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“My apologies, I only meant to express concern,” he said, ducking his head, expression a bit sheepish. Of course, he doubted Roy would appreciate his concern, none that anyone else expressed seemed to do a thing to stop him, so why would this be any different? The corner of Kaldur’s mouth twitched upwards as he shook his head. “No, I am rather persistant and stubborn. I had merely hoped to talk and… perhaps spend some time with Roy Harper instead of Red Arrow?” 

“Of course you did.” He sighed, actually smiling slightly by wha the other had said last, nodding, persistant and stubborn, exactly why he didn’t really want to argue about anything, so he might as well just let it go, so they could spend some time together. Since they haven’t done that in ages. “Hah, spoken like some poet, but yeah, sure I’m up for that, we could grab a drink or something?” Maybe order some food while at it, skipping that for as long as Roy had, was starting to show.

A little of the tension went out of Kaldur’s shoulders at the sight of Roy’s smile, glad he had not made another misstep here. He hadn’t thought there was anything particularly poetic about his words, so he decided to let that go, assuming Roy was simply mocking him. At the suggestion, he inclined his head in a slight nod. “I would not be opposed to that… perhaps some food as well?’ he added, noticing that the archer seemed to have lost a bit of weight since he had last seen him.

“Hah, well then it’s settled.” He kept the smile up, surprisingly and nodded in the direction down the street. “Know this diner, not to far from here, if you’re up for that? Unless you want something specific, hah, I don’t mind either way.” He really didn’t, as long as he had the company and some drinks and food, he really couldn’t care less what they were eating or drinking. Well as long as it was edible. He didn’t intend on staying for long though, that’s for sure.

[ sleep ]

my-dreams-are-of-atlantis:

itsredarrow:

my-dreams-are-of-atlantis:

itsredarrow:

Raising an eyebrow in return at the question, he did notice the frown, obviously the other’d pick everything right up. Not that it mattered as much, though. “Hah, don’t really have time for taking breaks, Kal.” Just like he kept slacking on food, sleep or excercise, the search came first, even if it got him practically nowhere. Well yet. He’d hoped he’d at least find something to lead him onwards by now after he’d been at it for this long. Guess not. 

Kaldur nodded. “Of course, because neglecting rest and your wellbeing has greatly increased the speed of your search thus far,” he said,tone pointedly deadpan. It was a cheap shot and he knew it, but he hated the way Roy was tearing himself apart over this. Relenting, his eyes fell to the ground and his shoulders moved with a silent sigh. “If you have no time for breaks, perhaps you have time for someone to assist you?”

“Oh don’t try and be all smart, it’s been working out fine for me so far.” He rolled his eyes, not really caring for the comment, even though the Atlantean was right and had a point. He shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets next. “Don’t need anyone to assist me, that’s my thing and my thing to do alone. The rest gave up by now and frankly, I don’t need them back on it. But something tells me you ain’t gonna give up with trying to pull me away from my work or trying to help me, so I’ll just agree to taking that break. For a bit.” He ran his hand through his hair, letting a sigh out. “What did you have in mind anyway?”

“My apologies, I only meant to express concern,” he said, ducking his head, expression a bit sheepish. Of course, he doubted Roy would appreciate his concern, none that anyone else expressed seemed to do a thing to stop him, so why would this be any different? The corner of Kaldur’s mouth twitched upwards as he shook his head. “No, I am rather persistant and stubborn. I had merely hoped to talk and… perhaps spend some time with Roy Harper instead of Red Arrow?” 

“Of course you did.” He sighed, actually smiling slightly by wha the other had said last, nodding, persistant and stubborn, exactly why he didn’t really want to argue about anything, so he might as well just let it go, so they could spend some time together. Since they haven’t done that in ages. “Hah, spoken like some poet, but yeah, sure I’m up for that, we could grab a drink or something?” Maybe order some food while at it, skipping that for as long as Roy had, was starting to show.

my-dreams-are-of-atlantis:

itsredarrow:

Raising an eyebrow in return at the question, he did notice the frown, obviously the other’d pick everything right up. Not that it mattered as much, though. “Hah, don’t really have time for taking breaks, Kal.” Just like he kept slacking on food, sleep or excercise, the search came first, even if it got him practically nowhere. Well yet. He’d hoped he’d at least find something to lead him onwards by now after he’d been at it for this long. Guess not. 

Kaldur nodded. “Of course, because neglecting rest and your wellbeing has greatly increased the speed of your search thus far,” he said,tone pointedly deadpan. It was a cheap shot and he knew it, but he hated the way Roy was tearing himself apart over this. Relenting, his eyes fell to the ground and his shoulders moved with a silent sigh. “If you have no time for breaks, perhaps you have time for someone to assist you?”

“Oh don’t try and be all smart, it’s been working out fine for me so far.” He rolled his eyes, not really caring for the comment, even though the Atlantean was right and had a point. He shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets next. “Don’t need anyone to assist me, that’s my thing and my thing to do alone. The rest gave up by now and frankly, I don’t need them back on it. But something tells me you ain’t gonna give up with trying to pull me away from my work or trying to help me, so I’ll just agree to taking that break. For a bit.” He ran his hand through his hair, letting a sigh out. “What did you have in mind anyway?”

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itsredarrow:

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itsredarrow:

Roy raised an eyebrow, folding his arms as he forced a slight smile up. “Well look who showed up after a while…how’s it going?”

Kaldur tilted his head slightly to one side, noting the slight stiffness to Roy’s smile. “I am well enough. And you, my friend? Forgive me, I know it has been some time since I last saw you.”

“So I see, hah, I’m doing just fine.” He shrugged, whatever keeping up with the damn search and getting practically nowhere can be called, but to anyone else he was ‘fine’. “Maybe a bit tired, but still alright…and yeah been some time.” More like ages, but that was mainly Roy’s fault anyway, he decided to drop as much contact with anyone else as possible.

Arching a brow, Kaldur looked him over once more, slight frown settling on his face. “I see, perhaps, if you are not too consumed with your search at the moment, you would consider taking a break with an old friend?” He had promised himself he wouldn’t interfere with Roy’s quest, but the archer looked tired and worn. It had been some time since they had last seen each other and Kaldur was more than a little concerned for Roy’s wellbeing.

Raising an eyebrow in return at the question, he did notice the frown, obviously the other’d pick everything right up. Not that it mattered as much, though. “Hah, don’t really have time for taking breaks, Kal.” Just like he kept slacking on food, sleep or excercise, the search came first, even if it got him practically nowhere. Well yet. He’d hoped he’d at least find something to lead him onwards by now after he’d been at it for this long. Guess not. 

my-dreams-are-of-atlantis:

itsredarrow:

Roy raised an eyebrow, folding his arms as he forced a slight smile up. “Well look who showed up after a while…how’s it going?”

Kaldur tilted his head slightly to one side, noting the slight stiffness to Roy’s smile. “I am well enough. And you, my friend? Forgive me, I know it has been some time since I last saw you.”

“So I see, hah, I’m doing just fine.” He shrugged, whatever keeping up with the damn search and getting practically nowhere can be called, but to anyone else he was ‘fine’. “Maybe a bit tired, but still alright…and yeah been some time.” More like ages, but that was mainly Roy’s fault anyway, he decided to drop as much contact with anyone else as possible.

Roy raised an eyebrow, folding his arms as he forced a slight smile up. “Well look who showed up after a while…how’s it going?”

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[ really, no Kaldurs I could rp with on here QAQ ok then. ]

battysketches:

missing scene: “it’s… good to have you back, kal.”

missgreenalien:

Speed Drawing - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gQZspqm374&feature=youtu.be

atlanteanleader:

itsredarrow:

Roy’s eyebrow rose as he folded his arms, eying the Atlantean. “Well then. Look who showed up after a while…need something? Because frankly I’m a bit busy.” 

“No, I do not.” he said. “What are you so busy with?” Kaldur asked.

“You know what the hell I’m busy with ever since-” Since they found out about the whole clone thing, although the search for the original wasn’t really going his way. “The mission I set myself to do, tch. So why’re you here then if you don’t need anything?”

Roy’s eyebrow rose as he folded his arms, eying the Atlantean. “Well then. Look who showed up after a while…need something? Because frankly I’m a bit busy.” 

It’s Red Arrow.

ninjawing:

itsredarrow:

ninjawing:

“Up to you,” Dick dragged his eyes over the archer, mostly to make a point, and cackled. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Roy had made an even bigger point of showing him, after all.

His giggles followed the redhead to the bedroom, blanket slipping off his waist and Roy trying to catch it. Dick hopped off the couch, heading to the refrigerator and pulling out the cartons of cold Chinese. He popped two into the microwave at once and started rummaging around for plates or something. There was way too much food in there to eat in one sitting; it would last Roy two whole meals even after the two of them polished off some tonight.

“I’m heating up dinner,” he called out to Roy as he walked back to the couch, apparently not noticing Dick at all. He seemed a little fuzzy still, which was understandable. Going a long time without sleep and then getting enough of it was supposed to be a bit weird for his brain. At least Roy didn’t patrol half the night like Robin did. Most of his patrol was done during the evening after his work shift. “Go set up the table or couch or wherever you want to have it.”

Oh, the food was starting to smell amazing. Dick was hungry.

“Roy, where do you keep the mugs?” he asked quizzically, because, well, they weren’t anywhere. Did Roy even own mugs?

Slumping down on the couch, he tried to wake up properly, yeah he was a bit fuzzy, not to mention he didn’t get all the sleep he needed, more like a few hours of it, but in his case it was enough, even if he hadn’t gotten it for days before now.

He glanced towards the ktichen, where Dick was apparently heating up some Chinese food…right they ordered something, while he was…well under the spell’s influence, so he doesn’t really remember much of it, but it smelt amazing and as much as he wanted to deny it…he was starving.

“Sure…” He got up, heading towards the kitchen to grab whatever forks he could find- that were clean, along with plates and everything, setting those onto the coffee table. 

“Mugs? The hell do you need mugs for, aren’t glasses enough for whatever you want to drink with it?” He raised an eyebrow, returning to the kitchen, to open up a few cupboards, really he usually kept stuff wherever he felt like it, so he didn’t know the exact spot he’d left the few mugs he owned. And were hopefully clean.

He did notice a bunch of…other food in his cupboards, which he distinctively remembered were empty, the last time he opened them, not really sure what to think, because A: Red Arrow doesn’t need help, especially when it comes to money issues, B: He’s not going to eat half of it, claiming he has no time for it anyway, so why bother?

He turned around, raising an eyebrow at Dick. “Did you stock up my entire kitchen with…this?”

“Well, they didn’t magically appear, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Dick hopped up on the counter, waiting for the timer on the microwave to go off. “Clearly you don’t have time to go shopping on your own, and I figured that was probably the reason you always eat takeout.” He tapped one of the already warmed cartons, and held it out for Roy to take back to the couch. “As good as this stuff is, it’s not exactly healthy, and neither of us has KF’s metabolism or his ability to live off junk food.”

They were both only human, plain and simple with neither a prefix nor suffix to go with it. Annoying as it was, they both needed diets to keep up their strength and reflexes.

“You gotta eat right, man.” He wasn’t lecturing. Just stating facts. “If you don’t keep up your strength, you can’t keep up your search.”

That, more than anything, was a cold hard fact.

One that Roy should know, but seemed to have forgotten.

The microwave bing’ed, and Dick took out the remaining two cartons, carrying them over to the couch and setting them on the table in front of it. Picking up the remote, he tried to find something to watch.

“We can pig out tonight, though,” he announced cheerfully, selecting abc and How I Met Your Mother, which he only knew because Babs was extremely fond of Barney, and Robin—other-Robin—was hot, okay? Dick grabbed a chopstick and a crispy fried shrimp. “Food!”

“Yeah I figured as much.” He rolled his eyes, smiling slightly though, he was starving no matter how much he tried to deny himself that, shrugging at what the other teen said.

“Well I don’t. Busy with the damn search.” Which doesn’t really give any results, so Roy practically doubled his efforts, all while slacking off on training, food or well, sleep, the dark circles under his eyes well enough proof of that.

He grabbed the warmed up cartoons, heading back to the couch after they were heated up properly and set them down onto the coffee table, simply grabbing one and opening it up, digging right in with the fork. Chopsticks were a pain to work with, so he just ignored those, rather using the fork.

“I’m keeping my strength up just fine.”

He wasn’t. And he knew it, he still didn’t really want to admit that to himself, or anyone else for that matter.

He didn’t really mind the next comment, sure they can pig out, the food was already there and paid for, no use making a healthy meal now anyway. He put a slight smile up, before turning his attention to the tv screen, chuckling every so often at some scenes. Okay so that show wasn’t even half as bad as he thought it was.