IC CONTACT (HAVEN)

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APPOINTMENTS

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[Conner's bunk. It is where all the cool kids are hanging these days. At least until Conner gets home and kicks them out of it, but that may be part of the fun. Kon is casually sitting across the bunk so he can lean against the wall, playing with Zatanna's hair.]

So, naturally that's when the mean history teacher shows up and is all, if you don't get an A on your next test, I'm calling your parents! Which is the last thing Wendy needs because she and her Mom are already in a tight spot because she's worried about Wendy sneaking out at night to stalk werewolves.

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[She loved it when he played with her hair like that.]

[Why else would she seem so content while listening to him ramble on about that crazy show of his (which, admittedly, did sound better than those awful Italian soaps her dad used to watch when he thought no one was looking)? A compromise. One Kon hadn't realized he was making, but one that seemed to appease them both all the same.]

[Everything about the moment felt right. The feeling of his fingers through her hair. Gentle. Almost loving. His voice, smooth and bright and full of such joy. She was only half paying attention, but a few key words did stick out long enough for her to continue feigning interest.]

That sounds like a familiar story.

[How long had she snuck out at night because her father hated the thought of her fighting crime so young?]

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Right? Like, critics are always going on about how the show is unrealistic and doesn't deal with the issues the youths of today face, and I'm all, what the fuck? Everyone I know sneaks out at night to stalk -- well, not werewolves, but criminals. Which is similar enough.

[Just think, Zatanna. If this were Conner, he might be narrating the static channel to you.]

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[If he were Conner, she probably wouldn't be cuddling up to him like this at all.]

To be fair, I'm pretty sure we're a special case.

[She let out a soft moan, followed by a sigh as she repositioned herself. Shifting her weight just enough to peek one eye open.]

[Then the other.]

[In this light...she lifted her head, tilting it to one side as she stared at him.]

There's something...different about you.

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... Maybe. But still. Superheroes are a part of your target demographic, so you got to take them into account!

Good different or bad different?

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[It took another moment before she realized. Oh! That would explain it...]

You forgot to shave this morning.

I thought something was tickling me before.

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I did not forget to shave.

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There's stubble on your chin.

[Which she rubbed a hand over, pressing her lips together to keep from laughing.]

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I'm cultivating it.

[This is kind of a weird sensation, but not unpleasant.]

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[Speaking of weird...]

You're what now?

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Growing it out. I am thinking of getting it to the five o-clock shadow stage, and then keeping it there.

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[See? It was so much better when he spoke actual English.]

What brought this on?

Usually, when you make a fashion change this drastic, there's a reason behind it.

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Actually, I've kind of been wanting to do this for ages, but didn't want to upset Conner. Because you know, I'm not stuck at sixteen anymore, he is. Not that it matters in Haven, but geez.

Anyway, I figured better to shave and avoid awkward questions but then I told him anyway, and now that he is not dead and happy because of the Korra situation, I figured that he was in a good enough place that the state of my chin was not going to cause him distress.

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[You know what the strangest part of all that was? Not only did she follow every word...not only did it make total sense...but it was surprisingly sweet. To care for Conner so much that he would take something like that into account. She certainly would never have thought of it.]

[A moment of further contemplation, and she leaned against the wall beside him, head propped up by her free elbow as she continued to inspect the stubble with her fingers.]

...I kind of like it.

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[Kon spends a surprising amount of time working out what Conner will probably think of something. And then what Superman would think of something. It's probably for the best that Zee only got the highlights version of his mental processes.]

[Or that his mental processes are exceedingly obvious as he preens.]

Yeah? You think it enhances my rugged appeal?

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Surprisingly, yes.

We just need to give you a plaid shirt and surround you with trees and you could be the next Brawny man.

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Rude! I might have to take my manly stubble somewhere it will be appreciated.

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[So who said she wasn't appreciating it? This was her, appreciating. Never mind the fact that she looked...no different than usual.]

And where might that be?

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Red? I mean, he is kind of my hobospiration.

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You think Red'll appreciate you more than me?

[Kon, please. Please, please. Also, hobospiration is an awful word.]

Go on. Prove it. I'll wait here until you get back.

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[Kon doesn't budge.]

Red isn't in.

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You haven't looked.

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I've been looking. His picture is there, but he's not picking up his phone. Look, I'll prove it.

[Kon shifts so that he can pull out his phone. Sadly, this means that he has to stop petting Zee's hair. He taps Jason's picture to call him.]

Just letting you know that you're my hobospiration.

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See? No reaction.

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[There would be more time for petting later. That sounded kind of wrong, didn't it? Zatanna leaned forward just enough to get a better look at Kon's screen. He was right. Red's picture was still there. But that message....]

Has it ever occurred to you he thinks you're just leaving him drunk voicemails?

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I am pretty sure that if Red thought I was sending him drunk voicemails he would be over here to kick my arse for wasting his time with drunk voicemails.

But ... [Kon is going to properly sit up now.] I've tried looking looking for him too.