I have a code too. [Not that dissimilar, come to think of it, even if every now and then a code was more of a guideline.] These days the rule is not to do anything I can't get Mick to stop talking about by taking of my shirt.
[It's a good rule to live by, all things considered. Right now the quip also serves to distract him from that inkling of something where Lisa is concerned. His sister, in any universe. He'd want her safe.]
I know at least one person who's from a world where they think chopping heads off is an acceptable form of justice, bagels don't exist for him. [He thinks. Listen, it's an educated guess based off of what little Foggy has gathered of Westeros.] I'm just saying, there's a correlation between the non-existence of bagels and other breakfast foods and the shittiness of some realities.
[Aside from the fact that they produce sound and in the hands of someone competent, a particularly nice sound]
I didn't come here with much, but I do have flutes and I don't know how to care for them. Four of them belong to...they don't belong to me...and one is a gift I've been holding onto. I'd like to keep them in good condition and normally when they are in my care I take them to a specialist...that sounds so clinical
[And he's relieved that he doesn't sound like an idiot, especially since he's dating someone who knows everything about flutes and he doesn't have the first damned clue about music.]
We've got the Justice League and it's various offshoots back home—though I hear that's started up here, as well. But almost every major city has its own superhero... and the villains that come with it.
[ Hmm, is the "I used to be a Rogue" pre-second date talk, or post? Probably post, right? Right. ]
Well, you already knew about the rat thing, and that's pretty much it.
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Luckily, that's not too hard if they're not being used regularly. You can just keep them in their cases, for the most part. Maybe polish them and oil the keys once a month or so, but without regular use, they won't need much.
[ He doesn't have to guess whose flutes these might be, and that makes this all a little awkward, but, well, he can't in good conscience let an instrument go untended. ]
If you need help with that, I could take care of it for you.
Avengers, Justice League—what are they gonna come up with next? Revengers? Superfriends?
Definitely not how it works where I'm from. Most of the superheroes I can name are based out of New York, though Captain America was in DC for a while before SHIELD went belly-up. I don't know about villains, they don't seem that common, and the ones I know about are in jail.
[Wilson Fisk absolutely counts as a comic-book supervillain, in Foggy's opinion.]
You can talk to rats, and I can generate fog. I feel like we should lodge a complaint or something.
I can't imagine a reason to use them. In spite of Hartley's best efforts, it's too embarrassing to play in front of him so I never learned. I suppose I'd rather listen.
[That, and David never really had the time. His own parents were less concerned about his artistic development growing up and more concerned with his mathematical and science growth.]
I don't kill. I don't maim, if I have the choice. Or if someone's really asking for it.
Honestly, I haven't tested the full extent, some of this stuff just seems best avoided when dating someone who's trying to stay on the straight and narrow. He don't mind the stealing too much, but I ain't about to pile onto the moral conflict.
[Not that he was ever going to stop stealing, but hey. It got them a nice place.]
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