"I would very much like that, yes. I don't often do much these days. It'd be nice to have a hobby." Or something to do so he could murder the innocent and take his mind off everything. He rather liked this idea. "So it's settled! Tonight you will teach me how to use that box thing to play games like you do and maybe we can kill some hookers together before we sleep." Hookers in the game, of course. Although, it was hard to say where things could end up in Gotham. "In the bed, of course. Both of us." There was no way Edward was sleeping on that stupid tiny couch.
"I'll show you all there is to it then. It's really not complicated, teenagers all over the world are the target audience here." Hence it really wasn't hard to figure out how it worked.
Wait. In the bed, both of them? Edward glanced toward the bed and then back at Oswald, rather unsure what to say to that. "If you insist, my friend. I do like stretching my legs out."
"I don't mind it, it's fun." But nothing he was taking seriously here, not really. He liked his current interests and he didn't think he could play this seriously but it was nice to beat a hooker with a baseball bat or shoot a cop to death. If he had to play one of the more complicated games Edward played, he'd end up with a headache.
He looked at Edward and took in his surprise, smiling with vague amusement. Oh Edward. "If you sleep on the couch again, your back is going to be a mess. I don't mind sharing and it's plenty big. It seems wrong to put you out, friend."
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Wait. In the bed, both of them? Edward glanced toward the bed and then back at Oswald, rather unsure what to say to that. "If you insist, my friend. I do like stretching my legs out."
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He looked at Edward and took in his surprise, smiling with vague amusement. Oh Edward. "If you sleep on the couch again, your back is going to be a mess. I don't mind sharing and it's plenty big. It seems wrong to put you out, friend."