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𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙖/𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒/𝙈𝙑𝙍𝙋/ #Necromerchant

ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʀᴇɴᴛᴏɴ/ᴛʀᴀɪɴꜱᴘᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ/ᴍᴅɴɪ/ #Necromerchant

You'd make a good little soldier.
( Batty commented without looking at Bruce, smirking. He got inside the vehicle and once Bruce got in as well, he took it to the air, heading towards a place only he knew about. )
Want some music?

He was sure he had looked like a mess. Then again, he'd looked way worse. And besides, he could get that towel and ice himself, but for some reason he enjoyed Bruce pampering him. )

Why? It's not your fault.
( It was the gin's fault, but Batty wasn't ready to admit that just yet. )
If you could get me that with a towel, that'd be great.
( The blood from his nose had trickled down to his chin and had drawn an outline to Batty's jawline.>

I wouldn't say it otherwise.
( Men like Batty would ice skate on thin ice. )

( Batty grinned at the fact they had thought of the same thing. )
Just like you, Rob.

He grabbed the edge of a table just in case the tequila wanted him on the floor again. Then he raised his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. )
This will help. Don't worry, it's not broken.

Just messing with you, pal.
( Resisting the urge to laugh and make the pain worse, Batty slowly sat up then regained some sense of balance to rise to his feet.>

I could if you asked nicely.
( Batty was onbiously in on the joke. There was no harm in a little fooling around with friends, right? )
Cool. Let's go.
( He walked out of the house and to his spinner, expecting Bruce to follow. )

Like chess? I'll admit I haven't played since I was a cadet.
( Batty chuckled, shaking his head at the other suggestion. )
You know what? If you win, I'll give you something hard from my doctor friend's batch.

disclaimer for this account's contents:

// I don't have a lot of muse for Roy atm so that's okay 😄

// this is how they text @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social

You bet, birthday boy.
( Batty chuckled as he quickly regained balance. He chose to not retaliate. )
What do you think you could beat me in?

I like you too, Rob. You might be a pathetic loser like the rest of your unit, but at least you're pretty likeable.
( Bruce was given a few hard pats on the shoulder. )
I can handle any rough play you're into. I was made for it, pal.

( At first Batty was convinced that Bruce would chuck the book right back in his face the way he couldn't conjure up a proper reaction. It was a pleasant surprise that Bruce had actually ended up liking the present. Batty smiled, somewhat relieved. )
You almost gave me a heart attack there.

( Batty handed him a worn pocket notebook. )
This is a collection of poems I scibbled down during my cadet years. Since you said you wanted to read more of my poems and all, I figured you'd appreciate it. If you don't like it, you can use it as a paperweight or whatever. Happy birthday, pal.

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𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝘼𝙐 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣/𝙁𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙝
/𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄/ #Necromerchant

Good because I like it too. It's short and sweet.
( "Like you" he thought and the fact that he did reflected on the way he was smiling. )

It was clear to Batty that Bruce was trying to help though, so when Bruce had made more of a mess of Batty face, he couldn't help but settle into an even better mood while watching Bruce's attempts. )
Are you trying to tell me you've never had a nosebleed?

Broken? Oh no. Maybe it would heal faster if you kissed it better.
( Batty laughed at his own suggestion. Unfortunately for Bruce, he wasn't much of a help while drunk off his gin.>

Remember, pal. I'll be good to you as long as you're good to me. Otherwise, you don't want to make me your enemy.
( He tried to look into the bag Bruce had been filling. )
Are you done?

You'll get a complete check-up in exchange for a small favor.
( Batty smiled the way like a kid would that knew he was in trouble but wanted to seem innocent in front of his parents. )>

Sorry, can I call you Rob?
( Judging by the other man's smile that Batty reflected, he didn't seem to mind it. It never hurt to ask, though. )

What he wanted, in his drunken state of his mind, was to be touched even if the someone he wanted to be touched by right now was someone that didn't desire him. )

( He knew that he was intact save for a possibly minor fracture to his nasal bone or just a simple nerve tear from the impact. It didn't feel like anything serious. He'd always had a high pain tolerance, anyway.>

( Thankfully, Batty was way too durable to seriously hurt himself from a fall like that, thus he'd automatically laughed at the little accident. The color of blood on his skin was an ever-returning cosmetic too. )
Not sure. Why don't you come closer and check it for me?>

I know a pretty competent doc who can take a good look at you. No waitlists. I can hook you up no problem.