[ flirt away, jason, it's not as if kate has dissuaded it at all since they met. nor has she refrained from doing so herself.
she's packed away all of her med kit by now, the small box perched neatly on her lap as she gives his arm one final look over. ]
Oh yeah? Like what?
[ there's equal parts curiosity and maybe even a hint of a challenge there in her tone. but she is genuinely interested as the implication doesn't escape her. what was it they both bonded over initially? kicking ass?
she leans forward slightly, brows lifting. ]
Kissing?
[ she lets the suggestion hang heavy in the air between them for a moment before her smile widens and she picks herself up off the couch to finally out the medical supplies away. she calls out to him over her shoulder as she replaces the stuff back under her bathroom sink. ]
You can put your shirt back on, by the way. But no rush — it's not like I'm not enjoying the view.
[ he has noticed that she hasn't dissuaded them, though he figured she absolutely would. this isn't the way he intended on actually hanging out with her, but hey, sometimes shit happens and you just go with it.
kinda what he's always done.
he has a feeling she's going to ask what he can do, and he can't exactly give a completely straight answer, but he doesn't have to, because she leans in and suggests one of her own.]
For starters.
[ He sits back as she moves away, just watching her for a long moment before he gets up, grabbing his shirt off the floor and follows her, eventually leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom as she puts things away. ]
Don't know if I can get it on with one arm, is the thing. [he totally can, but come on.] Might need your help again.
[ 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. ]
[ he's worn shirts with a lot more damage, this one is nothing. besides, he's not sure they're at the borrowing each other's clothes stage yet- though he doubts she'd leave him stranded. ]
Okay, so you got me. Maybe it was only the one thing I could do with my busted up arm.
[ the kissing. he probably means the kissing.
anyway, it's somehow just as hot with her putting on his shirt as if she was taking it off, and that really says something, doesn't it? it's not just that he's a horny teenager, nope. that's not exactly what he's known for, despite his cocky bullshit. ]
Figured we'd have to switch it up since we already did things backwards. But it wasn't really your choice to get my shirt off, so. I don't want to be a presumptuous shit.
[ his smirk turns into a smile when she ruffles up his hair, probably making it worse off than it already was, but he doesn't care. ]
Thanks for patching me up. Wasn't sure if I was gonna make it there for a minute.
[ it's probably best she doesn't know how often this happens to him, though she does already know he likes to fight, so at least there's that. ]
[ she somehow doubts he'd fit her clothes anyway — though it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing to watch him try and squeeze those muscles into one of her tees.
anyway.
kate makes no attempt to move away, but that could also have something to do with the fact with jason standing at the doorway, there's not really anywhere else she could go but further into the bathroom. so she stays where she is, less than a foot away from him, pretty much disregarding all semblance of personal space. but so what? it's her home, and he doesn't seem to be complaining. ]
[ come on, doesn't everyone have like one way bigger shirt somewhere in their closet? he's not particularly picky with cloths.
but anyway.
he tries to get his shirt on the rest of the way, only wincing slightly as he lifts his bad arm to get it through the sleeve. he pulls it down all the way, rocking forward just a little bit, way more into her personal space, and then he leans back against the door frame. ]
Everyone's got a thing for birds, huh.
[ he says mostly to himself, because she wouldn't have a reason to get it. he watches her for a moment longer, before straightening out again. ]
It's late. I should probably get outta your hair, huh. I know you weren't expecting some bloody asshole to wreck your couch tonight.
[ she's still pretty new in town, so she's still working on building up said closet. but after a night like this? she's definitely thinking of adding a few larger t-shirts to her collection. something tells her this wouldn't necessarily be a one-off.
she helps him with the rest of the shirt, of course, but more as a guiding hand than the one leading. but that means by the time he's rocking forward, her hands have settled around his hips and her grip tightens to hold him steady, as if he actually needs it. when he eases up again, so does her grip, but it's a second or two longer before she actually drops her hands. ]
Mm. You're lucky blood gets out so easily, otherwise I'd make you get me a new couch.
[ she seems to consider something for a moment, but in the end she just asks: ]
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[ flirt away, jason, it's not as if kate has dissuaded it at all since they met. nor has she refrained from doing so herself.
she's packed away all of her med kit by now, the small box perched neatly on her lap as she gives his arm one final look over. ]
Oh yeah? Like what?
[ there's equal parts curiosity and maybe even a hint of a challenge there in her tone. but she is genuinely interested as the implication doesn't escape her. what was it they both bonded over initially? kicking ass?
she leans forward slightly, brows lifting. ]
Kissing?
[ she lets the suggestion hang heavy in the air between them for a moment before her smile widens and she picks herself up off the couch to finally out the medical supplies away. she calls out to him over her shoulder as she replaces the stuff back under her bathroom sink. ]
You can put your shirt back on, by the way. But no rush — it's not like I'm not enjoying the view.
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[ he has noticed that she hasn't dissuaded them, though he figured she absolutely would. this isn't the way he intended on actually hanging out with her, but hey, sometimes shit happens and you just go with it.
kinda what he's always done.
he has a feeling she's going to ask what he can do, and he can't exactly give a completely straight answer, but he doesn't have to, because she leans in and suggests one of her own.]
For starters.
[ He sits back as she moves away, just watching her for a long moment before he gets up, grabbing his shirt off the floor and follows her, eventually leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom as she puts things away. ]
Don't know if I can get it on with one arm, is the thing. [he totally can, but come on.] Might need your help again.
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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. ]
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Okay, so you got me. Maybe it was only the one thing I could do with my busted up arm.
[ the kissing. he probably means the kissing.
anyway, it's somehow just as hot with her putting on his shirt as if she was taking it off, and that really says something, doesn't it? it's not just that he's a horny teenager, nope. that's not exactly what he's known for, despite his cocky bullshit. ]
Figured we'd have to switch it up since we already did things backwards. But it wasn't really your choice to get my shirt off, so. I don't want to be a presumptuous shit.
[ his smirk turns into a smile when she ruffles up his hair, probably making it worse off than it already was, but he doesn't care. ]
Thanks for patching me up. Wasn't sure if I was gonna make it there for a minute.
[ it's probably best she doesn't know how often this happens to him, though she does already know he likes to fight, so at least there's that. ]
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anyway.
kate makes no attempt to move away, but that could also have something to do with the fact with jason standing at the doorway, there's not really anywhere else she could go but further into the bathroom. so she stays where she is, less than a foot away from him, pretty much disregarding all semblance of personal space. but so what? it's her home, and he doesn't seem to be complaining. ]
Anytime. Guess this makes me your Nightingale.
[ lol the bird themes ]
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but anyway.
he tries to get his shirt on the rest of the way, only wincing slightly as he lifts his bad arm to get it through the sleeve. he pulls it down all the way, rocking forward just a little bit, way more into her personal space, and then he leans back against the door frame. ]
Everyone's got a thing for birds, huh.
[ he says mostly to himself, because she wouldn't have a reason to get it. he watches her for a moment longer, before straightening out again. ]
It's late. I should probably get outta your hair, huh. I know you weren't expecting some bloody asshole to wreck your couch tonight.
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she helps him with the rest of the shirt, of course, but more as a guiding hand than the one leading. but that means by the time he's rocking forward, her hands have settled around his hips and her grip tightens to hold him steady, as if he actually needs it. when he eases up again, so does her grip, but it's a second or two longer before she actually drops her hands. ]
Mm. You're lucky blood gets out so easily, otherwise I'd make you get me a new couch.
[ she seems to consider something for a moment, but in the end she just asks: ]
You gonna be okay heading back on your own?