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[darlingrat]

@miidnighters ( chase ) ════ ゛ starter call ! ˎˊ˗

honestly, there was nothing more comforting than slop diner food. something about it, stuck to your ribs juuuuust right. if you were asking odette, anyway. her tastes was in the toilet, considering she'd eat just about anything you handed her, but buttery pancakes and crispy bacon .. you just couldn't beat that.

with a cup of disgustingly over sugared coffee, too, the waitress who'd served her whispering to coworkers about how many packets she'd watched the woman dump into her mug. a disturbing amount, to say the least. that didn't even account for the fact she'd brought a god damn rat into their establishment. he was well behaved! sat politely on the table top, nibbled on bits of short stack handed to him.

she thought it'd been going well for a public interaction, all things considered, until the girls huddled in the kitchen's doorway and ushered the fry cook to come and deal with it. that's what her ever nosy ears had picked up, anyway, capable of hearing their hushed ramblings about kicking her out. sheesh, she hadn't even done anything.

❝ - 'ey, 'ey, 'e's my emotional support animal! c'mawn! ❞ she argues, ❝ y'er tellin' me if a guy came in 'ere wit' a stupid purse d'awg 'n said 'da same t'in'g, y'd kick 'em out? no y'a wouldn't! 'cuz everyone looooves d'awgs! ❞ rat looks particularly innocent right now, held up for the line cook to see. ❝ man, i only got like, fourteen dolla's. we's was jus' tryn'a eat! look how polite 'e is. ❞

[darlingrat]

@multimuseforme ➫ cont.

odette stumbles forward from the force of it, cheeks reddening with embarrassment. she chooses specifically not to comment on it, readjusts the rat perching upon her shoulder who'd been made to cling on for dear life. ❝ y' say 'dat ... ❞

her doubt, audible. who in this town didn't try to bait you with wild riches? insisted your family would eat for life, that you'd never have to work another job, that the bat would never even know what you'd done. she'd heard it all before. she knows waylon has too; and she still blindly agreed to go alongside him. he's one of the only people she puts trust in - one of the only people who wasn't a rodent, anyway.

hands upon her hips. ❝ whose is we even w'erkin' fer, anyway? ❞ she should have asked that earlier. plenty of folks in gotham who weren't exactly fond of her and her antics. that meant plenty of folks in gotham who wouldn't be willing to cough up a portion of their earnings. ❝ we jus' gotta' do our own t'ing, way. stop trustin' 'da idiots 'round 'ere t' make money f'er us. ❞ they'd always be the odd ones out. ❝ who needs a handl'a? we do it an' split it wit' nobody! if we gonna' be suicidal 'bout it, gotta' make it worth. ❞

[darlingrat]

@killerkillercroc ▸ cont. !!

❝ i wouldn't let 'em. ❞ does her assurance mean much of anything? no, but it was earnest. there should be no doubt within his mind odette would kick, and scream, and bite as much as she could to keep waylon out of trouble.

a little closer she scoots. head comes to rest upon his arm, the hand he'd used to take hers tenderly pet. he'd shared with her in bits and pieces how the staff at arkham had treated him - like, an animal. they could never take the time to know him like she did. most couldn't. or, wouldn't. odette wouldn't put him in danger of going back. especially not for such a silly scenario. she'd thought it cute, of course. that's what couples did, right? laid out, watched the stars. the lighting is low, and she's appreciative; cheeks tint that pinkened hue. ah, she's embarrassing.

❝ it'd be fun. if we could go out 'n all, y'know? ❞ a pause. half a smile, curling of her lips. ❝ not at 'da cost'a y'er freedom. obviously. maybe we could . . bring 'dat kinda' stuff t' us. know what i mean? ❞ odette sits up now, clearly contemplating. ❝ aw, man, imagine if i stole'a project'a 'r somethin'! that'd be fun, right? we could pretend we're at 'da movies. ❞

[darlingrat]

@viqilantis ════ ゛ starter call ! ˎˊ˗

she must have looked at herself in the mirror a dozen times in the last twenty minutes. a dozen and one now, since she looks. again. deep, deep breath.

odette couldn't help it. she wasn't made for events such as this one. no matter how many they attended together, each continued to feel like the first.

she fixes a wispy curl, purses lips tight as she reapplies lipstick for what was the third time. she's nervous, okay? it never quite felt right for her to be involved in high society galas - even if bruce insisted otherwise.

he was being monumentally patient with her. he never once complained about just how long it took her to get ready; how much time she cost them, how many times she'd step away from the doorway to adjust something or other. ❝ could'ja zip 'dis dress? ❞ back is turned to allow him access to the zipper, her fidgeting growing more obvious the closer he drew. ❝ do I look ridiculous? I always worry I look ridiculous, y'know? I dunno. ❞ she looks to their reflections. ❝ i don't wanna' embarrass you. ❞

[darlingrat]

@d1nker ════ ゛ starter call ! ˎˊ˗

this was a deeply pressing case . . . to odette. she required the best, and only the best. there wasn't many humans she decidedly trusted; but harry was among those ranks. she'd proven herself reliable, a true and tried friend to the vermin. it's why odette had approached her with discovering who had rat-napped her poor, precious jellybean. stealing a baby - who does that ?! she'd never stoop so low.

when case had been accepted, odette put herself on as harry's unverified watson. her shadow, desperate to learn everything the detective did.

the duo currently find themselves surveying a public park, comically hiding behind a tree with nothing but a pair of binoculars. ❝ .. y' t'ink 'dat's our guy? ❞ more like, our prepubescent child. there he was, playing soccer. menacingly. ❝ he ain't look like a rat-napp'a. ❞

[darlingrat]

@moontress ⤷ cont.

Toothy smile. Hand is taken, Odette having found herself exceedingly fond of the contact. Warm, and growing ever familiar. ❝ really ?? ❞ The only time she'd ever flown was ( honestly ) To her own detriment. The humiliation one is forced to feel when Killer Moth lifts you under the arms like a kitten . . . ❝ yeah. scoop 'n sprinkle. they're by bristol, been open f'r like, i dunno' — EVER. ❞ She knits their fingers, cheeks pleasantly warm. ❝ y'er real sweet, june. i mean 'dat. only makes sense i g'itch'a a sweet treat. ❞

[darlingrat]

@sqrlbomb ════ ゛ starter call ! ˎˊ˗

❝ j'aysus, it's fuckin' hot! ❞ not that odette wasn't enjoying the beach - she'd simply been unprepared for the sun's true strength. she was used to living underground, didn't spend enough time out of the sewers to realise just how blistering that big burning ball in the sky could truly be.

the duo had slathered one another in surplus amounts of sunscreen, though odie is sure she can still feel her skin beginning to boil. she'd be embarrassingly red in the next hour, she's sure of it. that wouldn't feel good, but ..... doreen had been right; this was fun, despite her current complaints.

sugary soda is loudly slurped on, toes scrunching through the sand as they head for the waterline. ❝ i know i pro'lly should'a tol' y'a earlier, but i ain't much of a swimm'a. ❞ when she put it like that, it made her sound afraid of the ocean. she wasn't! shit, she spent her free time trotting through the sewers of new jersey, ❝ jus' - i ain't good at it! 'm like, real freaked t' go deep, dude. what happens if i float away an' y' never catch me, huh? sharks g'it me? oh my g'awd, if 'dat happens, y'a gotta' take care'a 'da rats f'er me. ❞