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The Roof - Monday Evening

After a rather awkward morning, Chuck spent most of the day in his room, clearing it of anything that reminded him of cuddling. Yeah, those sheets were gone for good. Gross.

Now he was sitting on the edge of the roof with a joint in his hand, getting stoned out of his mind. He needed it after this weekend.

[Expecting one but totally open since it's a roof and all]

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Dinah headed up to the roof as the sun started going down, a handful of boomerangs in hand, intent on not having to go in until she lost them all to the lawn. Seeing Chuck, she paused, then walked over to him, wrinkling her nose as she got closer and could smell the marijuana. "Hey, Chuck."

"Hey, Dinah," Chuck said, smirking at her. "Nice to see you back to normal."

"Oh, god." Dinah grimaced. "I am so, so sorry that I pestered you this weekend. Especially the staring at you while you were asleep. Little kids are so weird."

"If it makes you feel any better I've had girls wake me up in stranger ways," Chuck said. No, he wasn't going to be going into detail with that.

Dinah turned bright pink, but snickered anyway. "Um, good for you? And yeah. Sorry about trying to get my mom married to you. I'm sure that was freaky too." Taking a breath, coughing and then moving upwind, Dinah stepped sideways, and threw the first boomerang, watching it sail out and then come back to the roof.

Chuck watched the boomerang with a wide grin spread across his face. That was pretty cool. "You didn't scar me too badly. I wouldn't be a good stepfather anyways."

"You might," Dinah objected. "Little me thought you were cool." Then looked at him, smoking weed. "Well. Okay, maybe if you had help." She grinned, and picked up another boomerang, carefully angling it and letting it zoom off and away, whuppa whuppa whup and yes, back to her hand. "Ha!"

"What do you have those things for anyway?" Chuck asked. Other than because they looked fun to play with, obviously.

"For--" Okay, could she say for work? Noooo, maybe not. "Practice." Dinah tilted her head, then gave him half the truth. "I've got telekinesis, and it helps me learn how to control it." Another one, this time one in nerf green-and-orange, went zooming out, and she concentrated on bringing it back to her. "Like that!"

Chuck nodded a bit in understanding. "Didn't realize you had to practice that sort of thing. But I'm from someplace fairly normal so..."

"Yeah. There's a lot of people with powers back home, but we all try to stay off the radar." Another boomerang went off, but Dinah was distracted, and it banged into the side of the building, falling away to the trees below. "Whoops. I could do this if I didn't practice, but it gets easier. I only got it nine months ago. I was throwing things without meaning to for the first few weeks."

"That's pretty cool," Chuck said, impressed as he always was when he got to see people with powers. "Can you do anything else?"

"Ummm..." Cue more blushing. "Well. Touch-telepathy. I can read someone's mind if I'm touching them..." And the blush got deeper.

Oh look, another boomerang!

"Now that is something I'd like to have," he said, not noticing the blushing. "Could come in very handy where I live."

"Uh-hunh," Dinah said, just to have something to say, then asked, "You think so? What would you do with it?"

"Where I'm from the more secrets you know, the more power you have," Chuck said simply. "I'd say telepathy could come in handy for that."

Dinah forced herself to concentrate really hard on the boomerang, step, pull back, throw, put your chi into it, and let it go. Because that was... really unnerving. Kind of a scary view of Chuck's mind, without having to read it.

"Maybe. But sometimes you find out things you'd rather not know. And you can't take it back."

"I believe every piece of information is useful information," Chuck told her. He took a hit of his joint. "Even the bad things are useful."

"Useful, maybe." She fiddled with another boomerang, giving him a considering look through the haze, waving more of the smoke away. Wondering if she was getting a mild contact high, tasting it on the back of her throat, a mild tingling on the inside of her nose. "But people deserve to think what they want. Without having other people know. It feels...." Dinah paused, not knowing how to explain. "It's great, but it always makes me feel guilty when it happens on accident. Cheating, somehow."

And zzzzzing of another boomerang out into the dark, whup whuppa whuppa whuppa as it came back home.

"That's because you have one of those conscience things," Chuck teased. "Good for you."

Which made Dinah laugh, but a little exasperated too. "Yeah, I do." She slid him a look, then teased back, "And what if I'd said I'd read you? How okay with that would you be?"

Chuck shrugged. "I've got nothing to be ashamed of. I guess I'd be okay with it."

He's done things he should be ashamed of, sure, it's just that...he wasn't.

"Must be fun. Not to worry at all about rules, or what other people think," Dinah wondered. And kind of weird. Although she couldn't define how. Just slightly... unnerving. In the interest of not being coy, she admitted, "I read you once. The second time we met, on phone day. Your booty call to Hannibal." She was turning red either with embarrassment or the tiny marijuana buzz.

Yeah, sure, it was the drugs. Right.

Chuck grinned and started to laugh. "Seriously? Oh, god, that's hilarious! Honestly, you were probably getting off light. It could have been much worse."

"From what I've heard on Radio, I figured," Dinah said dryly, then had to snicker. "That's it, though. And I've heard way worse out loud from people before, as well as by touch." She stuck out her tongue. "Boys can be gross."

"That's not fair. I know plenty of gross girls," Chuck said. He paid for them all the time. "They're just better at hiding their dirty doings."

"Probably," Dinah said, looking amused. "Or they don't think those kind of things when they accidentally touch me. As opposed to you, maybe."

Chuck smirked. "Things just pop into there; I can't help it."

"Yeah, right," Dinah said, shaking her head, still smiling.

Zzzzing! Whuppa whuppa whuppa thud.

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