I'll eat what you don't eat. [Glances sidelong at them.] I know people probably tell you this all the time, and they shouldn't because it's just as bad as telling someone they're fat, but you need to eat more before I'm able to fly you in the air like a kite.
You sure you're okay? [(jason voice) do you not eat because you have anxiety] It only worries me because I grew up starving most of the time, and I hoarded food because I didn't know when I'd get to eat next.
[there's a little hum of agreement because he's right people do tell them this but it's whatever.]
I'm okay. It's been a while since I've had to worry about where my next meal's coming from. I just don't always have an appetite. [for a multitude of reasons including sometimes anxiety yes. but there's a tired, sort of humorous huff.] My doctor gets on my case about it a lot.
[DON'T BULLY THEM BY SAYING GOOD. Stop smirking, too.
He gestures very grandiose-like at the restaurant when they arrive. They just go to this fancy restaurant for ice cream.]
I can't talk. I was about your size when I was a teenager. Surprised Batman didn't ball me up and put me in the dumpster like a foil wrapper when he caught me stealing his tires.
[DON'T JUST SAY GOOD? but to the restaurant they go and they follow after jason with little protest. sure. they can eat fancy ice cream.]
Most people didn't pay attention until they had to. [it's an off-handed mention. ] I left the place I was at not long after my sister left--[died, but they're being careful how to phrase things.]--so I took care of myself for a couple of years until I ended up going back. Why were you trying to steal tires...?
[Jason will eat his own ice cream and then half the ice cream Aquarius leaves behind. Nice.]
Money. [They were right. He pauses. Whatever he started to say has failed him. Something... Some pieces are missing? He's a little concerned when he can't find the connections, and it looks like it visibly sort of worries him.] Guess I was a little punk...?
Maybe he shouldn't have had his ride parked in Crime Alley.
[ice cream...fine by them. they will have a sit and eat a few bites and call it a day, but they're listening to jason anyway. even if there's a frown. hm. right. missing memories...they don't think about what, exactly, jason's missing but they are aware it's probably something very huge to who he is.]
Maybe you were. Does seem like a dumb place to park an expensive vehicle. [...] So what did actually happen after he caught you?
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He doesn't rush, walking at an easy pace. He also pretends like he doesn't notice the slip and adjust.]
Might try some Neapolitan. Three flavors in one. [Sneaks a glance at them. After a second of pause:] Looks like doodoo when you mix it up.
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Don't be disgusting. [but they do seem to have thoughts since they pause again. ] Maybe just strawberry for me then, actually.
[maybe a vague reminder of someplace else.]
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Strawberry doesn't sound too bad. Maybe I'll copy you and have strawberry. Or, you know, make you share yours with me. I only have a few cooties.
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I'll eat what you don't eat. [Glances sidelong at them.] I know people probably tell you this all the time, and they shouldn't because it's just as bad as telling someone they're fat, but you need to eat more before I'm able to fly you in the air like a kite.
You sure you're okay? [(jason voice) do you not eat because you have anxiety] It only worries me because I grew up starving most of the time, and I hoarded food because I didn't know when I'd get to eat next.
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I'm okay. It's been a while since I've had to worry about where my next meal's coming from. I just don't always have an appetite. [for a multitude of reasons including sometimes anxiety yes. but there's a tired, sort of humorous huff.] My doctor gets on my case about it a lot.
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[DON'T BULLY THEM BY SAYING GOOD. Stop smirking, too.
He gestures very grandiose-like at the restaurant when they arrive. They just go to this fancy restaurant for ice cream.]
I can't talk. I was about your size when I was a teenager. Surprised Batman didn't ball me up and put me in the dumpster like a foil wrapper when he caught me stealing his tires.
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Most people didn't pay attention until they had to. [it's an off-handed mention. ] I left the place I was at not long after my sister left--[died, but they're being careful how to phrase things.]--so I took care of myself for a couple of years until I ended up going back. Why were you trying to steal tires...?
[they assume money, but.]
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Money. [They were right. He pauses. Whatever he started to say has failed him. Something... Some pieces are missing? He's a little concerned when he can't find the connections, and it looks like it visibly sort of worries him.] Guess I was a little punk...?
Maybe he shouldn't have had his ride parked in Crime Alley.
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Maybe you were. Does seem like a dumb place to park an expensive vehicle. [...] So what did actually happen after he caught you?
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He bought me a cheeseburger. [He was starving, but... why? Why was he so hungry? Weird.] Took me to a boy's home. Great.
But ended up coming back later to get me.
[There are some things missing here, too, but it's fine.]
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Makes sense. Guess that makes him a "good guy" for coming to get you and take you back with him later instead of leaving you there.
[hm.]