[Left out somewhere in the SuperHouse is a little paper sack with three or four cookies tucked inside. The bag is addressed in blue ink to "Jon", and comes with a little note attached:
HI, JON! I KNOW YOUR DAD IS A PRETTY GOOD BAKER, BUT I DON'T KNOW IF HE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE THESE. (THEY'RE MY FAVORITE.) ENJOY! BUT DON'T SPOIL YOUR SUPPER OR I'LL BE IN FOR IT. :) --SABRINA
Mysterious! Hopefully he finds it sooner rather than later, because as secrets go it's Not Exactly Subtle.]
( there is absolutely nothing more exciting than finding cookies laying around with his name on them. he--doesn't know her hexcode thingy but good ears tend to make up that problem. wherever she is, there's a paper plane flying right for her side, with messy handwriting scribbled on the inside: )
I ate them all, they were very good!! Thank you, Miss Sabrina!
[Oh, no, cute. And good aim, too. Luckily she's got a pen on her, and there's plenty of room on this airplane for a return message, even if her throw isn't quite as accurate or as good.]
( sometimes you have to be loud, ok. but he does, eventually, walk around the corner. cookie crumbs all over his face but. he'll get those later. they're leftovers! )
Jon gets a stealthy flower crown on the head. He pretty much stalked Jon through the Super & Co. house, then waited on the overhang of roof across the steps when Jon is ready to exit. He can drop it from above this way.
But he disappears back immediately where Jon can't see him, except Jon has great hearing, and it's easy to tell Damian's measured feet and steady breathing. The drop aim was too good also. It has to be Damian.]
( the flower crown easily settles atop soft strands of hair and jon does turn his head back in the direction he's sure damian's skittering off in, but he doesn't--follow after him. no, retaliation comes a few hours later, waiting outside the exit to damian's boathouse with a flower crown in hair made with numerous different colors--as many as jon could find around chroma along with several different colored berries to try and fill in the colors he couldn't find on flowers.
his upper half hangs off the edge as he waits, crown held carefully between fingers, just waiting for the moment damian goes to escape. . with the one damian bestowed on him still resting on his hair. )
Honestly, Damian should have expected this when there was no retaliation immediately following his stealthy crowning. But he assumes Jon does know or Jon forgets? His had been a half joke—not in giving but in crafting. Red and blue and a little yellow. Super colors.
He’a not ready for the weight that crests the top of his head when he comes out, and he starts. He knows so quickly what it is, and he jerks around to look up. He’s received a few, but none this sneakily. He’s surprised to find Jon staring back at him.] You.
( catching damian wayne off guard is a real accomplishment indeed. as soon as his hands are empty and he's gotten his attention, jon's raising his hands up to his mouth, covering the giggles threatening to escape. )
It's revenge. Flower crown revenge.
( probably the only kind of revenge jon will ever be into tbh. )
[The heck--DON'T LAUGH! Jon gets the grumpiest glare, even if it's not one in complete seriousness.]
I don't know what you're talking about. [Thank God he has the best poker face.] Flower crowns go to someone worthy. As if I would really give someone like you a flower crown...
[Speaking of, he takes his off so he can inspect it. GOD. There's so much stuff on here, and none of it has any rhyme or reason. Figures.]
Definitely not that one with those colors. Black and yellow or red, yellow, and green are the only colors appropriate for flower crowns.
( yeah, all that sounds great and all but he definitely heard damian walking away from him after dropping that flower crown so clearly it was him, there's nothing to gain from damian trying to deny it. )
But the one on my head has my colors. I tried to get as many colors on yours as I could find. Which I mean, I'm pretty sure you're worthy of.
( also it's slightly edible. so you know. that's pretty cool. enjoy those berries damian wayne. )
Tt. [Okay, so the crown is............ cute, he guesses. It's been padded with an over-abundant amount of stuff, lacks planning and strategy, but it's is pretty fitting for Jon, he thinks. No outline or design, but made with a bunch of love.
Thanks, he hates it.
Which is why he lifts it back up and puts it on his head. One of the berries on the bunch hanging in his face gets plucked off. He doesn't eat it yet; instead, he peers up at Jon again.]
If anyone is worthy of this grotesque conglomerate of colors, it's you, Jon.
( why do you gotta be so rude, damian. gosh, he was only trying to give him something nice. the smile fades into a half-pout, but he's not leaving so that's. a good sign he's not too too upset. he knows to ignore ninety percent of the words that come out of damian's mouth, focus on his actions instead. and he hasn't thrown off the flower crown, even if he's calling it gross and stuff. )
I dunno, I think you need a little more color in your life. Considering you work in the dark and all.
[The rudeness is only a back-assward way of complimenting Jon. Naturally. If it goes unnoticed, all the better for him because it just means he won't get called out on his bullshit! (Like caring.)]
Hilarious.
The point of working in the dark is not to be seen, you know. It's easy for you to work in visible, gaudy colors. [A bit of a smirk here. He likes yanking Jon's chain.] You can defy most laws of maiming and death.
If the point of working in the dark is to not be seen then why do you wear that bright yellow-black cape?
( like who can miss that thing floating around the top of buildings? jon definitely can't. he can't imagine the villains and stuff do, either. but he generally sees damian out on the streets when they're hanging together, and. well. jon doesn't hide well. doesn't really try though. )
Because the black on the outside helps conceal me in the shadows when I need it. [Really, it's probably a homage kind of thing--the yellow, at least--but it's fun teasing Jon.]
The yellow is reflective and lets the bad guys know I'm about to kick their ass when I land on top of them.
( it's good bruce disappears before jon finds it; there's a moment where he stares in awe, because it is beautiful. accurate down to the last strand of hair. jon hasn't seen her in--months, now. he's been counting the days, the hours, and while this isn't lois, it's--it's the closest thing he's going to get until he manages to drag damian and his dad out of here.
there are tears, halfway between happy and sad and he's careful to keep them away from the painting. keeps his hands down instead of handling it while the boy lets himself cry a little. lets out the heartache he feels for being stuck here, away from his mother. away from kathy, and their farm, and their apartment in metropolis. all his school friends, everything. it's so hard. but he'll be strong. and this painting is a great reminder of that, too:
lois lane wouldn't let getting stuck in some weird place without color and sirens and other weird stuff get in her way. she's strong, and he's--he's going to be strong just like her. he wants to be the kind of son both his mom and dad can be proud of, the kind of friend damian can rely on. it's okay to cry a little, to be emotional over stuff like this.
but he's got to be able to wipe up the tears and keep going, too. hands rub all over his face, smearing tears into his cheeks before shoving down against his pants and wiping off any wet residue. carefully, delicately, his fingers wrap around the edge of the painting, a shaky smile at the corners of lips before he's picking up that painting and carrying it off to his and damian's boathouse. he'll put it on the wall in the small space set aside for jon, keep it close.
[When Jon gets back to the boathouse one of the days during about the second week of the month or so, Damian will be waiting. As usual. Not unlike Batman--or Robin, Jon may guess, since strangely Robin seems to do a lot of subterfuge, too.
Except maybe there's a lot of shadow and concealment; instead, Damian is sitting on Jon's bed with his back against the wall at the headboard and his legs stretched precariously out along one edge. On his lap, on his thighs, is something that looks like a folded shirt.
He has his arms crossed, as is typical, and his face is mildly inconvenienced... as is typical.]
( he wasn't anticipating damian waiting for him, despite how typical it tends to be. jon's walks through the boathouse with krypto (fat dog that he is) in arms, rubbing his face up against the hound's ribcage and murmuring soft sweet words to him before--
near jumping right out of his skin at the sound of damian's voice, body stiffening with a loud "eeeh" as arms drop krypto and the dog gives a look around, decides it's not worth it, and wanders off to go find one of the bones laying around for him to chew on.
[Dipping his fingers under what's on his lap, he lifts it and throws his legs over the side of the bed so he can sit up, stand up. Now, it doesn't look quite so much like a shirt as... something a bit bigger, puffier.]
Here.
[Taking it by the shoulders, he opens it by letting it stiffly unfurl. The color scheme seems dull or bland, very medieval (minus the straps and belt), but the design on the arms and shoulders are kinda nice, at least. It's plain. Hm. Yeah, thanks.
Until Damian swivels his arms and turns the jacket around. The back, almost from shoulder to shoulder and down a bit below the shoulder blades, has been branded with a brilliant, familiar red and yellow emblem, the only color. The shielded S is stitched neatly by hand into the jacket material.]
Now when you're leading people to safety, they'll never forget who you are.
( oh. the--the jacket itself is nice, it's a nice fabric, nice textured, the designs on the side are great and jon doesn't even really care that much for fancy stitchings and the like. it's nice enough to have gotten a nice comment on that alone, really.
but damian turns it around and shows the back of it, and jon raises a hand to his mouth. stifles the immediate yell of "that's amazing!!" because he's sure damian isn't done talking yet. he isn't. and heck, for being a huge brat damian is still absolutely amazing. )
Damian, it's amazing!
( loudly, voice a little too high-pitched. but. )
Did you make this? Where did you learn to do that?!
I could, but no, not this one. It would take a while to cure the hide for the leather. I found it excavating one of the old buildings in town a little while back.
[The jacket is lowered into his hands where he holds it around the sleeves and shoulders, emblem up.]
I thought about keeping it for myself. [It would have been a nice outfit. But alas, Friendship got in the way.] It wasn't in great shape, but I had to tailor it to your measurements, so a lot of the rougher pieces were cut away or patched.
I had to butcher the Robin outfit to get the material for the symbol. [He glances down at the shining emblem, running his thumbs over the stitching. There's a long pause as he looks it over. And then, softly:] ...It was worth it. [There's the faintest hints of a smile at the corner of his lips, and he glances back up.]
Are you going to take it, or just stand there like an idiot and gawk?
( damian's robin gear was sacrificed for it. even if he wasn't wearing it around anymore, jon still knows that it meant a lot to damian. giving up something nice, too, it's. .
sweet. different, for damian, but not in a bad way. jon appreciates the gesture more than anything else, but the quality of the jacket's amazing too. it means a lot. that he would sacrifice robing for it, would give it to jon instead of keep it himself, would wait for him to get home on his bed like a weirdo to hand it over. there's a moment where he almost tells damian maybe he should put the pieces back onto the robin costume, that being robin is important and he shouldn't sacrifice that--
but he keeps his mouth shut, because that sounds ungrateful. and jon is anything but. both hands extend palm-out to take the jacket, delicately holding it between fingers. )
Thank you, Damian. It's amazing. I don't know what to say? This looks great.
No. [Most of what he says is always going to be eloquent, but sometimes, it takes a little bit for him to get the nerve to get it out. If it's softer, if it's sentimental. He may not remember his father, but there's a letter he still has, one he thinks he may have brought from home or been given as a reward, and it's sincere and earnest, and so much like this father. And he thinks about what it says a lot of the time now.] Thank you.
For... [HANG ON, dammit, it's hard having feelings.] What all I said before. [Nailed it.] For being my best friend even though we've been thrown into another God forsaken universe.
The courting was the stupidest thing, and I never want to be a part of it again, but... I'm aware you tried to cheer me up even if you won't admit it. I acknowledge your attempt.
Forget it. [Abort.] I'm thankful you're my friend, and I wanted to give you a gift that meant something. Hope, right? Your symbol.
Even if I don't have the uniform, I'll always be Robin, and no one here has to know who Robin is for me to do what needs to be done. But Superboy is different. People here are going to see it, they should see it. When they see it, they'll be inspired. That things are going to be okay.
Hope. ( he repeats it, keeps eyes down on the "S" symbol stitched with such care into the back of the jacket. that is what it stands for, the house of el sigil. hope. damian opens his mouth and spills such--different words for him, words jon honestly never expected. they're not bad though; it's unexpected in a great way.
jon can't help the smile, can't help but start immediately sliding the jacket on, taking the time to pull the hem down over the waist of his jeans. it fits, obviously; damian is more than observant enough to get the measurements right. hands pat down the front, making sure there are no wrinkles. )
You know that too, right? That things're going to be okay. That we've got this! Robin and Superboy, the new and improved duo! We can handle anything this place throws at us, nothing'll be too much. 'cause we're strong, and we work together, as a team.
( no space for a response, but jon takes a moment to turn himself around. tilts his head back to try and eye the back of the jacket. )
[He's quiet while Jon tries on the jacket, and he surveys his own work now that it's being worn by the right party. Not bad, but he's rather prideful in the things he does... therefore, biased.]
At least you won't freeze to death, and you don't look like a complete moron either. [The barest hints of a smirk find the edge of his lips. TEASING.
Then it softens slightly.] It fits you. Can you move alright? The laces on the arms can be loosened or tightened.
Try not to destroy it before you've had it for a week.
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i'm sorry this is the first taint to your inbox
u been spotted by.........the $ MONEY GOO$E $
send the $ MONEY GOO$E $ to 3 people or u get scorched
why
just because
If it's fire scorched, you would be immune anyway.
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Are you sending me memes?
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I wouldn't waste my time sending you a mediocre meme.
Memes are why our generation won't ever take anything seriously.
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I wouldn't give the starter that much credit.
It's a chain letter. Like the ones old people sent in e-mails in 2003.
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[Wait. Kents. Farm boy. KENTS.]
Nevermind.
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Like that chain letter, for example.
You should send it to Father.
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→ DELIVERY
HI, JON! I KNOW YOUR DAD IS A PRETTY GOOD BAKER, BUT I DON'T KNOW IF HE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE THESE. (THEY'RE MY FAVORITE.) ENJOY! BUT DON'T SPOIL YOUR SUPPER OR I'LL BE IN FOR IT. :) --SABRINA
Mysterious! Hopefully he finds it sooner rather than later, because as secrets go it's Not Exactly Subtle.]
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I ate them all, they were very good!! Thank you, Miss Sabrina!
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YOU ATE THEM ALL AT ONCE?????? :O
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I was hungry, and they were good!! Sorry!
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What are you sorry about? Cookies are made to be eaten!
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I don't know?!
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Jon gets a stealthy flower crown on the head. He pretty much stalked Jon through the Super & Co. house, then waited on the overhang of roof across the steps when Jon is ready to exit. He can drop it from above this way.
But he disappears back immediately where Jon can't see him, except Jon has great hearing, and it's easy to tell Damian's measured feet and steady breathing. The drop aim was too good also. It has to be Damian.]
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his upper half hangs off the edge as he waits, crown held carefully between fingers, just waiting for the moment damian goes to escape. . with the one damian bestowed on him still resting on his hair. )
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Honestly, Damian should have expected this when there was no retaliation immediately following his stealthy crowning. But he assumes Jon does know or Jon forgets? His had been a half joke—not in giving but in crafting. Red and blue and a little yellow. Super colors.
He’a not ready for the weight that crests the top of his head when he comes out, and he starts. He knows so quickly what it is, and he jerks around to look up. He’s received a few, but none this sneakily. He’s surprised to find Jon staring back at him.] You.
What’s the meaning of this?
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It's revenge. Flower crown revenge.
( probably the only kind of revenge jon will ever be into tbh. )
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I don't know what you're talking about. [Thank God he has the best poker face.] Flower crowns go to someone worthy. As if I would really give someone like you a flower crown...
[Speaking of, he takes his off so he can inspect it. GOD. There's so much stuff on here, and none of it has any rhyme or reason. Figures.]
Definitely not that one with those colors. Black and yellow or red, yellow, and green are the only colors appropriate for flower crowns.
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But the one on my head has my colors. I tried to get as many colors on yours as I could find. Which I mean, I'm pretty sure you're worthy of.
( also it's slightly edible. so you know. that's pretty cool. enjoy those berries damian wayne. )
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Thanks, he hates it.
Which is why he lifts it back up and puts it on his head. One of the berries on the bunch hanging in his face gets plucked off. He doesn't eat it yet; instead, he peers up at Jon again.]
If anyone is worthy of this grotesque conglomerate of colors, it's you, Jon.
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I dunno, I think you need a little more color in your life. Considering you work in the dark and all.
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Hilarious.
The point of working in the dark is not to be seen, you know. It's easy for you to work in visible, gaudy colors. [A bit of a smirk here. He likes yanking Jon's chain.] You can defy most laws of maiming and death.
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( like who can miss that thing floating around the top of buildings? jon definitely can't. he can't imagine the villains and stuff do, either. but he generally sees damian out on the streets when they're hanging together, and. well. jon doesn't hide well. doesn't really try though. )
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The yellow is reflective and lets the bad guys know I'm about to kick their ass when I land on top of them.
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( see damian is giving practical reasons but robin has been around much longer than damian has. and he doubts those were the Reasons way back when. )
a gift
One (x1) very detailed and lovely oil painting of Lois.
It's very pretty. And accurate.
Enjoy! ]
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there are tears, halfway between happy and sad and he's careful to keep them away from the painting. keeps his hands down instead of handling it while the boy lets himself cry a little. lets out the heartache he feels for being stuck here, away from his mother. away from kathy, and their farm, and their apartment in metropolis. all his school friends, everything. it's so hard. but he'll be strong. and this painting is a great reminder of that, too:
lois lane wouldn't let getting stuck in some weird place without color and sirens and other weird stuff get in her way. she's strong, and he's--he's going to be strong just like her. he wants to be the kind of son both his mom and dad can be proud of, the kind of friend damian can rely on. it's okay to cry a little, to be emotional over stuff like this.
but he's got to be able to wipe up the tears and keep going, too. hands rub all over his face, smearing tears into his cheeks before shoving down against his pants and wiping off any wet residue. carefully, delicately, his fingers wrap around the edge of the painting, a shaky smile at the corners of lips before he's picking up that painting and carrying it off to his and damian's boathouse. he'll put it on the wall in the small space set aside for jon, keep it close.
thanks mystery batman. )
forward dated a tad bc he'd need time to do it
Except maybe there's a lot of shadow and concealment; instead, Damian is sitting on Jon's bed with his back against the wall at the headboard and his legs stretched precariously out along one edge. On his lap, on his thighs, is something that looks like a folded shirt.
He has his arms crossed, as is typical, and his face is mildly inconvenienced... as is typical.]
It took you long enough.
what the heck you nerd
near jumping right out of his skin at the sound of damian's voice, body stiffening with a loud "eeeh" as arms drop krypto and the dog gives a look around, decides it's not worth it, and wanders off to go find one of the bones laying around for him to chew on.
what a nice dog. )
You could've called!
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[Dipping his fingers under what's on his lap, he lifts it and throws his legs over the side of the bed so he can sit up, stand up. Now, it doesn't look quite so much like a shirt as... something a bit bigger, puffier.]
Here.
[Taking it by the shoulders, he opens it by letting it stiffly unfurl. The color scheme seems dull or bland, very medieval (minus the straps and belt), but the design on the arms and shoulders are kinda nice, at least. It's plain. Hm. Yeah, thanks.
Until Damian swivels his arms and turns the jacket around. The back, almost from shoulder to shoulder and down a bit below the shoulder blades, has been branded with a brilliant, familiar red and yellow emblem, the only color. The shielded S is stitched neatly by hand into the jacket material.]
Now when you're leading people to safety, they'll never forget who you are.
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but damian turns it around and shows the back of it, and jon raises a hand to his mouth. stifles the immediate yell of "that's amazing!!" because he's sure damian isn't done talking yet. he isn't. and heck, for being a huge brat damian is still absolutely amazing. )
Damian, it's amazing!
( loudly, voice a little too high-pitched. but. )
Did you make this? Where did you learn to do that?!
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[The jacket is lowered into his hands where he holds it around the sleeves and shoulders, emblem up.]
I thought about keeping it for myself. [It would have been a nice outfit. But alas, Friendship got in the way.] It wasn't in great shape, but I had to tailor it to your measurements, so a lot of the rougher pieces were cut away or patched.
I had to butcher the Robin outfit to get the material for the symbol. [He glances down at the shining emblem, running his thumbs over the stitching. There's a long pause as he looks it over. And then, softly:] ...It was worth it. [There's the faintest hints of a smile at the corner of his lips, and he glances back up.]
Are you going to take it, or just stand there like an idiot and gawk?
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sweet. different, for damian, but not in a bad way. jon appreciates the gesture more than anything else, but the quality of the jacket's amazing too. it means a lot. that he would sacrifice robing for it, would give it to jon instead of keep it himself, would wait for him to get home on his bed like a weirdo to hand it over. there's a moment where he almost tells damian maybe he should put the pieces back onto the robin costume, that being robin is important and he shouldn't sacrifice that--
but he keeps his mouth shut, because that sounds ungrateful. and jon is anything but. both hands extend palm-out to take the jacket, delicately holding it between fingers. )
Thank you, Damian. It's amazing. I don't know what to say? This looks great.
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For... [HANG ON, dammit, it's hard having feelings.] What all I said before. [Nailed it.] For being my best friend even though we've been thrown into another God forsaken universe.
The courting was the stupidest thing, and I never want to be a part of it again, but... I'm aware you tried to cheer me up even if you won't admit it. I acknowledge your attempt.
Forget it. [Abort.] I'm thankful you're my friend, and I wanted to give you a gift that meant something. Hope, right? Your symbol.
Even if I don't have the uniform, I'll always be Robin, and no one here has to know who Robin is for me to do what needs to be done. But Superboy is different. People here are going to see it, they should see it. When they see it, they'll be inspired. That things are going to be okay.
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jon can't help the smile, can't help but start immediately sliding the jacket on, taking the time to pull the hem down over the waist of his jeans. it fits, obviously; damian is more than observant enough to get the measurements right. hands pat down the front, making sure there are no wrinkles. )
You know that too, right? That things're going to be okay. That we've got this! Robin and Superboy, the new and improved duo! We can handle anything this place throws at us, nothing'll be too much. 'cause we're strong, and we work together, as a team.
( no space for a response, but jon takes a moment to turn himself around. tilts his head back to try and eye the back of the jacket. )
And I've always got your back.
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[He's quiet while Jon tries on the jacket, and he surveys his own work now that it's being worn by the right party. Not bad, but he's rather prideful in the things he does... therefore, biased.]
At least you won't freeze to death, and you don't look like a complete moron either. [The barest hints of a smirk find the edge of his lips. TEASING.
Then it softens slightly.] It fits you. Can you move alright? The laces on the arms can be loosened or tightened.
Try not to destroy it before you've had it for a week.