[There's a fair delay between this message being read and Oswald even beginning to reply, partly in his mind he's scared of hitting play on the file he's been sent again and he's not sure he'll be able to bring himself to turn it off if he does.]
Not that I am refusing, however I would be lying if I said that was what was precisely on my mind at this precise moment.
[It takes him a minute to make himself scroll up. By now it's become a matter of routine to find his phone sending out mixed messages.
But that
That's something. And now he's got to think what he wants to do about it. There's a dumber, brasher version of Dick Grayson he still plays round Penguin and Riddler more than most people and it's tempting to let that be a deflection from giving any true response.]
Can't confirm or deny. But, since my ass happens to be on your mind.
text: un: birdwatcher
[Listen, so far as he's aware, Oswald's just texted him.]
no subject
Not that I am refusing, however I would be lying if I said that was what was precisely on my mind at this precise moment.
no subject
no subject
no subject
But that
That's something. And now he's got to think what he wants to do about it. There's a dumber, brasher version of Dick Grayson he still plays round Penguin and Riddler more than most people and it's tempting to let that be a deflection from giving any true response.]
Can't confirm or deny. But, since my ass happens to be on your mind.
Are you still thinking about lunch?