Dick. . . Isn't entirely used to the streets of Japan just yet. He's tried his hardest to get accustomed to them, but he still ends up a little later than usual, no matter where he's going.
Tonight, he's running late to meet @Scxrlet_Wings at their date. Date? Dick thinks it's +
clad in semi-casual attire, all black button up and pants combo— not a mask or an ounce of spandex in sight.
〝 Hawks? Hey— 〞
Taking a seat in their private space, he very evidently feels bad about his timing, 〝 I'm so sorry that I'm late. I'm still adjusting to the town. 〞+
Goodness gracious.
Is this man just always prepared to make someone swoon? Dick takes the little paper, tucking it into his utility belt.
〝 I'll be there. I won't be wearing this though— you aren't hard to miss, so I'll find you. 〞
“ Lemme just. “
Pulling a pen and small recipes from his pocket to write all the information on the back before folding it between two fingers and offering it over.
“ Here ya go, pretty boy. “