[ she's finishing up just as he gets to her, but she dawdles for a bit to hide the amused smirk on her lips. she rises and plucks the shirt out of his hand, looking it over. it isn't any more worse for wear than he is, but the blood stains on it are pretty minimal making it still wearable at the very least. ]
Suddenly you're helpless.
[ what happened to all that stuff you could do with a busted up arm, jason? she's close to laughing, clearly having fun with their little game. now that she knows he's alright, it's easier to slip back into the casual flirtations that seems to come so easy between them.
still, she's careful as she guides the collar of the shirt up and over his head. ]
Isn't it supposed to be the reverse?
[ as in, she should be removing his shirt not putting it on...
she gets his head through the hole and lets the shirt just hang around his neck like a necklace because she's suddenly far too busy reaching up to ruffle the unruly fluff that is his hair. ]
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Suddenly you're helpless.
[ what happened to all that stuff you could do with a busted up arm, jason? she's close to laughing, clearly having fun with their little game. now that she knows he's alright, it's easier to slip back into the casual flirtations that seems to come so easy between them.
still, she's careful as she guides the collar of the shirt up and over his head. ]
Isn't it supposed to be the reverse?
[ as in, she should be removing his shirt not putting it on...
she gets his head through the hole and lets the shirt just hang around his neck like a necklace because she's suddenly far too busy reaching up to ruffle the unruly fluff that is his hair. ]