NINJAMEME MASTERPOST 8|

[whatfriendsdo]

I have nothing to say here DEAL W/I.

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[whatfriendsdo]

[The pause is telling, in its own way. At the very least it invites her to keep talking.]

Informative. [Murphy holds her hands out to the fire, hoping proximity to the heat will return some sensation to her fingers.] Are we going to speak in film references and monosyllables until then? You should eat something too. You're no good to anyone frozen, either.

[cowled]

[Do you want to know how many people tell Batman that he really should look after himself more, and how many of those people he listens to?

None. That's how many.

Alfred has taken to drugging his food when he wants him to get a good night's rest. He watches her trying to warm her fingers, and shakes his head, tossing a non-working piston out of the helicopter into the fire. It's solid steel. He gives it sufficient time to warm up, and drags it out again with care, brushing the back of his hand against it. It's hot, but not quite enough to burn. He holds it out for her.]

Wrap your fingers around this if you can. Hold it against your body if you can't.

[Also known as: he's not hungry.]

[whatfriendsdo]

[This time she doesn't listen. Just glares.] Eat.

[cowled]

[He also takes directions so well.]

Between the two of us, I'm the one who hasn't worked himself bloody to prove a point. Trust that I won't.

[whatfriendsdo]

[She jams her fingers back under her arms rather than take the offered piston.] The junk. Has edges. I got what we needed, didn't I?

[Murphy scowls out into the dark, wriggling her fingertips against her sleeves underneath the blanket.] It won't kill you to have some food.

[cowled]

No. It wouldn't. But I don't need it at the moment. Should that change, I'll eat something.

[Gosh.]

[whatfriendsdo]

[She makes an aggravated noise and balls in on herself, turning into nothing but a blonde crown and furious blue eyes locked on the shadows beyond the fire like there's something there to see. This way, at least, she keeps her body heat tucked close, and her hands sandwiched between chest and knees.]