#look all I'm saying is when I looked up pomade's one company legit used the word handsome to describe the scent okay

[fairisfair]

"at some point this post was edited with legacy beta or the old x-kit so trims don't work" okay I see how it is, settings, I'll just make a new post -.-

@batisms from why was this in my drafts for so long??

“so  we  don’t  need  alfred,  then?  just  ambulance  transportation  by  say…  a  ‘piggyback’  ride?”  offering  with  a  funny  smile  pulling  at  his  features ,  amusement  growing  in  his  tone.  as  ridiculous  as  he  may  find  it,   something  gets  in  bruce  once  in  awhile  to  actually  come  out  of  his  shell  and  act  as  a  normal  kid.  perhaps  it’s  the  way  his  mood  has  lighten  now  knowing  rachel  is  okay  to  egg  on  his  sudden  good  mood ,  she  really  had  his  heart  thundering  with  fear  back  there.  sometimes  it  takes  reminders  like  that  to  realize  how  grateful  he  is  for  people  like  rachel  and  alfred  in  his  life ,  how  much  he  cares  for  them  and  loves  them.  which  is  what  tends  to  make  him  distant  sometimes ,  when  he  succumbs  to  the  bad  days  of  dealing  with  trauma.  it’s  terrifying  to  love  someone  so  much  in  fear  of  losing  more  people  he  loves  so  dearly.   “i’m  sorry  it  hurts.  you  can  look  at  it  as  a  good  thing ,  though.  better  it  to  be  your  wrist  than  ankle.”  more  important  to  stand  and  walk  than  to  use  an  arm ,  still  ––  he  hopes  her  wrist  feels  better  soon.  intently  observing  to  ensure  rachel’s  safety ,  once  he  sees  she’s  able  to  take  a  step ,  sound  of  feet  crunching  freshly  fallen  fall  leaves  rustle  beneath  soles  of  dress  boots  as  bruce  takes  a  few  steps  forward  then  stops  to  peer  over  his  shoulder  at  her.   “well ,  the  ambulance  awaits.”  playfully  speaking ,  gesturing  her  to  hop  on  and  he’ll  carry  her.

he’s being awfully sincere.  he was always rather genuine ,  like his parents had been.  their kindness lived on through him.  he could very easily adopt the personality of a billionaire brat ,  but surely alfred would put bruce right if he did so.  “alright, alright.”  rachel smiles and braces herself by resting slender hands on his shoulders , feeling the outer edges of his collar bones under her fingertips beneath the expensive fabric of his shirt. sunset-colored leaves crunch under foot as she hops up ,  muscle memory clicking into place from their years playing this game.  she can smell the pomade in his hair ,  waxy with a hint of handsome fragrance.  it’s nice having such a good friend.  maybe he’d grow up and help others in different ways.  as a doctor ,  performing surgeries for hours no matter the exhaustion.  or an engineer  ––   he certainly loves  tinkering with things around the house.  one afternoon they’d taken apart and reconstructed a music box discovered on a treasure hunt. the brass key no longer turned ,  ornate porcelain figures frozen in their waltz.  but careful hands and dedication worked through until the box’s tinkling melody filled the cozy kitchen.  they pretended to dance like the fancy couple twirling to the familiar tune ,  before challenging each other to see who could drink a glass of freshly pressed apple juice faster.  “this is the definitely fanciest ambulance in all of gotham.”