AUDIENCE FOR: Jason Todd

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[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.

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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. ]

[unrecked]

[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?

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[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.]

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I don't need you to read her my poetry.

[ nyeh

but they'll take his hand. aquila has a very strong handshake and their hand is very cold. ]

[unrecked]

[EVERYONE STOP BEING COLD what the fuck is it with these cold hands, warm heart fucks?!?! Jason has warm hands, guess that says terrible things about him. He also has a strong handshake! Of course he does.]

She might like to hear a dirty limerick from Aquila, who knows.

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[ handshaking in "well read fighty dorito shaped boy with a secret squishy core" (literally)

but yes it's cold. who knows why. they prop their chin in their hand afterwards, a little amused. ]

I'm sure she would! It wouldn't be our first encounter with poetry. But, I'd rather deliver it myself, you see.

[unrecked]

[Hate it.]

Am I supposed to be getting jealous here?

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[ that gets a laugh. ]

Are you?

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[He sort of smirks, then shakes his head.]

Nah. I mean, unless I need to be...? We fist-fighting over a lady's honor? She'd like that too much probably.

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[ help they snort and agree ]

She would like that way too much.

[ she's allowed ]

Besides, you're writing me love poetry. [ stop ]

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Isn’t it weird I’m writing you love poetry about two other people…?

[He’s amused though.]

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[ they mime examining their nails. they are wearing gloves. ]

I'm not here to question you about your view of relationship dynamics.

[unrecked]

[They're wearing gloves. Jason's expression is slightly flat.]

What's that supposed to mean...?

[Embarrassed almost.]