IC CONTACT (HAVEN)

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APPOINTMENTS

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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.

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[Now they were approaching unwelcomingly familiar territory. Her smile gradually faded.]

He is a bat. Sort of.

They have this habit of not being found when they don't want to be.

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Are you implying that Red isn't on the edge of his seat with anticipation, waiting to hear what my next thrilling hijinks will be?

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[Not quite how she would have phrased it, but otherwise?]

Yes. Yes, I am.

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How accurate.

But yeah, I guess with Red having left the building, it's more imperative that someone puts in a good word for facial hair.

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I suppose it can use all the good words it can get. And if there's one thing you never seem to be short on, it's words.

[She leaned forward enough to rest her chin against his shoulder]

You okay?

Jokes aside, I know you really like the guy. It's okay to be a little worried.

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A little worried is all I can be. Like, I don't have much worry left over after Conner ... Conner. [Enough said.] Part of me thinks I should just be happy, but that little voice that I can never quite make myself ignore, that sounds like a really weird mix of Elmer Fudd and Lex Luthor, is there going 'how long' and I kind of wonder if Red's been gone longer than I knew because I was concentrated on Conner and if I missed a chance to help him.

Also, I want to tell him about my future team-mate.