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slanderous lies

[preceded]

some things are classics for a reason.
and did you hear what they did to ABBA?

[He's dead serious. He checked out some of these tunes- same lyrics, different vocals and a hell of a different synth beat. Futuristic remixes of some of the worlds best pop songs.

He can still dance to it, but what the hell you guys :(]

that's

[A length pause]

great.

[Not only does he have to be Richard, she's now ensuring he has to pretend to be well- Tim, when Dick himself lasted in college for the total of an entire semester, before dropping out and never looking back.

It was his idea, but not quite what he had in mind. Still, for now, it is her show]

[quipper]

i don't hate the gimme gimme/hung up megamix, but i see your point overall.

[ you poor disco dinosaur. ]

and thanks, i was feeling it.

[ she hesitates, then. ]

if you're still free, i think the guy at my fast food heart attack of choice accidentally-on-purpose doubled my pizza order.
could drop some off at your place.

[ a pizza peace offering. ]

[preceded]

it's not what i was expecting out of the future.

[Like, check yes for hover boards, mutilation of his favourite gymnastic work out playlist- not so much.

Discowing was majestic, leave him alone, Spoiler]

i'll bet.

[In person that would have been dry, mouth still slightly quirked in a smile. Is it really a Batgirl teamup if he's not slightly bullied and having small regrets?]

dinner and dancing?
i can't remember the last time i was so charmed.
come over, pull up a cushion.

[quipper]

[ Spoiler was a rebel and cool as hell, so jot that down. ]

i'm the whole package.
but a cushion? that's five-star treatment.

[ the best thing about creepy brain implants is the ease with which one can text, walk, and carry two pizza boxes. ]

[preceded]

[Spoiler wore a ski mask and an eggplant coloured hood. She left something to be desired]

You could upgrade to an entire chair, if the pizza has pepperoni.

[that's a lie, he doesn't have anything resembling a dining table or appropriate chairs. Just the worst couch you've ever seen. He doesn't cook]

[quipper]

no meat this side of climate change, i'm afraid, even at private-pie, home of the world's greatest sleuths and toppings

[ is private-pie a "retro" (by future standards) PI themed pizza restaurant? yes, yes it is. ]

but i did double down on veg to compensate slash lull myself into a false sense of healthiness