, for the Muslims who might cry cultural appropriation, but cultural sayings & shapes.
He's not expecting her super early, but he's looking a little nervous as he stares down at the gift bag he'd wrapped the latter in. Just once, he wishes the coffee shop could sell boosts of confidence with their lattes. He'd buy their entire stock out.]
Some of his friends had resigned themselves to the inevitable and asked for reasonable gifts - Jai, for example, got season tickets for the local basketball team, and Iris got one of those fancy Fitbits that could (reasonably) calculate a speedster's rate.
Midii, though, needed something better. After much deliberation and arguing with a local calligrapher + screen printer, Damian ordered two things: one, for Midii to come meet him on the second floor of a coffee shop that his family owned, and two, a set of custom-printed Arabic calligraphy t-shirts. Nothing religious, for the Muslims who might cry cultural appropriation, but cultural sayings & shapes.
He's not expecting her super early, but he's looking a little nervous as he stares down at the gift bag he'd wrapped the latter in. Just once, he wishes the coffee shop could sell boosts of confidence with their lattes. He'd buy their entire stock out.]
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The fact that he returned with the book in question, passing it over to her gently rather than hastily shoving it her way, did help. Some. Enough for her eyes to soften as she looked to the cover before up at him, showing her gratitude with a smile.
"Thank you."
"...aww." came from two simultaneous onlookers. The third proceeded to make what sounded like gagging noises, until a dull thud was heard. Immediately followed by: "You mi--OW!"
"I didn't," Dick was smirking again, arms folded across his chest.
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"You were asking for that one," Damian calls, before turning his full attention to Midii.
Forget their audience. A Wayne would always have people watching his every move, and his family meant well. Technically. He supposed. If he was remembering the definition of "family" right.
"So uh," he asks Midii, with awe in his voice, "You ready to go?"