"I dunno. I don't think they started the high five until after the second girl. And I don't much care for high fives with them, they are not the best about washing their hands." He'd just leave it at that. Edward climbed down after Jonathan, shrugging his shoulders. "It's a game, people are. Not a game you want to play, I imagine, if that impressive sneer is anything to go by, but they can be as fun to experiment with as chemicals."
Sometimes even more volatile. Especially around these parts. He glanced at Jonathan, amused by the 'son'. "Yeah, daddy, I just crave your attention." This accent was entertaining. "I'm headed vaguely homewards now too, I wasn't gonna walk all the way back down. Besides, I live in this direction anyway."
"I never said I didn't like to play with people, just said I don't like people. Doesn't change the fact you play, just changes the game and the rules." Jonathan had a lot of hurt to give back and not enough space and time to do it. He had to be patient, wait it out and then go for it. Then he'd hurt them all. Maybe target an event. Prom would be awfully amusing.
Jonathan put a cigarette in his mouth and lit up, raising an eyebrow at Edward. God, he had to stop calling him son, he was having far too much fun with it.
"That direction? Same as me? Well, shit. Ain't you an unlucky one. I'd stay at school, if I was you." Better anywhere but the Narrows, honestly.
"Don't knock the Narrows before you know how to play there. Ain't so bad." Anywhere but home, at least. "Never boring." There was that too. Dangerous, likely toxic, all sort of dangers, but still. "We've got a good KFC place too."
Many would probably be more likely to consider that the only positive about the Narrows, but Edward genuinely thought there was more to it. Always something to explore, people to watch, information to gain and perhaps use. Just had to steer clear of some spots and stay out of the way of any stray bullets. "What games do you play, Jon? Colour me intrigued."
"I don't play together, I'm selfish like that. I like single player experiences." Jonathan remarked as they walked along the car park. The streets were quiet this time of day and Jonathan blew smoke away from Edward, trying to be as considerate as he could be but he wasn't stopping. He'd been craving since school started and there was no good place to sneak one in. Nowhere that hadn't been conquered by the sort of guy who'd tape him to a bathroom stall.
On the street, near a trash can, was a set of crows and Jonathan watched them curiously. He slowed his steps and frowned, cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth. Huh. "You get many crows in Gotham?"
"Corvus brachyrhynchos, Corvus ossifragus, Corvuc corax, as far as corvids are concerned." Edward had so many specialised interests, he didn't wonder too much at the question. Country boy like that, probably just missed the more direct touch of nature. He turned his head to the side as the wind blew a cloud of smoke his way, holding his breath for a few. Ugh, he would never be a fan of that smell. "It's like ninety percent pigeons, but the remaining 10 percent is actually pretty diverse. You get quite a few corvids, anyhow."
Jonathan lowered his cigarette and then suddenly, without warning, he made a crow call. And it was quite hauntingly similar to a crow's call. He made it a few times and then crows were now watching him. Jonathan stuck his hand in his pocket and tossed out a handful of sunflower seeds. Yes, he had fucking seeds in his pants pocket. One never knew.
One brave crow flew over and Jonathan made a slightly different once, watching it for a few moments and then looking at Edward. "I like ravens better. Corvus corax. Though I reckon if you're seeing them in the city, it's Corvus cryptoleucus. You can tell by the beak and the range but they look pretty similar." Jonathan turned back to the crows, now four of them were in front of him. "Hello, beautiful. You're definitely Corvus brachyrhynchos. You got any fancy calls from the Gotham streets, eh?"
Jonathan called again and the bird responded. Heh. Good. He missed his ravens.
Huh. Well, that was the most interesting thing that happened to him. Edward couldn't remember being this intrigued since Echo and Query had their cocksucking conversation the other week, that had also been fascinating. Albeit in a very different way. Edward was watching Jonathan more so than whatever bird he was talking to. More and more appeal to that accent. More and more appeal to the man. "Look at you, making friends today after all."
Who'd have thought? "You always travel with seeds?" Because that was weird and he loved it. "Jonny, I know we've just met, but I'm beginning to like you." Seemed fair to tell him. "All that, the accent, the eyes and the weed? Fucking swoon."
Jonathan pulled more seed out from his pocket and held his hand out to the bravest crow, patiently waiting. He knew it was difficult to wrangle one in but he was determined. He made a gentler call now and then looked up at Edward. "I always do, yeah. In case I meet a crow or a raven. They don't love this quite like they like dead chicks but I ain't walking around with meat in my pockets."
The crow hopped right up to his hand and started to eat the seed from him. Jonathan huffed in approval. "Thanks, girl. You really made my day, eh? Be smart, same time tomorrow. I'll bring you something better."
Once he was done crooning to his crow, he looked up at Edward and pulled a face. "You're an odd one, y'know? You like me now, maybe, but give it a week. You can do better." Once the seed was gone, Jonathan stood up slowly so he didn't scare the crow, putting his cigarette back in his mouth. "Trust me."
"Can do better with what? Ain't anyone else offered to be my daddy yet." Edward winked at him, then turned to watch a crow fly away, glad that Jonathan drew a line around carrying around baby chicks. That seemed a little bit too gruesome. Also quite unsanitary, impractical and, not least of all, smelly. The seeds were definitely preferable. "Anyway, I get attached to people. It's one of my... quirks."
Flaws, he supposed, but he'd stick with quirks. He didn't much like to get into how fallible he was.
"Dangerous quirk. It can backfire easily. You gotta rely on people not exploiting it. Tsk. Wouldn't fancy that quirk." Jonathan did see it though, he could see how Edward found interest so easily and how he was so friendly and personable but not in the traditional extrovert way. There was something. Jonathan started to walk again, silently thinking over what he could do with someone like Edward. Nothing good, he knew that much.
"We won't be friends." He wondered how Edward would react to such a claim. Would he double down? Would he see it as rejection? Fascinating. "I don't do friends. Too much work."
Probably for the best too. "You got a lot of friends too, you don't need me."
"Eh. People say these things. See, I say that I don't do being anyone's boyfriend. Sometimes you're better off alone." He could relate to the general sentiment. Of course, he didn't actually care for being alone, pretty much ever. And while he may not be particularly good at the boyfriend thing where commitment was concerned... "If you change your mind you know where to find me."
His mind on friendship or whatever else that Edward was maybe talking about in a roundabout way. He didn't much care for speaking in a straight-forward manner, held very little interest. There was always so many layer to any conversation. Especially any conversation to the chemist kid with seeds in his pants.
"It's a firm no from me, son. Don't come to me again, yeah?" He braced himself for the inevitable daddy retort as he finished off his cigarette and flicked it idly on the floor. Well, it was a city, no risk of forest fire here so who cared? "I ain't personable. And besides, if the law of the jungle is anything to go by, you don't align yourself with someone on bottom rung."
He was at the bottom of the heap right now and he was going to be suffering through some fun hazing so he figured keeping a wide berth was good. "We don't gotta walk together, you can leave any time."
"I will, actually, I got a lunch date." Of sorts, anyway. "I'm telling you, try the KFC some time. You won't regret that."
He swirled around on one foot, walking backwards a few steps so he could still keep up with Jonathan. "If you want me to listen to you, daddy-o, you've really gotta get a firmer hand. I'm a brat, can't you tell?"
He winked at him, because he might as well, then he blew him a kiss, turned, and walked off, hands in his pocket.
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Sometimes even more volatile. Especially around these parts. He glanced at Jonathan, amused by the 'son'. "Yeah, daddy, I just crave your attention." This accent was entertaining. "I'm headed vaguely homewards now too, I wasn't gonna walk all the way back down. Besides, I live in this direction anyway."
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Jonathan put a cigarette in his mouth and lit up, raising an eyebrow at Edward. God, he had to stop calling him son, he was having far too much fun with it.
"That direction? Same as me? Well, shit. Ain't you an unlucky one. I'd stay at school, if I was you." Better anywhere but the Narrows, honestly.
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Many would probably be more likely to consider that the only positive about the Narrows, but Edward genuinely thought there was more to it. Always something to explore, people to watch, information to gain and perhaps use. Just had to steer clear of some spots and stay out of the way of any stray bullets. "What games do you play, Jon? Colour me intrigued."
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On the street, near a trash can, was a set of crows and Jonathan watched them curiously. He slowed his steps and frowned, cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth. Huh. "You get many crows in Gotham?"
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One brave crow flew over and Jonathan made a slightly different once, watching it for a few moments and then looking at Edward. "I like ravens better. Corvus corax. Though I reckon if you're seeing them in the city, it's Corvus cryptoleucus. You can tell by the beak and the range but they look pretty similar." Jonathan turned back to the crows, now four of them were in front of him. "Hello, beautiful. You're definitely Corvus brachyrhynchos. You got any fancy calls from the Gotham streets, eh?"
Jonathan called again and the bird responded. Heh. Good. He missed his ravens.
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Who'd have thought? "You always travel with seeds?" Because that was weird and he loved it. "Jonny, I know we've just met, but I'm beginning to like you." Seemed fair to tell him. "All that, the accent, the eyes and the weed? Fucking swoon."
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The crow hopped right up to his hand and started to eat the seed from him. Jonathan huffed in approval. "Thanks, girl. You really made my day, eh? Be smart, same time tomorrow. I'll bring you something better."
Once he was done crooning to his crow, he looked up at Edward and pulled a face. "You're an odd one, y'know? You like me now, maybe, but give it a week. You can do better." Once the seed was gone, Jonathan stood up slowly so he didn't scare the crow, putting his cigarette back in his mouth. "Trust me."
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Flaws, he supposed, but he'd stick with quirks. He didn't much like to get into how fallible he was.
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"We won't be friends." He wondered how Edward would react to such a claim. Would he double down? Would he see it as rejection? Fascinating. "I don't do friends. Too much work."
Probably for the best too. "You got a lot of friends too, you don't need me."
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His mind on friendship or whatever else that Edward was maybe talking about in a roundabout way. He didn't much care for speaking in a straight-forward manner, held very little interest. There was always so many layer to any conversation. Especially any conversation to the chemist kid with seeds in his pants.
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He was at the bottom of the heap right now and he was going to be suffering through some fun hazing so he figured keeping a wide berth was good. "We don't gotta walk together, you can leave any time."
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He swirled around on one foot, walking backwards a few steps so he could still keep up with Jonathan. "If you want me to listen to you, daddy-o, you've really gotta get a firmer hand. I'm a brat, can't you tell?"
He winked at him, because he might as well, then he blew him a kiss, turned, and walked off, hands in his pocket.