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neonoirs:

‘   you caught me…i used one of batman’s transporta-beams to launch my soul,  my being dick grayson’s,  into tim’s.  and to think i thought i’d be able to last a week…  ’  hug averted.

     “Dick?! Buddy, pal, amigo?! I haven’t seen you in forever, dude! Come here!” Bitch, you thought you could avoid this hug? You thought wrong. 

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neonoirs:

‘  uh,  my mode’s already been all crashed out.  it’s kaput.  those things make me uncomfortable,  bart…they’re unnatural.  ’  he’s being a little dramatic but it’s because his friend is being so weird about this strange fruit…  ‘  they’re against my religion.  ’  yeah!

    “But...kumquats?” He stares down at the fruit in his hand. Is it a little strange? Maybe but unnatural? There’s nothing more natural than fruit! “Sure, dude. More for me!” Gotta stay positive! “That’s crash, dude. I get it. In the future, it’s against everyone’s religion to eat fruit so I’m making the best of things while I’m here!”

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neonoirs:

‘  what do you call the opposite of a hug  ?  whatever it is,  i need that.  ’

   “...dude, that is SUCH a...Dick thing to say...hey! I don’t have the wrong Robin, do I?”

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        Alien culture? Fool! This is culture of the near future. Maybe not so near but it’s coming soon. “Aw, dude! I’m TRYING to crash your mode here, y’know! Kumquats? Crash! So why don’t you try one? Huh, Tim?” He loves these odd fruits, haha.

in order to truly blend in and assimilate with alien culture…one must relate,  imitate,  and act.  and by this timothy drake simply means…in order to get his pal to shut the fuck up,  he’s gotta speak his language.  ‘  that’s not my mode…so before i get anti-crashed…you need to stop.  ’

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    “ -- does somebody need a hug?”