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[notafraidofyou]

Leave a message, or a text, or idk smoke signals or whatever. I'll get back to you. Might take longer if I have to translate smoke signals.

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[notafraidofyou]

[He hands him the ice pack he'd picked up on the way here before turning his attention to the... very broken hood. It's going to be kind of like a puzzle, trying to put the thing back together. It's fine, and he does actually have the patience for that kind of thing, no matter what he pretends when other people are around, but... damn.]

I guess that's what a helmet is for. To take the brunt of the face trauma. Do you have glue at least?

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[reneger]

( at least it's not jason's face. as bruised as it is, he only broke his nose, no cracks in his skull. it's the small things that count. he takes the ice pack with a quiet, murmured "thanks", presses it to the side of his face that's bruised up the worst and sits himself down on the floor close by. )

Duct tape. No glue.

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[notafraidofyou]

[Tim makes a face.]

I think I can get it all together again, but it's not really going to be structurally sound unless I can get something to make the seams strong. No more super-punches to the head.

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[reneger]

's fine. It hasn't needed to take punches in a while, it'll last 'til I can get it fixed up better.

( definitely shouldn't be taking superpunches to the face regardless of whether or not the mask is there to absorb it anyway. )

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[notafraidofyou]

I hope so.

[He doesn't know you all that well yet, Jason, but he has a feeling that you and conflict are intimately acquainted, and having a helmet to protect your thick skull might be slightly more necessary than you think it is.

He sits down on the floor and starts peeling away tape so he can get a better look at the pieces.]

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[reneger]

( the pieces are all there; he's not missing any bits. a lot of them are scratched, dented, but. that's what happens when you take a suit built out of weird as shit meteor metal to the face. )

Next planet, we'll pick up better shit for it.

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[notafraidofyou]

[Better shit? How about a new helmet. But who knows. Maybe Jason's sentimental about this one. He starts carefully piecing them together and using the tape to hold them into place.]

Too bad you don't have any spares kicking around, huh?

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[reneger]

Had a ton of them back home. Sadly, space doesn't make it nearly as easy to get 'em.

( not sentimental about that exact hood, but the design of it and he has yet to find someone to replicate it on planet. jason reaches back behind him, grabs onto a smaller role of tape, a few pieces of wire, pliers. .

you know, shit tim could use. all of it pulled out from god knows where, and leaves it on the floor beside them. )

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[notafraidofyou]

Yeah, space is pretty light on stuff like actual useful gear.

[No Robin stuff. No batarangs or any of the cool stuff from home. Not that he's annoyed about that or anything. He starts making use of the additional stuff Jason had set out. This is not going to be pretty, but hopefully he can at least make it semi-functional.]