Darwin Amis is pimping. (readtheend) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-10-18 23:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | batgirl, oracle, spoiler |
Who: Gwen, Quinn and Darwin.
What: A boy, standing in front of a girl, asking to sleep on her couch.
Where: Bathos #105.
When: This evening.
Warnings: None as of yet. Potential sex jokes. Swearing. Darwin being Darwin.
He had waited a while for Quinn to get back to him, but not nearly as long as he had expected. To be fair, he hadn't expected anything. He had hoped, sure, but hoping only got you so far and she didn't seem that pleased to hear from him. Then again, had Quinn ever seemed pleased? He couldn't remember her being all that cheerful as a child, maybe she was dancing in her room so happy for his return right now. And somehow, this seemed even more unlikely. Darwin made a mental note to just stop thinking, because his brain clearly wasn't functioning properly from lack of sleep.
He had an address written on his arm in black biro. He'd done it himself, or he wouldn't have remembered where he was going and ended up lost in Seattle. In Musings, he'd never lived in Seattle. He didn't know this place well. So he wandered through the streets, looking for something called the Bathos Building that appeared to house only Creations. Which is what they were called now. Also, a weird thing about living in this Seattle. He felt like he was part of some weird members club. It wasn't a good thing, but it wasn't a bad thing either.
It took him two hours to find the place, and he considered that a pretty good attempt.
As he climbed the stairs to the first floor, he did wonder what the hell he was going to say. Darwin Amis had changed a lot since he was twelve. He worked out a whole lot more. His intelligence hadn't much improved but at least it was a recognisable feature. And what if he couldn't find anywhere else to stay? Was he throwing himself on their mercy? Probably. He hadn't really come into this with a plan. So he put on his best smile as he neared the door of Bathos #105, and tried not to look too desperate.
He rang the doorbell.