ACROBAT.

    I won’t  ( CLAIM )  a victory.

                                                                          I WILL …

          ❛ well you’ll have plenty of time to make it up to me.

             there was a slight huff as she reached upwards. fingers gently dragged along his jaw.

              ❛ not exactly what the brochure promised.

                  each syllable contorts bruised lips into that of a sore expression, to say the least.

        ❛ oh, really now ? mr. dick grayson thinks he can waltz back in here and act           like pulling a disappearing act wasn’t BAD.

               ❛ .. which it was.    

     ichor tinged with absolute sympathy and regret--                                  well acquainted with his mistakes.

                 ‘ mm, might wanna look into gettin’ a refund. ‘

            shoulders drag upward where the line of jason’s             back curves  and  dips between  blades,   held in             place for a few beats  ( thump thump )  before an             exhale releases strings  and arms  sag back to a             more natural position.

         ❛ awh, c’mon ! you can’t do               me this one solid, huh..

    mockery saturates his palate ; the savory, acidic tang of sarcasm which drips in quantities from the tip of coral flesh incessantly. you entice the canine with pure ‘ jokes ‘, as if you’re not anticipating for him to gnaw at the oily coatings of your feathers.

                                      “ watch yourself, grayson. “

子狼的生贺~

             ❛ nice one, actually didn't catch it at first.

     if she's as armed with witty remarks as she is   arrows than what a flourishing friendship this will be.