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[imaginate]

Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Catch-all log for November.
Location: Around.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: None yet.
Notes: [Action] or prose are all good, if you'd like a specific setup, kindly ping!

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[demon_brat]

"Well, I would not want to lie to people, now would I?"

[imaginate]

Kyle just bursts into helpless laughter. 'You're hilarious,' he remarks, once he's slowed down to the occasional huff.

[demon_brat]

Damian's smile has changed into a small smirk - less lethal, but still sharp. But it's ... it's good, to hear that laughter.

Later, he'll probably come back to this and maybe talk (ask) about being Robin-funny, which he isn't. But not now. For now, the reaction is enough.

"To those enlightened enough to know what they are hearing." It's not fake-modesty, just pointing out facts, without insecurity about it. More like admitting that Kyle is one of that group.

[imaginate]

He prefers the real smile. (Always will.) Damian's sharper one has a lethality, a defined cruelty, that Kyle suspects he shares, on some level. Reaching out, he ruffles Damian's hair again, just to reinforce that he prefers the kid as relaxed as possible.

'Count me enlightened then,' he jokes, making the implication into something explicit. 'Maybe that should be added to my list of names.'

[demon_brat]

The real one is rare, though. However, the smirk melts into a glare again... even if the voice is more deadpan than angry, with the next words.

"Not if you ever do this in public."

Seriously, Kyle. TWICE? In such a short time?

Though... "How many questions would you get for that title, if you did add it??"

[imaginate]

It wasn't exactly public but Damian's right, Kyle doesn't really do this that often, and so he withdraws, a little apology in the set of his jaw.

'Okay, it's maybe more trouble than it's worth - besides, I probably have one that means the same thing, somewhere,' he adds.

[demon_brat]

No, it's not public, which is why it's phrased so - 'do that in public,' not 'keep doing this.' But he accepts the apology with a slight flick of his eyes down.

He almost asks what they mean to him, those titles, aside from a reminder. But... this is not the right time for that question. Instead, he goes for... light...ish?

"Do they give you titles when you are off to do work and you come back to find you have new ones, or do they wait for you to be there so you would know them?"

[imaginate]

They serve as many things: a reminder, an acknowledgement, and most often, a burden. Yet, all that has to be kept, and carried, so he takes it into his heart, even the ones he thinks he doesn't deserve (and especially the ones he does).

'The former.' he replies, returning to shading the drawing. 'They sort of... come up with the things and I find out if somebody uses it with me. Pretty sure I have names I don't even know about in some sectors, either because I haven't been there in a while or because they won't translate.'

[demon_brat]

And Damian can't help a small snort.

"That... as they say, figures." He watches for another moment, then turns to his own sketchbook. That's a good idea, for right now. Easier.

[imaginate]

He eyes Damian's sketchbook. 'Really? How?'

[demon_brat]

"Well. Would you protest if they were giving them to you when you were there?"

[imaginate]

A long pause.

'Loudly. Remind me, when I'm back to normal, to tell you about Galtea. Somebody declared me a god there.' And it was a bloodbath, but Damian knows.

Damian always knows.

[demon_brat]

"And that is why they do it while you are not there."

Though the brief smirk fades back out into seriousness.

"I shall remind you."