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@devleermuisman
bruce wayne: the https://t.co/HZbeZGAANiโ ใ คใ คใ ค ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คโ temp hiatus ! to be found on @ferrantpinto & @eatdustpunk.โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ใ คใ คใ ค ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คโ โ โ โ
โ iโm getting to the age where bones that shouldnโt crack are cracking โ
Arms are being crossed over his chest. A roll of his eyes as smoke from his pipe is puffed out from the missing half of his mouth. "Ghh. You are lucky Harvard still likes you. Eugh.."
it is not true that a burnt child dreads the fire. it is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. it knows that when it goes near it๏ผ it will burn itself again. still๏ผ it gets too close.
Jason lets him doze off, only to set his book aside and pick his father up, with some effort, and carries him to the nearby couch, laying him down and covering him up with a blanket, chuckling quietly
Jason freezes for a moment at the unexpected touch but lets him lean against him, going back to reading his book
"hmhm." She had come to know that tone of voice well, the lie in it, but she didn't force anything. "Rest. I'll stay here, Thomas." She laid her head against his, one hand going to his hair and stroking it lightly.
It's Bad Harv, it's always him. The scowl on their face is a good tell. He's grumbling, wiping at the sleeve of his suit like Bruce had gotten it dirty. "Does personal space not exist t' you."
