AUDIENCE FOR: Jason Todd

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[unrecked]

[His face suddenly kind of drops at this, expression exasperated. He looks away with the same energy as saying TCH.]

Already showed one. Was supposed to be that one, but somebody went and blabbed. So I had to show both.

[He seems kind of flustered about it.]

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Are you accusing me of blabbing? I've never blabbed in my life. [ hehe

anyway they kick their feet a bit, amused. ] What did Lup think?

[unrecked]

Not you. [...] I mean, I still think you'd blab immediately.

[Just saying. He looks away. He was already looking away, but the vibe is he's looking farther away. GOD, why do they have to discuss it now?!?!]

...She liked it, I guess.

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You guess.

[ there's a beat. they seem very amused as jason looks further away, and then tilt their head. ]

You know, she's one of my favorite people in this entire place. Cloud never comes to talk to me, so I don't know him that well, but Lup? She's incredible. Kind of person who deserves to be spoiled a little, especially when she's had such a bad time here.

What I'm saying is maybe this effort could be the start of a long and beautiful and potentially a little embarrassing writing career.

[ jason will get the vibe that they are teasing.... but that these sentiments are also very truthful. maybe. the last sentence was bullshit probably ]

[unrecked]

[He only looks back at them because they start talking to him. It doesn't surprise him too much Cloud doesn't run to shoot the shit with people. His eyes glance away and then at them again.]

I'm not exactly great on the whole spoiling thing. [He makes a disgruntled face at the last part. Ha ha.] Not sure writing is in my future either. I'm used to working with my fist, not the pen.

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[ like. immediately: ] I'm pretty sure she doesn't want anything to do with your fist.







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im sorry ]

[unrecked]

[Oh my GOD. HE ROLLS HIS EYES.]

I'm not going to fist, Lup, you perverted jackass!

[He's flustered.]

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[ HELP TJLRWKYJWLRH THIS TAG MADE ME SCREAM LAUGH


aquila is also laughing. like. immediately. they are laughing, like an asshole ]

Ah, sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist. [ they reach under their veil and wipe away an imaginary tear of laughter with a little hoo. ]

In all seriousness. She's had a rough time; I think a gesture or two of romance'd mean the world to her, Todd.

[unrecked]

[DON'T MAKE HIM A FISTER. He knows Aquila is just fucking with him, but he is having a TIME about the poetry stuff. He still kind of makes a face.]

I don't know. It doesn't seem very rough from the rest of our points of view. She's still got everyone she cared about from her own place alive and kicking, even got two back. Had a bestie passed over for murderer, too.

[He's being a little heartless, but it doesn't sound like he really thinks Lup has had a great time necessarily despite this.]

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[ some of their jokey mannerism fades fairly quickly, actually, and they still a bit, crossing their leg over the other at the knee. ]

I don't think it's really a measurement contest of who suffers the worst. Some people are more equipped for handling repetitive tragedy. Some people take on everyone else's tragedy and try not to show anyone else when they're hurting. Some people've been at this for almost a year, now.

[unrecked]

I don't think anyone is ever equipped to handle repetitive tragedy. Trust me.

[He isn't arguing! He's just saying.]

She can have a bad time. She is. But I'm not stupid enough to pretend like she doesn't have a good chunk of success in her corner considering what we've guessed about the contracts.

Makes me wonder if it came down to it, would she trade me and Cloud for Molly, or Harrow, or Sheila, or Yuri. It's a shit line to walk.

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[ hmm. they're quiet for a moment, tapping their fingers idly against their leg. ]

That's the point of these places, isn't it? Pitting you against each other.

[unrecked]

Yeah.

[He doesn't disagree.]

I don't got a whole lot to go back for. Not exactly. So, whatever, it can be me. But Cloud? He doesn't deserve that. Then again, pretty sure this place wouldn't mind making me choose between them.

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It probably wouldn't. How would you handle that?

[ they're watching him fairly closely from behind that veil. ]

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[He shrugs with his hands.]

Don't really have a choice, do I? If it's shadows, then I'm killing who they want me to kill; nothing I can do about it. If it's trial, I just vote for someone else.

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Right.

[ ... after a moment, they fold up jason's poem from before and offer it back to him. no more teasing. ]

Everyone always wants to feel like they're someone's first choice, no matter the situation, and people will always point to mulberry trees, when the locust tree is to blame. I'm just preaching to the choir, in that regard; I don't have to tell you that.

[unrecked]

[He holds up his hand, rejecting the paper. Not taking it either. Theirs to keep. Or toss.]

Don’t mind hearing it repeated sometimes.

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Yeah. Don't think you're alone in that one, either.

[ they... laugh a little, and take the paper back again, tucking it in their sleeve. ]

Thanks for rising to the challenge. [ of the poetry, at least. ] Wasn't so bad, huh?

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[He snorts at that.]

I never pass on a challenge. [He's too hard-headed.] It was... different. Never really took a lot of time to write anything.

[For. Reasons.]

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I find it to be an enjoyable hobby, when the time allows.

[ sometimes you do be busy. ] It's always a good thing to be well rounded.

[unrecked]

You give me one then.

[It's a challenge. He doesn't give Aquila room to say no, but they are free to decline.]

Trade. It's only fair.

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[ they tilt their head. ]

Any preference on type?

[unrecked]

[He shrugs one shoulder.]

Nah. Surprise me.

[HE IS A BIT SCARED TO GIVE THIS MUCH LEEWAY, but it's funny. Surprise him.]

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Tell me that, and I'll write you a dirty limerick.

[ stop

they won't. probably. ] Alright. You've got a deal.

[unrecked]

Write me a dirty limerick then. I ain't scared. [He'll laugh, but also:] I'll read it to Lup.

[So there.]

Shake on it.

[He holds out his hand.]