[ Jason would totally understand what that's all about. he has a knack for attracting that kinda person too. not surprising though, considering what he does and who he is, but it's happened long before that, too.
like hell, of all the people in the world, he attracted Batman... or Batman attracted him. either way, it could just be that this place is is full of people who get themselves in trouble.
Jason is... fine. he's mostly fine. as fine as he can be with his own makeshift bandage wrapped around him. he wasn't in costume tonight so he didn't have anything on him, but of course he had to get into shit tonight too, because that's what he does. it's a good thing he was where he was tonight, despite getting hurt, because better him than some unsuspecting woman, trying to deal with the douchebags of the world.
his bike isn't trailing blood as he parks, thank fuck, but by the time he gets off and heads to her building to ring the buzzer, his arm is a mixture of numbness and intense pain that he's trying to work through using all that extensive training he's had. doesn't keep him from cursing under his breath like a sailor, which isn't too different from usual, so apparently he's handling it all just fine. ]
[ after both new york and los angeles, kate had been pretty sure no other cities in the country would attract so much trouble but it turns out every place has got its fair share of shitty people. it's a pretty depressing thought, but kate tries to let it motivate her instead. after all, it's why she does what she does. why some nights she finds herself just as messed up as jason is right now, looking equal parts kicked puppy and disgruntled tomcat as he just barely bleeds out at her door. ]
You got this, huh?
[ don't worry, she'll save most of her chiding for when he's all patched up. for now she's stepping aside to let him walk into her apartment, a modest thing that still hasn't been fully furnished despite already living in this city for a little over a month now. ]
Sit, [ she says, directing him towards the couch that's most definitely going to get blood on it, but it was thrifted anyway so who cares. she'll take a spot right next to him, tentatively tugging on the makeshift bandage he'd wrapped his arm in. ]
[ the thing is, it's all a cakewalk compared to Gotham, as far as Jason's seen. that doesn't put him off from it though. not one bit. that's the only place he's ever really had, ever really felt like he belonged to, even with no home. San Fransisco's got a lot of crazies too, but there are few things that beat the Joker and Scarecrow.
he's not feeling very kicked puppy tonight, otherwise he'd be doing this all on his own. he's always a disgruntled tomcat though, so that'll be fun. but mostly he's just curious about Kate, and getting to know someone new. he's terrible at people, but sometimes he can be alright. ]
Yeah, I totally got this. Made good decisions by coming here and everything.
[ okay so now that he's not in the dark of night, he can see how actually haphazard this shit looks, and how bloody it's all gotten. might've been a deeper stab than he let on, but he's not feeling woozy. only a little wobbly as he goes to sit on the couch. ]
It's not, but I'd be fine either way. It's just a scratch.
[ the fact he can still keep up his banter is a good sign, though kate knows if the roles were reversed that particular brand of humor would probably be the last thing she gives up before losing full on consciousness so maybe that's not that great an indicator of his well-being here. still, she can tell he's nowhere near knocking on death's door that evening, so there's some comfort to take in that, even if looking more closely at his handywork makes her nose wrinkle in displeasure. ]
I don't often get to be called someone's good decision on a Friday night, so thanks for that. [ more often than not, she likes to joke around that she'd be the best worst decision anyone's ever made. but enough about her poor dating history.......
it's pretty fortunate that he's curious about kate, since she's generally an open book. right now, she's focused on sorting him out so she's not as chatty as she usually is, but if he were to glance around he'd be able to see...
not much, actually. that's more due to the fact she's still new in town, still settling in, with mismatched furniture and a sad lack of kitchenware. there's a small pile of clothes on an armchair that may or may not be clean and the bedroom door left ajar would show a mattress — sheets and all! — but no bedframe. everything looks rather old or second-hand, except for the recurve bow propped up beside the door, looking as out of place in the apartment as the quiver and bows laying innocently on the floor beside it. ]
Your "scratch" looks to be about six stitches' worth, at least.
[ she's managed to remove the makeshift bandage without much trouble and cast it aside. but with his shirt still on she can only guesstimate from the cut on the sleeve, so her next move is to tug on the hem of said shirt. ]
Can you take this off or are you going to have to sport some cut-offs tonight?
[ the banter would definitely be the last thing to go, Kate is right about that. some kinda shit talking would probably be the last thing to come out of his mouth even if he was dying. but he's not dying tonight and hopefully not anytime soon either. ]
That's total bullshit, I can smell it from here.
[ cause if she's a bad decision, then holy hell. what would that make him???
Jason does assess her place on the downlow, though less for recon and more because he is interested, and it's a cool looking place. he's not gonna be judgey about any of it either, cause he's lived on plenty of floor mattresses, or even just the floor of an abandoned, rundown building, or whatnot. the mansion he moved into in Gotham is still a pretty new thing, as are the new digs in San Fran. this is more Jason's vibe though, without a doubt.
what he's most interested in are the quiver and bows, though. but he'll get back to that later. ]
Nice. Chicks dig scars, right?
[ and he's already got a decent amount of him, some of which she'll see in a second, along with a fair amount of bruises, when he peels his shirt off with a smirk on his face. ]
Never gonna say no to someone asking me to take my shirt off.
[ though the smirk does turn into a hard wince as he jostles his fucked up arm around. ]
[ she appreciates his vote of confidence but there's definitely a difference between her level of competence inside of a relationship as opposed to outside of one. but that's a conversation for another day, and preferably one over drinks. right now she keeps her focus mainly on the task at hand, leaning back to allow him his space as he gingerly pulls his shirt up and over his head. ]
Easy, Romeo, it's just your shirt for now.
[ for now. look, kate's got to account for all kinds of possibilities, right? the night is young, jason's hot, and kate has always been a sucker for a pretty face—
but. right. the stitches.
the scarring doesn't escape her notice, nor does the fact that some of them don't even appear to be all that old. her sharp eyes hone in on each one, and there's a nagging there in the back of her mind but she can't quite put her finger on what is is just yet... so she lets it stew for now. ]
This'll sting, [ she warns, as if he isn't already used to having his wounds cleaned. at the very least, she makes sure to make quick work of it, getting the area wiped off and sanitized as fast as possible so she can go about sewing the first few stiches in. ]
[ relationships are... complicated. Jason gets that, along with whatever lack of confidence she may be holding on that front. he has his own fair share of lack of confidence in that, and everything else, despite his outward bravado. but that's for her to find out.
he can't imagine anyone as beautiful as she is, having much issue- though he knows it's not just about that. she seems pretty together though, from what he's seen. Jason's sense of together is probably more lacking than most, though. ]
For now, huh? Pretty sure I only got stabbed in the arm.
[ he gives her a fairly amused look, despite his aches and pains. he lets his shirt drop by his feet, twisting his arm so he can get a better look, then lets out a long breath as more blood comes seeping out. fuck. ]
Fucking douchebag piece of shit..... Not you. The dumb fuck who couldn't even stab me properly.
[ he doesn't mind the sting. he's used to it. but he does move his gaze from his arm, back to the quiver and arrows as she cleans him up. ]
The only thing worse than an asshole who knows how to use a knife coming at you is an asshole who doesn't. Fortunately he missed any major arteries so I think you'll live.
[ she still takes care to stitch him up to the best of her abilities, though. (it's definitely a lot easier than her usual of stitching herself up.) maybe that's notable, too, her skill with the needle as well as having had this kind of equipment on hand in the first place...
following his line of sight, she can't help the little smirk on her lips at the mention of her bow. ]
You could say that. [ now this, this is where her confidence lies. ] In fact, you could even say I'm the world's greatest archer. [* sources needed. ] If your arm weren't so wrecked I would've let you try it. [ mostly because she's curious if he'd even be able to handle the draw. ]
[though he wonders just how often she's had someone trying to shank her. he doesn't even wince as she starts sewing him up, nor does he complain that he doesn't at least have a drink in hand, which would be helpful to his brain, but probably not his blood.
he does wonder how she's so good at this, but it's not like it's out of the ordinary for every single person he knows to have a well stocked kit like this. she's not really like everyone else he knows, though.]
Worlds greatest archer, huh? With arms like yours I bet. Though I know a dude in Star City who'd fight you on that.
[that's not saying too much, is it?]
Guess you'll have to invite me back here some other time when I'm all healed up.
[his gaze returns to hers, small smirk on his face.]
[ boy does she know it. it hasn't exactly been too long compared to others in the game but kate's nearing on a full decade doing this. but even before that she's met her share of assholes, of people who think the rules don't apply to them, who treat others like trash to use up and throw away. she'll take a mad supervillain from another planet any day; the scariest enemies in her book are the ones who know they can get away with their cruelty. and so often they do. ]
Do you, [ she hums, though the sharp glint in her eyes betray the otherwise casual tone of hers. she cocks a brow. star city, huh? ] I'd love to see him try.
[ she's finishing up the last stitch and closing him up with a final gauze and bandage by the time he's turning his smirk back on her, prompting a faint smile of her own. ]
After you just bled all over my couch? It'd have to be for more than just the chance to laugh at you handling my bow.
[ and... yeah. that in itself is a bit of an invitation, isn't it? ]
[ Jason hasn't been at this for a very long time either- not "professionally" anyway. before that it was all of what he encountered on the streets, and that was a hell of a lot more rough than the villains he's dealt with lately, so he gets it. ]
I'd rather just watch you, actually.
[ yeah, he's flirting. he doesn't doubt that she's good though. she doesn't seem like the type to just boast false shit. then again, he does barely know her. she's done a good job with his arm, though, so that definitely counts for something. feels much better than it did when he got here. ]
More, huh? We don't have to wait till next time for that. I've done shit you wouldn't even imagine with a busted up arm.
[ cause this has definitely happened more than once, and he's gone right back out there. ]
[ 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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like hell, of all the people in the world, he attracted Batman... or Batman attracted him. either way, it could just be that this place is is full of people who get themselves in trouble.
Jason is... fine. he's mostly fine. as fine as he can be with his own makeshift bandage wrapped around him. he wasn't in costume tonight so he didn't have anything on him, but of course he had to get into shit tonight too, because that's what he does. it's a good thing he was where he was tonight, despite getting hurt, because better him than some unsuspecting woman, trying to deal with the douchebags of the world.
his bike isn't trailing blood as he parks, thank fuck, but by the time he gets off and heads to her building to ring the buzzer, his arm is a mixture of numbness and intense pain that he's trying to work through using all that extensive training he's had. doesn't keep him from cursing under his breath like a sailor, which isn't too different from usual, so apparently he's handling it all just fine. ]
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You got this, huh?
[ don't worry, she'll save most of her chiding for when he's all patched up. for now she's stepping aside to let him walk into her apartment, a modest thing that still hasn't been fully furnished despite already living in this city for a little over a month now. ]
Sit, [ she says, directing him towards the couch that's most definitely going to get blood on it, but it was thrifted anyway so who cares. she'll take a spot right next to him, tentatively tugging on the makeshift bandage he'd wrapped his arm in. ]
Geez... Hope this isn't your dominant arm.
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he's not feeling very kicked puppy tonight, otherwise he'd be doing this all on his own. he's always a disgruntled tomcat though, so that'll be fun. but mostly he's just curious about Kate, and getting to know someone new. he's terrible at people, but sometimes he can be alright. ]
Yeah, I totally got this. Made good decisions by coming here and everything.
[ okay so now that he's not in the dark of night, he can see how actually haphazard this shit looks, and how bloody it's all gotten. might've been a deeper stab than he let on, but he's not feeling woozy. only a little wobbly as he goes to sit on the couch. ]
It's not, but I'd be fine either way. It's just a scratch.
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I don't often get to be called someone's good decision on a Friday night, so thanks for that. [ more often than not, she likes to joke around that she'd be the best worst decision anyone's ever made. but enough about her poor dating history.......
it's pretty fortunate that he's curious about kate, since she's generally an open book. right now, she's focused on sorting him out so she's not as chatty as she usually is, but if he were to glance around he'd be able to see...
not much, actually. that's more due to the fact she's still new in town, still settling in, with mismatched furniture and a sad lack of kitchenware. there's a small pile of clothes on an armchair that may or may not be clean and the bedroom door left ajar would show a mattress — sheets and all! — but no bedframe. everything looks rather old or second-hand, except for the recurve bow propped up beside the door, looking as out of place in the apartment as the quiver and bows laying innocently on the floor beside it. ]
Your "scratch" looks to be about six stitches' worth, at least.
[ she's managed to remove the makeshift bandage without much trouble and cast it aside. but with his shirt still on she can only guesstimate from the cut on the sleeve, so her next move is to tug on the hem of said shirt. ]
Can you take this off or are you going to have to sport some cut-offs tonight?
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That's total bullshit, I can smell it from here.
[ cause if she's a bad decision, then holy hell. what would that make him???
Jason does assess her place on the downlow, though less for recon and more because he is interested, and it's a cool looking place. he's not gonna be judgey about any of it either, cause he's lived on plenty of floor mattresses, or even just the floor of an abandoned, rundown building, or whatnot. the mansion he moved into in Gotham is still a pretty new thing, as are the new digs in San Fran. this is more Jason's vibe though, without a doubt.
what he's most interested in are the quiver and bows, though. but he'll get back to that later. ]
Nice. Chicks dig scars, right?
[ and he's already got a decent amount of him, some of which she'll see in a second, along with a fair amount of bruises, when he peels his shirt off with a smirk on his face. ]
Never gonna say no to someone asking me to take my shirt off.
[ though the smirk does turn into a hard wince as he jostles his fucked up arm around. ]
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Easy, Romeo, it's just your shirt for now.
[ for now. look, kate's got to account for all kinds of possibilities, right? the night is young, jason's hot, and kate has always been a sucker for a pretty face—
but. right. the stitches.
the scarring doesn't escape her notice, nor does the fact that some of them don't even appear to be all that old. her sharp eyes hone in on each one, and there's a nagging there in the back of her mind but she can't quite put her finger on what is is just yet... so she lets it stew for now. ]
This'll sting, [ she warns, as if he isn't already used to having his wounds cleaned. at the very least, she makes sure to make quick work of it, getting the area wiped off and sanitized as fast as possible so she can go about sewing the first few stiches in. ]
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he can't imagine anyone as beautiful as she is, having much issue- though he knows it's not just about that. she seems pretty together though, from what he's seen. Jason's sense of together is probably more lacking than most, though. ]
For now, huh? Pretty sure I only got stabbed in the arm.
[ he gives her a fairly amused look, despite his aches and pains. he lets his shirt drop by his feet, twisting his arm so he can get a better look, then lets out a long breath as more blood comes seeping out. fuck. ]
Fucking douchebag piece of shit..... Not you. The dumb fuck who couldn't even stab me properly.
[ he doesn't mind the sting. he's used to it. but he does move his gaze from his arm, back to the quiver and arrows as she cleans him up. ]
You big into archery?
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[ she still takes care to stitch him up to the best of her abilities, though. (it's definitely a lot easier than her usual of stitching herself up.) maybe that's notable, too, her skill with the needle as well as having had this kind of equipment on hand in the first place...
following his line of sight, she can't help the little smirk on her lips at the mention of her bow. ]
You could say that. [ now this, this is where her confidence lies. ] In fact, you could even say I'm the world's greatest archer. [* sources needed. ] If your arm weren't so wrecked I would've let you try it. [ mostly because she's curious if he'd even be able to handle the draw. ]
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[though he wonders just how often she's had someone trying to shank her. he doesn't even wince as she starts sewing him up, nor does he complain that he doesn't at least have a drink in hand, which would be helpful to his brain, but probably not his blood.
he does wonder how she's so good at this, but it's not like it's out of the ordinary for every single person he knows to have a well stocked kit like this. she's not really like everyone else he knows, though.]
Worlds greatest archer, huh? With arms like yours I bet. Though I know a dude in Star City who'd fight you on that.
[that's not saying too much, is it?]
Guess you'll have to invite me back here some other time when I'm all healed up.
[his gaze returns to hers, small smirk on his face.]
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Do you, [ she hums, though the sharp glint in her eyes betray the otherwise casual tone of hers. she cocks a brow. star city, huh? ] I'd love to see him try.
[ she's finishing up the last stitch and closing him up with a final gauze and bandage by the time he's turning his smirk back on her, prompting a faint smile of her own. ]
After you just bled all over my couch? It'd have to be for more than just the chance to laugh at you handling my bow.
[ and... yeah. that in itself is a bit of an invitation, isn't it? ]
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I'd rather just watch you, actually.
[ yeah, he's flirting. he doesn't doubt that she's good though. she doesn't seem like the type to just boast false shit. then again, he does barely know her. she's done a good job with his arm, though, so that definitely counts for something. feels much better than it did when he got here. ]
More, huh? We don't have to wait till next time for that. I've done shit you wouldn't even imagine with a busted up arm.
[ cause this has definitely happened more than once, and he's gone right back out there. ]
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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?