[And he shuts the feed. Half an hour later, he comes knocking at their door. No, he didn't call first-- he's not nearly that polite, for heaven's sake.]
[ ..... Waaaaaaaaait, that was kind of fast. And he stared a little at his hung up phone okay.
He's padding over to the door after shouting (in his squeaky kid's voice oh god this is somehow embarrassing still) that it's probably for him. Then he's tugging the door open. ]
[He stares for a few seconds. It's one thing to see his eight-year-old self over a video screen, and quite another to see it in person. But he glances away after a moment, stepping into the house uninvited. His hand comes forward, ruffling Bruce's hair.]
[ His nose wrinkles a little, and he swats automatically at the ruffling- and for a moment it is so odd, because it's honestly been decade since he's been on this side of a hair ruffle. And he used to do it to his children sometimes and they reacted almost exactly like he just had.
... Hah. ]
Yeah, yeah, and you owe me a hair ruffle when I get back to my original size.
[He slings his backpack onto the ground and kneels next to it, smiling despite himself-- because he does like Bruce, really, even if he's easily annoyed by him.]
Right, first--
[They're boy's shirts, ranging in all sorts of colors-- dark blue, red, black, green. Notably, none of them have children's design-- there's no silly collars or shirt sleeves, no dinosaurs in the center, none of that. And of course, they're the right size.]
I figured, y'know, you'd want somethin' so maybe you could pass for twelve or so.
[He tugs out a few pairs of jeans and slacks as well, ranging from formal to dungarees.]
[ It's odd- no matter how obnoxious he makes himself, somehow in one way or another there are people who like him. People who think that he's better than he portrays himself to be- which should distress him, but it never really does.
He shakes out the clothes, and he grins a little at them. The plainness he doesn't mind, and- the fact that they are the right size and not too big is a huge bonus.
He gets it; he's tiny at this age. Stop pointing this out. ]
I would be a really small twelve year old. [ He holds a pair of formal slacks to himself. ] I don't know what I'm going to do with all these when I get back to normal. [ Pause. ]
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I'm closer to forty than thirty, Jack. Much less twenty.
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[ Another giggle. ]
Relax, she's too young for me, and I'm too young for her.
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[A beat.]
Anyway, if you still need clothes, I picked up a few. What the hell's the address?
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... Er, tell Jinx you're coming first. It's her house.
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[And he shuts the feed. Half an hour later, he comes knocking at their door. No, he didn't call first-- he's not nearly that polite, for heaven's sake.]
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He's padding over to the door after shouting (in his squeaky kid's voice oh god this is somehow embarrassing still) that it's probably for him. Then he's tugging the door open. ]
... You're not supposed to be taller.
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Now you know how it feels, lad.
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... Hah. ]
Yeah, yeah, and you owe me a hair ruffle when I get back to my original size.
[ Then he grins. ] What did you get me?
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[He slings his backpack onto the ground and kneels next to it, smiling despite himself-- because he does like Bruce, really, even if he's easily annoyed by him.]
Right, first--
[They're boy's shirts, ranging in all sorts of colors-- dark blue, red, black, green. Notably, none of them have children's design-- there's no silly collars or shirt sleeves, no dinosaurs in the center, none of that. And of course, they're the right size.]
I figured, y'know, you'd want somethin' so maybe you could pass for twelve or so.
[He tugs out a few pairs of jeans and slacks as well, ranging from formal to dungarees.]
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He shakes out the clothes, and he grins a little at them. The plainness he doesn't mind, and- the fact that they are the right size and not too big is a huge bonus.
He gets it; he's tiny at this age. Stop pointing this out. ]
I would be a really small twelve year old. [ He holds a pair of formal slacks to himself. ] I don't know what I'm going to do with all these when I get back to normal. [ Pause. ]
Maybe you should go gambling. [ 8D ]
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[During that pause, Jack leans back, resting against the wall. He raises an eyebrow at Bruce.]
What the hell brought that up?
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