ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʀᴇɴᴛᴏɴ/ᴛʀᴀɪɴꜱᴘᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ/ᴍᴅɴɪ/ #Necromerchant

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.

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.>

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.

// 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. )

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.>

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. )

( 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?>

( Batty scratched the side of his head in thought. If Bruce was that concerned about his health, he didn't necessarily had to wait months for an appointment when Batty could bring the clinic to him. )>

I like you too, Rob. ( A big ol' smile just for his buddy. )

Man. . . ( Batty pressed his lips together in thought. What could he say to make his friend feel a little bit better? Aha! An idea struck him. He hopped onto his feet from his chair and with that same momentum he faceplanted the dining room's floor. )>

( Batty raised his brows in surprise. ) Randomly, huh? Things like that don't just happen randomly. ( He would make sure to monitor Bruce's health closely than he'd intended to. ) We'll see. It could be the drugs or something else. When was the last time you saw a doctor?>

Just a little I hope.

( Batty didn't answer but gave one of his knowing smiles that was now closer to a smirk due to the gin's influence. The alcohol coursing through his veins made him feel so hot, he couldn't even feel the chilly night they'd let into the room on his naked chest.>

I can get you some baggy clothes if that's what you like. ( Clothes were the easiest to obtain since Batty could get those through legal means. Or Bruce could look through an already existing wardrobe at the place Batty was planning to take him. )>

Why? Because we're friends! That's what it's like being my friend.

Whenever it does, first you gonna call me to come over so you can pay up. Then I'll get your place squeaky clean again.

I didn't mean my clothes! ( That made him laugh. ) I've got spares in all sizes. Well, most sizes. ( Batty had already forgotten that he was supposed to wait fro Bruce outside. He had more fun chatting with his friend. ) No. We're not going to drugs, Bruce.

If you live for that life then don't let me tell you what you should be doing. ( Suddenly he missed the almost-finished bottle he'd put down.>

Fifty bucks says it'll look worse in a week. ( Batty grinned as he casually made that bet. He knew Bruce wouldn't be that offended. )

( He dragged a digit along the surface of a shelf, looking at it. ) I see the boys cleaned up nice.

Are we having another sleepover?

Yes, a combat specialist! He's done some freelance work since then. Mostly being hired for retrieval jobs and body guarding these days. How's defending this mud ball going for her?

"Just someone trying to survive in the wasteland." -Post Apocalyptic RP -Fandomless RP -Crossover RP

You need to establish the concept of real friendship into your life, Bruce. Glancing behind your back all the time's gonna hurt your neck so much not even waiting out your so called buddies to fall off The Curve can help you with.>

I can lend you some. I wouldn't have let you run around the base in the nude, anyway. We're open-minded and some of us might've escaped from the looney bin but we're also pretty civilized gentlemen. ( Batty's smile was wide. ) No maybes here, pal.

There was never any doubt. Roy has served alongside many capable people regardless of gender. He's not one to underestimate anyone's ass kicking talent.

She looks like she can do it!

// I know Roy can do this

Bet they can cut through hearts like butter.

You'll have to see when we get there. Pack anything important you want to bring along then meet me outside. ( The question didn't surprise Batty. ) What do you think?

You get no real friends if you choose to pick a career like yours. Not in the Police Force, anyway. You guys like stabbing each other in the back for a slim chance to get promoted to Major Asshole.>

Worse? ( Batty asked, muttering against the gin bottle's mouth before he gingerly swallowed a burning swig. A few coughs followed that he managed to calm with a few bangs to his naked chest with his fist. ) The gin's trying to kill me!>

You bet! I'll give you a good taste of the merc life. Who knows, you might just end up going for seconds. ( Bruce wasn't the only one excited about this. ) Consider it done! I'm taking you right now.

Happy Valentine's! 💥

So like the light of the sun are the eyes of men. They feed or kill the soul, quench the spirit's thirst. They can be strong wine. . .or poison most foul. ( Grinning, visibly proud of himself for still being able to recite some poetry. Gin had always brought his love for art out in the open. )>