The take that Riddler gives Oswald on the complicated four-way-split connection going on with Doe lands a little strangely for Oswald and it's probably all for the best that he's in one of his more reasonable places overall. It doesn't stop 'he gets it' sounding all the more like a solid link and less like something Oswald shouldn't feel a tremendous amount of concern over.
He doesn't fully jump when Ed's hand folds over his own exactly, but it's an unfamiliar and distant kind of feeling. And in public, no less. For a short second, there's not only the sense of misgivings he has about Joker, but the chilling awareness that someone could see. And then it settles. No-one from Duplicity comes to Insincerity (yet). And even if they did, no-one in Duplicity seems to care about arbitrary combinations of genders.
He refocuses his attention onto what Riddler is saying after his brief flicker of panic, his brow creasing as he sort of belatedly catches up on the direction of the words and for a second he wonders if he's missed a step.
"He-- What?" he shakes his rapidly in confusion, vaguely recalling John's overall excitement about getting to meet 'Eddie's special friend' before. "Why would he want that?"
For Ed, some five months out from deciding that he didn't have the energy for a sexuality crisis and it was easier to just roll with it, it doesn't even pass his mind not to give that affectionate grip and squeeze.
"Mm." Riddler looks out onto the see of bland that makes up Insincerity. The lack of colours does make details easier to pick out. "Well... John's only memories are of Arkham. He has a reactive attachment disorder of a kind, a show of friendship or affection is so alien to him that he latches on with fervent need. An extreme version of Ed's own difficulties in setting socially appropriate boundaries. We're friends, therefore getting involved with helping us get what we want is his expression of friendship."
Alien though it is, Oswald really would prefer that Ed's hand stay precisely where it is over his own. It's a gesture that makes his mind go through a few different ups and downs alongside some predictable spikes of paranoid questioning--all the what-ifs about whether something is a trick or a trap will take time to fully dissipate--but it also has a settling effect.
This shouldn't really be a surprise. Through the mayoral campaign, Ed was a thoroughly calming presence, able to apply just the right amount of pressure and clarity at just the right moments when Oswald needed to calm down, and also knowing when to be hands off when Oswald needed to be the very opposite of serene.
Tentatively, as Riddler talks, Oswald shifts his thumb in an experimental caress across the side of the other man's finger, down the length of the digit, across the elegant slope of knuckles, all with this sense that if he got even the slightest hint of displeasure that he'd stop immediately.
"He had indicated a certain familiarity with Arkham and anyone who has endured that hell hole in any form has my sympathies."
Reservations aside, this is really a question about how much Oswald trusts Ed and Riddler. It's a different question that is more about something to build than something that already exists in a fully formed state.
After a pause, he gives out a small sigh; nothing ventured and all that.
"And anyone that you would consider a true friend, I will extend the same offer to."
Maybe he can speak these feelings into existence and it'll chase off the prickly jealous insecurity. Hey, it's gotta be worth a shot, right?
Riddler smiles, slightly distant. "John is a friend. Joker... is not. He's not an enemy, but he did take mild advantage of Ed before helping us out of a situation." Pinned him and stole a kiss he had not been invited to take before finally letting Riddler out from the charm's effect.
The finger stroking his own makes him glance down and back up with a more direct smile, hints of Ed's content pleased smile in it.
"John is a pharmaceutical genius, but I would hesitate to trust either of them too far. I would only ask you to trust that I know how to handle them. And trust that he is a friend."
Strangely enough, it's that particular clarification that brings the smile back of Oswald's face too--not the comment of about Ed being taken advantage of, but the distinction of where the lines of friendship do and do not exist. There are some parallels there, definitely, but Oswald can willfully bracket that for now.
Placing his glass down for a moment, Oswald brings his newly freed hand over to clasp it briefly atop of Ed's already on his own. Somehow, that sort of gesture is more practiced and doesn't feel remotely so transgressive.
"Now, that is a formation of trust I can back with confidence!"
Ed smiles and does that thing where his whole self seems to bubble and tense with the unexpectedness of feeling good. "Good. Good." He pokes at his food again.
"No, it's no good, this is so mediocre as to be offensive. Please, we need to go back to Duplicity where we can get decent food, decent wine, or decent ingredients for me to cook something."
Over the years, Oswald has come to appreciate small wins that he would like in time to extend into something that lasts just a fraction longer each time. Just a little bit longer. Bit by bit. Some of his aspirations really are ridiculously grand, while others are very small.
Here, to Oswald, the food doesn't really matter. It's not ever going to beat Chinese takeout straight from the box and wine in beakers, which remains one of his favourite meals to date, but it sort of doesn't matter how only passable the food is here. What matters is who he's with and how no weapons have been pulled yet.
The Ed-style outburst initially makes Oswald blink in surprise before a fond, warm little smile takes over his face. He lifts one hand in a mild shrug.
"And who I am to make you suffer so!" he says with a hint of a chuckle in his voice before reaching across to take up and drain the rest of his glass. Sure, it's not good wine, but he may as well finish it off and settle the bill.
"Fortunately, you and I have plenty we can do about the mediocrity in this city in the longer term."
What matters for Riddler and Ed is that after two or three months of spiralling out of control, of stimulant abuse and weight loss and food tasting of nothing much but parental anger and a fake Oswald's bemusement, food needs to appeal to make himself eat. And this... isn't doing it. Is making him want his white tablet to make himself not hungry.
"If I'm going to make myself eat, I'm at least going to find some pleasure in it, rather than just stuffing down whatever will keep me going." He pushes the plate and glass away and resolves that he's not eating here again, only at the Clocktower.
At a later point, if Oswald comes to understand a little more about what Ed has gone through since arriving at Duplicity, he may realise his misstep in this particular choice of venue and city--what is more than acceptable to him isn't what Ed needs.
But he doesn't know, or at least it only begins to dawn on him belatedly how the things Ed has told him are matching up. The episode, the self-medication, the weight loss, the pushing at his food. Ah. That would all make sense.
Pushing himself to a stand and gathering up his cane beneath his palm, he extends his other hand to Ed.
"You finding pleasure in whatever it is you're doing is something I think should become the chief goal in the vast majority of things we do together."
One day Oswald will learn to be a bit more discerning about that kind of phrasing in this place, but for now... it still escapes him.
"Forgive me for missing the mark this time around, but I am hopeful we can find a way to remedy that."
It's Riddler who gives Oswald a lascivious smile and low chuckle. "Oh, Oswald, you will need to learn to guard words like that," he purrs.
"No, stop it," Ed hisses, apparently clamping down on Riddler and swallowing hard to focus himself. His smile is a bit more tremulous. "Sorry. He's discovered flirting."
In point of fact, it's not an inappropriate thing to point out and all it would take would be more Oswald to say that to the wrong (or right) person under the wrong (or right) circumstances.
The initial response he gets darkens Oswald's cheeks as he realises his oversight, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he clamps them shut and glances away. But surprisingly, it's not nearly as uncomfortable as all that. In fact, there's something kind of titillating in the game of it all.
"No, it--" he shakes his head and gives a coy little chuckle, "It's quite right. Very right indeed."
With a brief pause, his fingers flex slowly as he weighs something in his mind.
"But perhaps... I do not feel such a strong need to guard words like that with you," then, turning with one arm lifting in a shrug he adds, "Who is to say!"
Still fumbling a little, but like any muscle it will only get stronger with use.
"Your words and virtue are as safe with em as you wish them to be," Riddler promises (apparently Ed isn't that good at locking him out right now), getting up and offering his hand to Oswald to help him up. He's invigorated with the back and forth between them, with being allowed to flirt and lightly tease with the object of his affections.
If he can get that hand, he'll duck down as he lifts it up to press a kiss to the back.
At this point, there's no reason to turn down the offered hand, so Oswald just takes it with a faint smile, which fades into a brief kind of shock as Ed's lips find the back of his palm and knuckles.
All these little gestures feel huge when they arrive so unexpectedly, though not unwelcome. There it is again--the feeling of the circuit connecting up, making his throat momentarily tight and his skin warm, rendering him momentarily unable to act. But he doesn't yank his hand back, doesn't try to tear his eyes away. Every time something like this happens the fear becomes less and less about the acts and more that he is just going to wake from it.
And, having been a bit of a show off, Riddler tucks Oswald's hand into the crook of his elbow and smiles. "Shall we? We can get a cab from the main doors back to the monstrosity house."
At least the inside is tasteful. And for the convenience of the arrangement, he'll live with it.
Ed and Riddler and all shades in-between them can, in point of fact, get away with a fair amount that others wouldn't. Oswald realised this when he held off exacting revenge in Gotham for as long as possible, holding out some kind of hope for a change of heart in one or both of them. Here, there's every chance that Ed could innocently scuff his toe across even more of Oswald's carefully constructed lines and that Riddler could just stride on over them.
Love-sick isn't a state that Oswald wants to easily fall into, especially when he knows one of the chief symptoms are blindness and shortness of breath, but as he gets into the cab for the short ride the comments he might normally have related to how private cars to and from the gate is part of the proposed four hour experience for the Clockhouse, he's just... distracted. Pleasantly distracted. The kind of distracted that makes him not want to take back the arm Riddler stole.
"Where--" he hears the little crackle in his voice and takes a moment to clear his throat, "Where would inspire a stronger sense of appetite in you, Ed?"
Ed isn't great at spotting boundaries at the best of times and accidentally blunders into, up against, over and too far from them constantly. Riddler will often spy them and then, like a cat, rub himself all over them before carefully and considerately stepping straight past them.
But it's Oswald. And they'll always make the effort for him.
Riddler looks askance, but he did ask Ed, so Ed answers. "I suppose I've mostly been cooking. I've found I stress bake. Or stress dessert make. Both. And since I've made it, I eat what I feel I need to. I've fallen back into some bad habits here, habits I thought I'd broken after college."
There several areas of Ed's life that Oswald has only really come to notice after stumbling out of his infatuation with Ed and into a different sphere of perspective. He doesn't, for example, know much of anything about those bad habits from college and even now hesitates to ask. Does he really want to nudge Ed toward troubled thoughts when things are going really very well, all things considered.
It is an issue though, Ed's weight and probably his poor eating habits overall. Something that needs addressing not just for Ed's own sake but for highly pragmatic and somewhat selfish reasons--it does Oswald no good if Ed and Riddler slam into working with him only to work themselves to utter exhaustion and skipping meals. At least, that's the assumption Oswald is working with at present.
"Then it would appear we need to develop or reestablish some better habits. And I would propose, at the very least, that we attempt to sit down together whenever possible for proper meals together. That won't always be viable, I know, but it would put me in quite the awkward position were I to join you and be the only one eating."
There's a non-committal hum from the man in question. He knows he can set and keep those routines; after he finished with college and went to work in the lab, he had to make sure that nothing would ever be compromised because of him. And post-college, for a while, things had been quieter. More settled between them.
Having someone to eat with would help. Ed tries to get breakfast with Victor most mornings, but they both keep their own lives and schedules. "I find it strange, how easily I've adapted to living with people. At the Van Dahl manor, and here. I lived on my own for so long that I thought I'd find it much harder to adjust than I have.
"I'd like that. If we can eat together regularly. And while it might be awkward, I do like seeing people enjoy the things I make. Be it enjoying my cooking or enjoying an origami penguin made from gift wrapping."
The latter part of Ed's comment makes something jump a little in Oswald's chest, like he's been spotted doing something he shouldn't, but the reply that comes out of his mouth is kind of unexpected and a bit of a verbal stumble.
"I have that!"
He pauses, realising he's kind of sat forward while speaking before slowly settling back as if doing so will diminish the attention that might be drawn toward his excitement.
"The-- what you made. I.. arrived here with it. Of all things."
Ed's lips part, but, for a moment, he's speechless.
He smiles warmly instead and nods slightly. "I have the puzzle box. And the frame with our certificates." Duplicity had been very pointedly not allowing Ed to forget the man he left behind.
"Those and my switchblade. It was reassuring, knowing I wasn't unarmed here." He understands why Oswald had taken it, because it was the same reason he had kept it in his pocket at all times.
Well. That's just strangely poetic of a shitty sex dungeon city. It draws a soft laugh from Oswald as he lowers his head in bashful amusement.
"Perhaps it truly is fate," he muses aloud, recalling one of the earliest conversations he and Ed had when he awoke in the other man's bed, tired and worn and broken.
He's quiet for a moment then, running his tongue across the flats of his teeth beneath his lips adds, "And I have that too."
Oswald's comment coincides with the car drawing to the gate out of the city, leaving the specific subject hanging quite ambiguously as he makes to step out and reach into his pocket, withdrawing the switchblade and offering it to Ed like it's something strangely precious.
"Admittedly, I had every intention of returning it to you sooner."
It startles a short laugh from Ed, nothing particularly mirthful, more shock than anything.
Because of course Oswald got that.
Oswald producing the blade makes him smile. He reaches out and closes Oswald's hand around it, but then keeps holding. "Keep it as long as you want. Or need. I just wanted to know you were a little bit safer here." Since Oswald hadn't been able to stand having him near until he worked out how he felt and where they stood.
He gestures Oswald to get out while he fixes up for the cab.
For men like them, it's silly to get sentimental over weapons. In the heat of a firefight, blades and guns and bullets don't have meaning except for the times that they do. There's nothing special about the knife except that it's Ed's, that he knew Oswald pocketed it, that he told him to keep hold of it, that he's now suggesting that he only return it if he's feeling secure enough to do so. And there is no better safety blanket in the world than a knife, as far as Oswald is concerned.
With a small shake of his head, Oswald pulls the blade back for now. He has the one in his cane if he needs it, but making a fuss over who should take one little switch blade right now seems to make about as much sense as arguing over who will settle the cheque at dinner--it'll come to each of them in time.
Moving himself to the gate between the two cities, Oswald slips his hand, along with the blade, back into his pocket and waits with a bit of lingering nervous energy, something familiar and entirely different to what he once knew from being around Ed.
Ed settles up the cab and then joins Oswald at the gate, not hesitating to step back through. It's strange to think that there's a place he dislikes enough to make Duplicity seem welcoming, but since he can't enjoy the benefits of living in Insincerity, visiting to be bombarded with the penalties seems pointless to him.
"Is there anything you fancy for a meal? I can order ingredients on the way to be delivered."
For Oswald, Insincerity is exciting for absolutely zero reasons related to the city itself. The city itself is dull and flavourless, and in that is potential. None of that needed explaining to Ed as far as a business venture is concerned, but as for Insincerity itself? Well, if Ed wants to find his own footing for reconnaissance purposes then he'll do that all on his own.
Feeling a little bold once they step back into the surprising vibrancy of Duplicity, Oswald steps to Ed's side to slide his arm into the crook of the other man's elbow, not simply waiting to be offered it this time.
A straight-forward answer would be the most simple and least challenging, though if Oswald knows anything about Edward Nygma it's that what he truly hungers for are questions and puzzles, and if this is as much about Ed finding his appetite as anything else, Oswald should give him something to think on.
"Something that gives you enjoyment to make. Something you would enjoy watching me try. Something that would never taste as good were it created anywhere else. And it can take as little or as much time as it needs."
Of course, he's only talking about food, but the way he looks at Ed could easily suggest that isn't all he's speaking to.
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Date: 2020-06-30 08:18 am (UTC)He doesn't fully jump when Ed's hand folds over his own exactly, but it's an unfamiliar and distant kind of feeling. And in public, no less. For a short second, there's not only the sense of misgivings he has about Joker, but the chilling awareness that someone could see. And then it settles. No-one from Duplicity comes to Insincerity (yet). And even if they did, no-one in Duplicity seems to care about arbitrary combinations of genders.
He refocuses his attention onto what Riddler is saying after his brief flicker of panic, his brow creasing as he sort of belatedly catches up on the direction of the words and for a second he wonders if he's missed a step.
"He-- What?" he shakes his rapidly in confusion, vaguely recalling John's overall excitement about getting to meet 'Eddie's special friend' before. "Why would he want that?"
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Date: 2020-06-30 08:30 am (UTC)"Mm." Riddler looks out onto the see of bland that makes up Insincerity. The lack of colours does make details easier to pick out. "Well... John's only memories are of Arkham. He has a reactive attachment disorder of a kind, a show of friendship or affection is so alien to him that he latches on with fervent need. An extreme version of Ed's own difficulties in setting socially appropriate boundaries. We're friends, therefore getting involved with helping us get what we want is his expression of friendship."
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Date: 2020-06-30 08:47 am (UTC)This shouldn't really be a surprise. Through the mayoral campaign, Ed was a thoroughly calming presence, able to apply just the right amount of pressure and clarity at just the right moments when Oswald needed to calm down, and also knowing when to be hands off when Oswald needed to be the very opposite of serene.
Tentatively, as Riddler talks, Oswald shifts his thumb in an experimental caress across the side of the other man's finger, down the length of the digit, across the elegant slope of knuckles, all with this sense that if he got even the slightest hint of displeasure that he'd stop immediately.
"He had indicated a certain familiarity with Arkham and anyone who has endured that hell hole in any form has my sympathies."
Reservations aside, this is really a question about how much Oswald trusts Ed and Riddler. It's a different question that is more about something to build than something that already exists in a fully formed state.
After a pause, he gives out a small sigh; nothing ventured and all that.
"And anyone that you would consider a true friend, I will extend the same offer to."
Maybe he can speak these feelings into existence and it'll chase off the prickly jealous insecurity. Hey, it's gotta be worth a shot, right?
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Date: 2020-06-30 09:10 am (UTC)The finger stroking his own makes him glance down and back up with a more direct smile, hints of Ed's content pleased smile in it.
"John is a pharmaceutical genius, but I would hesitate to trust either of them too far. I would only ask you to trust that I know how to handle them. And trust that he is a friend."
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Date: 2020-06-30 09:37 am (UTC)Placing his glass down for a moment, Oswald brings his newly freed hand over to clasp it briefly atop of Ed's already on his own. Somehow, that sort of gesture is more practiced and doesn't feel remotely so transgressive.
"Now, that is a formation of trust I can back with confidence!"
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Date: 2020-06-30 09:53 am (UTC)"No, it's no good, this is so mediocre as to be offensive. Please, we need to go back to Duplicity where we can get decent food, decent wine, or decent ingredients for me to cook something."
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Date: 2020-06-30 10:13 am (UTC)Here, to Oswald, the food doesn't really matter. It's not ever going to beat Chinese takeout straight from the box and wine in beakers, which remains one of his favourite meals to date, but it sort of doesn't matter how only passable the food is here. What matters is who he's with and how no weapons have been pulled yet.
The Ed-style outburst initially makes Oswald blink in surprise before a fond, warm little smile takes over his face. He lifts one hand in a mild shrug.
"And who I am to make you suffer so!" he says with a hint of a chuckle in his voice before reaching across to take up and drain the rest of his glass. Sure, it's not good wine, but he may as well finish it off and settle the bill.
"Fortunately, you and I have plenty we can do about the mediocrity in this city in the longer term."
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Date: 2020-06-30 10:34 am (UTC)"If I'm going to make myself eat, I'm at least going to find some pleasure in it, rather than just stuffing down whatever will keep me going." He pushes the plate and glass away and resolves that he's not eating here again, only at the Clocktower.
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Date: 2020-06-30 11:16 am (UTC)But he doesn't know, or at least it only begins to dawn on him belatedly how the things Ed has told him are matching up. The episode, the self-medication, the weight loss, the pushing at his food. Ah. That would all make sense.
Pushing himself to a stand and gathering up his cane beneath his palm, he extends his other hand to Ed.
"You finding pleasure in whatever it is you're doing is something I think should become the chief goal in the vast majority of things we do together."
One day Oswald will learn to be a bit more discerning about that kind of phrasing in this place, but for now... it still escapes him.
"Forgive me for missing the mark this time around, but I am hopeful we can find a way to remedy that."
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Date: 2020-06-30 11:26 am (UTC)"No, stop it," Ed hisses, apparently clamping down on Riddler and swallowing hard to focus himself. His smile is a bit more tremulous. "Sorry. He's discovered flirting."
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Date: 2020-06-30 11:44 am (UTC)The initial response he gets darkens Oswald's cheeks as he realises his oversight, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he clamps them shut and glances away. But surprisingly, it's not nearly as uncomfortable as all that. In fact, there's something kind of titillating in the game of it all.
"No, it--" he shakes his head and gives a coy little chuckle, "It's quite right. Very right indeed."
With a brief pause, his fingers flex slowly as he weighs something in his mind.
"But perhaps... I do not feel such a strong need to guard words like that with you," then, turning with one arm lifting in a shrug he adds, "Who is to say!"
Still fumbling a little, but like any muscle it will only get stronger with use.
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Date: 2020-06-30 12:01 pm (UTC)If he can get that hand, he'll duck down as he lifts it up to press a kiss to the back.
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Date: 2020-06-30 12:10 pm (UTC)All these little gestures feel huge when they arrive so unexpectedly, though not unwelcome. There it is again--the feeling of the circuit connecting up, making his throat momentarily tight and his skin warm, rendering him momentarily unable to act. But he doesn't yank his hand back, doesn't try to tear his eyes away. Every time something like this happens the fear becomes less and less about the acts and more that he is just going to wake from it.
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Date: 2020-06-30 12:33 pm (UTC)At least the inside is tasteful. And for the convenience of the arrangement, he'll live with it.
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Date: 2020-06-30 12:45 pm (UTC)Love-sick isn't a state that Oswald wants to easily fall into, especially when he knows one of the chief symptoms are blindness and shortness of breath, but as he gets into the cab for the short ride the comments he might normally have related to how private cars to and from the gate is part of the proposed four hour experience for the Clockhouse, he's just... distracted. Pleasantly distracted. The kind of distracted that makes him not want to take back the arm Riddler stole.
"Where--" he hears the little crackle in his voice and takes a moment to clear his throat, "Where would inspire a stronger sense of appetite in you, Ed?"
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Date: 2020-06-30 01:00 pm (UTC)But it's Oswald. And they'll always make the effort for him.
Riddler looks askance, but he did ask Ed, so Ed answers. "I suppose I've mostly been cooking. I've found I stress bake. Or stress dessert make. Both. And since I've made it, I eat what I feel I need to. I've fallen back into some bad habits here, habits I thought I'd broken after college."
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Date: 2020-06-30 01:20 pm (UTC)It is an issue though, Ed's weight and probably his poor eating habits overall. Something that needs addressing not just for Ed's own sake but for highly pragmatic and somewhat selfish reasons--it does Oswald no good if Ed and Riddler slam into working with him only to work themselves to utter exhaustion and skipping meals. At least, that's the assumption Oswald is working with at present.
"Then it would appear we need to develop or reestablish some better habits. And I would propose, at the very least, that we attempt to sit down together whenever possible for proper meals together. That won't always be viable, I know, but it would put me in quite the awkward position were I to join you and be the only one eating."
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Date: 2020-06-30 01:34 pm (UTC)Having someone to eat with would help. Ed tries to get breakfast with Victor most mornings, but they both keep their own lives and schedules. "I find it strange, how easily I've adapted to living with people. At the Van Dahl manor, and here. I lived on my own for so long that I thought I'd find it much harder to adjust than I have.
"I'd like that. If we can eat together regularly. And while it might be awkward, I do like seeing people enjoy the things I make. Be it enjoying my cooking or enjoying an origami penguin made from gift wrapping."
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Date: 2020-06-30 01:40 pm (UTC)"I have that!"
He pauses, realising he's kind of sat forward while speaking before slowly settling back as if doing so will diminish the attention that might be drawn toward his excitement.
"The-- what you made. I.. arrived here with it. Of all things."
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Date: 2020-06-30 01:56 pm (UTC)He smiles warmly instead and nods slightly. "I have the puzzle box. And the frame with our certificates." Duplicity had been very pointedly not allowing Ed to forget the man he left behind.
"Those and my switchblade. It was reassuring, knowing I wasn't unarmed here." He understands why Oswald had taken it, because it was the same reason he had kept it in his pocket at all times.
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Date: 2020-06-30 02:04 pm (UTC)"Perhaps it truly is fate," he muses aloud, recalling one of the earliest conversations he and Ed had when he awoke in the other man's bed, tired and worn and broken.
He's quiet for a moment then, running his tongue across the flats of his teeth beneath his lips adds, "And I have that too."
Oswald's comment coincides with the car drawing to the gate out of the city, leaving the specific subject hanging quite ambiguously as he makes to step out and reach into his pocket, withdrawing the switchblade and offering it to Ed like it's something strangely precious.
"Admittedly, I had every intention of returning it to you sooner."
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Date: 2020-06-30 02:13 pm (UTC)Because of course Oswald got that.
Oswald producing the blade makes him smile. He reaches out and closes Oswald's hand around it, but then keeps holding. "Keep it as long as you want. Or need. I just wanted to know you were a little bit safer here." Since Oswald hadn't been able to stand having him near until he worked out how he felt and where they stood.
He gestures Oswald to get out while he fixes up for the cab.
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Date: 2020-06-30 04:22 pm (UTC)With a small shake of his head, Oswald pulls the blade back for now. He has the one in his cane if he needs it, but making a fuss over who should take one little switch blade right now seems to make about as much sense as arguing over who will settle the cheque at dinner--it'll come to each of them in time.
Moving himself to the gate between the two cities, Oswald slips his hand, along with the blade, back into his pocket and waits with a bit of lingering nervous energy, something familiar and entirely different to what he once knew from being around Ed.
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Date: 2020-07-01 06:11 am (UTC)"Is there anything you fancy for a meal? I can order ingredients on the way to be delivered."
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Date: 2020-07-01 09:12 am (UTC)Feeling a little bold once they step back into the surprising vibrancy of Duplicity, Oswald steps to Ed's side to slide his arm into the crook of the other man's elbow, not simply waiting to be offered it this time.
A straight-forward answer would be the most simple and least challenging, though if Oswald knows anything about Edward Nygma it's that what he truly hungers for are questions and puzzles, and if this is as much about Ed finding his appetite as anything else, Oswald should give him something to think on.
"Something that gives you enjoyment to make. Something you would enjoy watching me try. Something that would never taste as good were it created anywhere else. And it can take as little or as much time as it needs."
Of course, he's only talking about food, but the way he looks at Ed could easily suggest that isn't all he's speaking to.
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