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[daringyoungman]

 [OOM: It's a very confusing time not to have adults around you can talk to about this stuff.]



Dick is in all black. Track pants and a sweatshirt, but at least his gloves and balaclava aren't visible so he doesn't look too much like a teenage assassin? Just a kid who hasn't yet grown his bangs out into his emo phase.

He's also sitting in a booth, with a piece of paper in front of him and the end of a pen in his mouth, wondering how on earth he's going to start this letter.

Dear Bruce seems like a good start.

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[childofrebellion]

Cassian's holding his caf and looking for some place to sit when he sees Dick, all black is hard to miss and he seems to be concentrating.

As he comes closer, he sees the pen and frowns, paper isn't common where he's from, "Need some caf to help with that?"

[daringyoungman]

Hey, it's the space pilot!

Dick glances up as he approaches and grins, balling up the sheethe was just working on and tossing it to the end of the booth.

"Is that like, coffee?"

Alfred wouldn't approve, but Alfred's not here!

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, just coffee from my galaxy," A rat passes by and Cassian orders a caf for Dick as he sits down, "Was that paper?"

[daringyoungman]

"Yeah."

He's got some more, it's just the rest of the sheets don't have half a letter on any of them. So he picks up the topmost empty one and waves it. "No paper in space? I bet you do everything on computers."

[childofrebellion]

"Not a lot, I think I've only ever seen it on the Core worlds," He gestures to his datapad, "I can do what I need to on my 'pad."

[daringyoungman]

"Our tech's not there yet."

It will be. They've got the Bat computer but it doesn't really work for the field yet.

When the caf arrives, it's sweet and a bit weaker than Bar would give an adult, but Dick doesn't care and drinks from it willingly.

"What do you do if you want to write a letter to someone?"

[childofrebellion]

"Depends who it is and why, but usually try to keep it simple and direct," Most of his messages tend to be reports or to assets, though sometimes he leaves notes here.

[have_no_mercy]

She stops at the booth and looks at him with an amused smile.

"Black on black. That can be hard to pull off."

[daringyoungman]

Dick pulls at the neck of his shirt and grins at her.

"It's not my usual choice. But not everyone likes a bright yellow. Hey Tess."

[have_no_mercy]

"Hi. Bright yellow is definitely a fashion choice."

She gestures to the other side of the booth.

"Can I join you?"

[daringyoungman]

"Sure."

But he's going to scrap the bit of paper he wrote Bruce's name on. He doesn't really want people to know he's asking him for help.

"How's Lettie?"

[have_no_mercy]

She notices the page being scrapped, but didn't notice what was written on it.

"She's wonderful. Happy and healthy as can be."

[daringyoungman]

"Great," says Dick, meaning it. "Must be getting big now, right?"

Unless time is weird. Time is usually weird.

[sunbaked_baker]

A teen wearing all black, clearly pondering great ponderings, may find a large cinnamon roll on a small plate being set on the table in front of him.

The baker who commits this act isn't exactly subtle about it, with her bright yellow shirt, purple jeans, sunflower-dotted apron and tray of fragrant baked goods, but she also doesn't want to interrupt too much.

She remembers what it was like being a teen. Well, she remembers some of it. It wasn't a good time.

[daringyoungman]

Oooh!

Dick has a mouthful of cinnamon roll before he even looks up, although in his defense he did say "thanks," first.

It takes a second for him to realise it wasn't Alfred providing the food, and looks up to check, with a bright grin of thanks.

"This is great."

Almost as good as Alfred's.

[sunbaked_baker]

From her experience, teenagers, especially teenaged boys, will never turn down free baked goods. She's glad her experiences are held up, here.

Sunshine chuckles. "I'm glad you approve. Looked like you could use a distraction."

She is quite good at delicious distractions.

[daringyoungman]

Dick never turns down free food. It would be rude and also stupid to do so.

"No kidding," he agrees. He definitely could use one. "That obvious, huh?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"It's a professional skill. Let's just say I know the look," she admits with a wry grin, nodding towards the unfinished letter. "Hopefully it's nothing too dire?"

[daringyoungman]

"Nah," he says. "Just asking someone for help that I really don't want to ask. I'll figure it out."

[explosive_artist]

In the booth to the right is a girl who is kind of the opposite of proto-emo boy. She's wearing high tech armor, which is brightly colored (burgundy and orange at present), has bangs and hair that is brightly colored (blue and teal currently), and she's reading from a tablet rather than staring at a piece of paper.

After a few minutes, she groans and rubs her eyes...once she stops glaring at the datapad.

[daringyoungman]

You know what? Writing letters to your estranged guardian is a stupid way to spend your time at the end of the universe. He balls up another letter and gives up. And only partly because he heard a groan and wants to investigate.

Which is why a black haired, all in black despite himself, and soon kneeling on the seat of his booth and peering over the partition to say hi, his blue eyes twinkling with the need to say how much he likes her hair.

"Sounds like you're having as much fun as I am."

[explosive_artist]

Sabine looks up to find the speaker and smiles.

"It'd be a lot more fun if I could find anything useful."

[daringyoungman]

A smile is like an invitation, which is why Dick vaults over the partition to sit on top of it, his feet not quite touching the booth seat thanks to months of conditioning by Alfred.

"Looking for something special?"

Also, the way he glances at her armor? As much approval as for her hair.

[explosive_artist]

Sabine smiles and nods in appreciation at Dick's moves.

"Any hint that a warrior culture in my galaxy ever tried to use diplomacy and if so what protocols were used." She drops the datapad in surrender. "Surprise, there aren't that many."

[daringyoungman]

Dick offers a dry grin. "Yeah, pain as it is sometimes the best way to get someone's attention is just a really strong right hook. Or whatever the diplomatic equivalent is of that, I guess.

"Why do you need it?"

Is it to do with space? Are you from space?