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Dick wasn't expecting to see the bar.

Ever again, really. He had become used to the bar being somewhere he could access through tents and doors in the circus. It was a new part of his world, sure, but it was a part of it.

Then his world collapsed in front of him and everything changed and suddenly he found himself living in an orphanage in Gotham City run by nuns.

He's had to deal with that new, horrible world, and he hates everything about it. Hates how it's not the circus, but at the same time, he's sort of pleased that he doesn't have to be at the circus, to see Mister Haly or the animals or any of his friends, and not see his parents. This new world is horrible, but because it's missing everything, it's not missing them specifically.

That's what he'd think if he was capable of coherent thought on the subject right now.

As it is, Dick couldn't explain exactly why finding the bar appear on the way to his dorm feels like a betrayal.

The boy stands in the doorway, fists clenching at his side as he glares at the bar for daring to still exist, and still be bright and loud and friendly when everything on the other side of the door is broken.

He glares for one second,
two seconds,
three seconds...

And then he vanishes into the rafters.

[OOC: If you can find him, completely open! But be open to very short threads, if he doesn't want to talk. DCU!Dick.]

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Dick grins, and grabs the carton of cream, ripping the top off.

"Alright. Get a spoon."

It's a relief to see Dick smile. Having his friend look so upset was a worry.

Almanzo bounds off to get a couple of spoons, then returns and hands one to Dick.

Well.

Ice cream.

Dick leaps onto the table, squatting by the bowl, and pours the cream into the bowl, lifting the carton up high above his head in a dramatic barman flare.

He does the same thing with the entire carton of sugar, and starts to mix with the spoon Almanzo gave him.

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Almanzo giggles.

"That be an odd way to pour." he nibbles some sugar off the table. "Fun though."

"Gets it in the bowl, don't it?"

Logic.

"Mother says I can't be trusted in the kitchen." Almanzo admits. "Just because I happen to nibble things."

"..."

Dick doesn't want to talk about mothers.

"Don't nibble things then."

He grabs a spoonful of ice cream and shoves it in his mouth.

Almanzo, sensing he said the wrong thing, but still not knowing what's happening, finds his ears going a bit red.

So he eats some ice cream. It's tasty.

Dick settles down onto the table, and continues to eat.

He doesn't have anything else to say, so lapses into silence.

Almanzo finishes his ice cream.

"Want to come back?" he asks. "I can show you the oxen and all."

Dick nods, and looks up at him.

"Yeah," he says. "I wanna come see your farm."

Almanzo is a little relieved, and puts his bowl away.

"We're loading the ice into the ice house." he says. "So you need to appear like you just arrived and say I met you in school break. If you say I met you in class my sisters will know I'm lying."

"Alright," Dick says. He has no idea how to carry this off, but he's willing to give it a go.

Grin. "We better get you dressed up then."

He asks Bar for something suitably old-fashioned.

Dick brings the bowl with him to the bar, and grabs the clothes when they arrive.

"I'll be right back," he says, and vanishes over tables towards the restrooms.

When he returns, he's dressed in the clothes order, scratching through his shirt.

"This is what you wear all the time?"

Almanzo nods. Well, his mother makes fabric that isn't all that itchy, but he doesn't want to mention mothers again.

"It's cold out." he says. "The lake being frozen and all. You need a hat with flaps and a warm coat."

Bar provides those things, and Dick wraps himself up in them, pulling the hat down hard over his ears.

He smiles slyly at Almanzo. "How d'I look?"

"You look good!" Almanzo says. "I know they ain't as shiny as a-dee-das."

He takes his hand and pulls him towards the door. "Let's go!"

Dick lets his hand be grabbed and trails behind him, towards the door.

At least this is better than that stupid orphanage.

The cold bites as they step out into the snow.

"You go around the back of the shed then appear." Almanzo whispers, before running over to distract Royal from looking their way.

"Where be your ice?" Royal asks.

"In the ice house, of course." Almanzo says.

"That was fast." Royal says, but thinks nothing of it. Where else could an ice block have gone?

Dick disappears around the back of the shed as requested, and spends a few seconds jumping up and down in the snow to make himself look like he's been running in the cold weather for a while.

Then he jogs back around.

"Hey!" he yells, in a not bad approximation of Almanzo's accent. "Manzo!"

Almanzo feigns surprise, and waves.

"Dick!"

"No time for playing, 'Manzo." Royal says, but not especially sternly. "Who's this then?"

"Someone from school's cousin." Almanzo says. "I met him at break."

"Well we got to stack the ice before you play." Royal says. "But we're nearly done."

Dick grins shyly at Royal something he finds it easier to do now he's pretending to be 'Dick from school' rather than 'Dick whose parents are dead.'

"You want I should help with that?"

"Oh, sure, that would be good." Royal grins back. "Ah'm Royal. Careful lifting the blocks if you ain't used to it, they be heavy."

"Dick's real strong." Almanzo says.

Dick shrugs at that, modestly. He is pretty strong, he guesses, compared to most kids his age.

He certainly doesn't have too many problems heaving up the nearest block of ice.

"Where d'I put this, 'Manzo?"