It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.
... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!
After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.
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["Family." That makes Jason's heart skip a beat in a way he's too afraid to admit. Family means that, even if he's a complete and utter screw-up in both the present and the future... people still love him? Maybe? It'd be far too easy to pretend taking him in was a mistake, after all, or perhaps even something that never happened.
But Damian just said "family" in a way that implies Jason's still included in that and — fuck.
Still feeling like he's about to spontaneously implode, he signs:
I'm a jerk in the future. Got it. Rolling his eyes, trying to make light of the situation, but he continues with: We can both talk. That way, taking my own advice.]
[It's such a natural thing to refer to all of them as The Family, so Damian didn't think twice about what it meant to bitty Jason. He isn't EVEN AWARE. At all.
Of the chaos he just unraveled inside of Jason's core. Sorry.] The only thing you're good at doing besides getting into trouble is making jokes about dying at every moment, but never talking to anyone about it.
i still hate you for this tag
But Damian just said "family" in a way that implies Jason's still included in that and — fuck.
Still feeling like he's about to spontaneously implode, he signs:
I'm a jerk in the future. Got it. Rolling his eyes, trying to make light of the situation, but he continues with: We can both talk. That way, taking my own advice.]
GOOD suffer
Of the chaos he just unraveled inside of Jason's core. Sorry.] The only thing you're good at doing besides getting into trouble is making jokes about dying at every moment, but never talking to anyone about it.
[His face says: idiot.] Fine. You first.