Eh. [He waffles his hand and the pen in the air.] A little maybe.
Most people who can afford motorcycles like them better to ride, I guess. They're heavy, good for cruising. I just prefer how the other ones look. Sporty, fast. Cool. They're lighter, too. Can pick up a lot of speed. Usually used for stunts.
[He could just say edgy really.]
People call 'em "crotch rockets," but they're sportsbikes.
[they almost say "overcompensation" but unfortunately they like jason enough that they do not do that. instead, they nod along.]
Which makes it all the better for you to get around Gotham wherever you need to go to do whatever you need to do without getting caught. A bigger, sturdier bike would slow you down.
[their hand instinctively raises to swat at the pen. no!
but they take the paper anyway.]
Oh yeah, all the money that you guys don't have. Like Lepus wouldn't have cleaned you all out before I could even start a bid. [they shake their head.] ...consider it kind of a memento for me to keep in mind what things are important to you.
Like I need the extra attention. [he may get the sense they're rolling their eyes.] Maybe I'm just kinda creepy, who knows? ...guest relations is making sure guests are taken care of. It's easier to know how to do that when I know what guests like and have a little background info that they share with me. No big deal.
You sure do know how to make that sound as ominous as possible, you know.
[He's still teasing, but there's... an edge of something a bit cautious to it actually.]
...How old are you? You got a family, or something? Run a business? Why are you so... I don't know, in tune with what your job is here? Like you're used to taking care of people.
...sure. Not like you don't know where to find me before then if you need to, and Tuesday's kinda inevitable. Just don't forget them, whatever they are.
[me like "but you spelled tuesday right" before realizing that's not what you meant.]
I said maybe. Not that they would. [they're still leaning against the front desk, the drawing in their pocket and picking at one of their gloves.] You don't think it was just a misinterpretation?
I don't know yet. [this time the tone's a little more sharp.] This hasn't happened before because you guys caught the culprits. So maybe they're still in the culprit, maybe they left, maybe they'll come back.
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Most people who can afford motorcycles like them better to ride, I guess. They're heavy, good for cruising. I just prefer how the other ones look. Sporty, fast. Cool. They're lighter, too. Can pick up a lot of speed. Usually used for stunts.
[He could just say edgy really.]
People call 'em "crotch rockets," but they're sportsbikes.
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Which makes it all the better for you to get around Gotham wherever you need to go to do whatever you need to do without getting caught. A bigger, sturdier bike would slow you down.
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Hey. [He reaches up to thump the veil over their forehead with the non-ink end of the pen.] You're catching on.
[He smirks, then offers out the paper to them.]
Better not find you selling my drawings for a lot of money without my signature on them.
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but they take the paper anyway.]
Oh yeah, all the money that you guys don't have. Like Lepus wouldn't have cleaned you all out before I could even start a bid. [they shake their head.] ...consider it kind of a memento for me to keep in mind what things are important to you.
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[He's teasing. One brow raises, probably both at the Lepus thing and the last part.]
You keeping tabs on what's important to me? Kinda creepy...
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[He's still teasing, but there's... an edge of something a bit cautious to it actually.]
...How old are you? You got a family, or something? Run a business? Why are you so... I don't know, in tune with what your job is here? Like you're used to taking care of people.
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[that list of questions is a little weird though, and the cat tail sways softly.]
Is there something wrong with doing a job I know I'm capable of?
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[He's looking at them not unlike how they always end up looking at him.]
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...let's shelve that for another time. Disclosing my personal life isn't quite in-line with my job duties.
[but there's something about it that's made them a little uncertain, so. thanks jason.]
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Another time then. [He nods at the paper with his chin.] Keep it.
[As if Aquarius wasn't going to keep it anyway.]
I was going to ask you some questions, but I think I'll save it for Tuesday.
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...sure. Not like you don't know where to find me before then if you need to, and Tuesday's kinda inevitable. Just don't forget them, whatever they are.
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[Yet. Hilarious considering what Tuesday will bring! Fun!]
You disappointed? In yesterday.
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also a weird question, so they pause before there's a shrug.]
Little bit. But it happens. It's unfortunate for Bucky but it just means maybe people will have a better idea what to do next time.
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Tch. Sure. Do we? I'm thinking we don't when we're scrambling around trying to figure out a bought hint. They shouldn't have even wasted the tickets.
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I said maybe. Not that they would. [they're still leaning against the front desk, the drawing in their pocket and picking at one of their gloves.] You don't think it was just a misinterpretation?
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Oh, yeah. It was definitely a misinterpretation. But we don't exactly have any wiggle room for misinterpretations. That's what got Bucky killed.
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...I'm going to be honest with you. For once, I actually don't know what to say about this.
[and it's...a little tired, a little regretful, and mostly just a little unsure.]
But we can agree on that. Misinterpretation's what got Bucky killed, and someone walked away.
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[They fucked up, but he's from a place where they fucked up, like, literally six out of seven times. Usually.]
What's that mean for the rest of us? I mean--regarding the shadows. They get go away? Stay inside them? Get worse? Let me guess, you can't tell me.
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But it does mean it's not over either way.
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Instead, he exhales tiredly.]
Clearly. Guess we don’t have any choice but to cross that bridge when we get to it.
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[a terrible, terrible joke.]
...see you Tuesday?
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Alright, you've been hanging around me too much. Starting to pick up my absolute shitty sense of humor.
[He nods his head again. He doesn't pull the hat down this time! Character development.]
Yeah. See you Tuesday, Water Bearer.