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.
[ ... 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.
[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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[ they're watching him fairly closely from behind that veil. ]
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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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[ ... 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.
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Don’t mind hearing it repeated sometimes.
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[ 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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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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[ sometimes you do be busy. ] It's always a good thing to be well rounded.
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[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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Any preference on type?
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Nah. Surprise me.
[HE IS A BIT SCARED TO GIVE THIS MUCH LEEWAY, but it's funny. Surprise him.]
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[ stop
they won't. probably. ] Alright. You've got a deal.
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[So there.]
Shake on it.
[He holds out his hand.]
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[ nyeh
but they'll take his hand. aquila has a very strong handshake and their hand is very cold. ]
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She might like to hear a dirty limerick from Aquila, who knows.
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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.
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Am I supposed to be getting jealous here?
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Are you?
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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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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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I'm not here to question you about your view of relationship dynamics.
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What's that supposed to mean...?
[Embarrassed almost.]
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[But it's like a SHUT UP!! and that's all he says. Like... SHUT UP. Sometimes you're bisexual.]
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Oops, sorry.
[ says someone who played deaf on purpose ]