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Dio shouldn't be here, the loud music hurt his ears, he didn't feel right among the crowd after a week of working non-stop, but going back home while having his mind stuck in his latest case also felt like a bad idea, he'd only be restless in the loft style penthouse and end up putting on his vigilante gears to escape into the night — not a good idea when he's this pent-up.
Not even the counter had an open seat. However, upon scanning the people around it, his eyes found a set of wide shoulders and strong back hidden under a loose, red sweater that he thought he knew, then the white streak on the hair confirmed it all.
"Excuse me, is this seat open?" Dio asked while already slipping into Jason's space and lap, sitting over one of his thighs, but also balancing some of his weight over to don't put it all on him — and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to feel some of that for a while now, Jason's thighs were quite inviting, but Dio hadn't worked the courage to ask to feel them quite yet, instead, he went with the moment and just... sat on one due to not having another seat available. "Slow night?"
He's been... aching is the best word for it for days. Itchy, twitchy, feeling building up under his skin, jittering along his bones. A fight, a dance, something, anything, to remind him that he's alive. If he suits up like this, someone else may not be at the end of the night. And while he's not opposed to that when it's some asshole who's hurt others and made the streets worse, if he is going to do it he prefers to be clear headed and sure about his target if he's going to risk Bruce's wrath for it.
So instead he's here.
Managed to snag one of the last seats in the whole place after being on the floor for a while to try and settle it some.
And then... Dio. Sitting on his leg, gorgeous and warm and wow.
"Um. I- For you, always." It'd almost be smooth, if it weren't for how his face has heated and the half strangled way it sounds. So close.
He clears his throat and manages a nod. "Something like that. I don't usually... All this I just... Had to get out. Yourself?"
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"A story doesn't need a theme in order to be good" I'm only saying this once but a theme isn't some secret coded message an author weaves into a piece so that your English teacher can talk about Death or Family. A theme is a summary of an idea in the work. If the story is "Susan went grocery shopping and saw a weird bird" then it might have themes like 'birds don't belong in grocery stores' or 'nature is interesting and worth paying attention to' or 'small things can be worth hearing about.' Those could be the themes of the work. It doesn't matter if the author intended them or not, because reading is collaborative and the text gets its meaning from the reader (this is what "death of the author" means).
Every work has themes in it, and not just the ones your teachers made you read in high school. Stories that are bad or clearly not intended to have deep messages still have themes. It is inherent in being a story. All stories have themes, even if those themes are shallow, because stories are sentences connected together for the purpose of expressing ideas, and ideas are all that themes are.
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Steph: Who was the best kid? Like, when you got them, who was best at, uh, being a..good kid?
Bruce, immediately: Jason.
Tim, traumatized: Let's not do this right now.
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download+play proverbs of hell here
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