friends across the dark

[enigmaster]

Inter-dimensional Pen Pals

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[enigmaster]

...I have missed our talks. A great deal.

[agoodname]

I have also. Has...everything been alright over there?

[enigmaster]

Oh, you know... Fine, really. Still dealing with unwanted guests. The city's being chaotic as always, but that's helped me lie low, so. You know.

And... on your end?

[agoodname]

That never hurts. Lying low, that is, when it's warrented. [as for him] Things are alright. Being mayor is both incredibly rewarding and exhausting. There are a lot of hands to shake and schools to visit and ribbons to cut but...[he hesitates for a moment]...it feels like I'm doing something my mother would've been proud of.

[enigmaster]

...I'm sure she would be.

[agoodname]

I...hope so. Also it leaves something a little cleaner, at least on the surface, to my father's name as well.

[enigmaster]

...Ah. Of course. [As someone doing his absolute best to distance himself from his own father's name? Can't relate.] Well. You know I remain available, if you need my help with anything.

[agoodname]

...I do. [there's a warmth in his voice, then, seeping in relieved and fond]

And I for you, Edward. Should you need anything.

[enigmaster]

I'll keep that in mind, I suppose. [The thought is appreciated? It's not really as if there's a lot Oswald can do.]

[agoodname]

[....alright he huffs a bit at that]

I know there's not much I can do, but nevertheless....

[enigmaster]

I don't especially need anything, anyway, so don't concern yourself.

[agoodname]

[..........] .....right. [HE KINDA...SOUNDS A LITTLE HURT??? But that's silly, he has no reason to feel hurt, he's just telling the truth, it's fine. He's just being over sensitive coming off of ending that fight. He huffs out a small sigh] I'll...speak to you later?

[enigmaster]

[.......]

...Oswald?

[agoodname]

Yes?

[enigmaster]

If something is bothering you, I'd prefer it if you just told me.

[agoodname]

[laksdhfs oops. Oswald presses his lips together, then--too obvious. It's frustrating--he didn't want to screw this up again so quickly. There's a pause...before huffing out a bit of air and leaning back against the couch] It's... ...I want to be able to do things for you, also. I know it's--it's silly. I can't really do anything; not the way you can.

[enigmaster]

Oh.

...Sorry. I mean, if there is anything, I would definitely call you? Even just talking helps... plenty.

[agoodname]

[....] Alright. At least I can do that. [he chuckles a bit] And perhaps design you some more suits.

[enigmaster]

[Edward laughs a little.] Are you worried I'm going to run out?

[agoodname]

[he sniffs a little, huffy] Fashion is ever-changing, Edward! We can't have you wearing the same thing all the time.

[enigmaster]

Well, thank god I have you.

[agoodname]

You really are. Fashion is a preferred hobby of mine. How fortunate you have me to guide you through its many pitfalls.

[enigmaster]

Very fortunate indeed. [He's only slightly joking, now. Too much of that is entirely sincere.] What would I do without you? [Well, apparently feel like absolute garbage, judging from the last several weeks.]

[agoodname]

Possibly wear something hideous or not appropriately eye-catching enough for the Riddler?

[enigmaster]

Now I worry what on earth you think I'd wear if left to my own devices.