[ Handling compliments is all about expectations and mindset.
When he’s in vigilante mode, he’s got the mindset sewn up. He’s working with his best skills, he’s showing off; he might not be assured in relationships, but the certainty of everything else bleeds over. He can deliver lines like “Chicks dig the cape” with panache.
Expectations let the side down. He wasn’t expecting to have the compliments turned back around at him by someone who’s plotting out his future as a cat gentleman.
Rook might be better equipped than Tim, but he’s still clearly fighting off a flattered blush. He looks to the side, pretending to be scanning for vines and enemy electronics. To Wiccan -
(No, that was a mistake.)
To the ground and then back up, because he’s thought of a clever response. ]
Technically, you stuck the landing, not me. You’re the one who KO’ed the robot, baited the vines and landed perfectly in my arms. Guess that makes you the impressive one.
[ See, Wiccan, he can get you just as tangled in compliments out of left field and then find something else to hide behind. ]
Did you see where my knife went in the middle of that awesome?
[ He has a decent sense of the trajectory and scuffs around at the grass to find it. ]
And you wouldn’t want the story to be yours. It’s a one liner only. The whole story is he called himself Moriarty, stalked me for months physically and electronically, made clay clones of my brothers, kidnapped the guy I was dating and tried to blow up the boat.
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When he’s in vigilante mode, he’s got the mindset sewn up. He’s working with his best skills, he’s showing off; he might not be assured in relationships, but the certainty of everything else bleeds over. He can deliver lines like “Chicks dig the cape” with panache.
Expectations let the side down. He wasn’t expecting to have the compliments turned back around at him by someone who’s plotting out his future as a cat gentleman.
Rook might be better equipped than Tim, but he’s still clearly fighting off a flattered blush. He looks to the side, pretending to be scanning for vines and enemy electronics. To Wiccan -
(No, that was a mistake.)
To the ground and then back up, because he’s thought of a clever response. ]
Technically, you stuck the landing, not me. You’re the one who KO’ed the robot, baited the vines and landed perfectly in my arms. Guess that makes you the impressive one.
[ See, Wiccan, he can get you just as tangled in compliments out of left field and then find something else to hide behind. ]
Did you see where my knife went in the middle of that awesome?
[ He has a decent sense of the trajectory and scuffs around at the grass to find it. ]
And you wouldn’t want the story to be yours. It’s a one liner only. The whole story is he called himself Moriarty, stalked me for months physically and electronically, made clay clones of my brothers, kidnapped the guy I was dating and tried to blow up the boat.