( while jason reaches into his jacket, sifting around through the inside pocket.
this is not a ploy to get kyle to come closer so jason can quickly slam his fist into kyle's face before he has time to put his guard back up. definitely not violence to pretend the last several minutes didn't happen. )
as soon as he's close enough that kyle's within arm's reach, jason's hand balls up tight into a fist and--swings right for kyle's face. the side of his jaw, because he's not stupid enough to try for his nose when he's got his fancy green lantern mask on. )
kyle immediately pulls up a construct shaped like baseball umpire helmet around his head. it absorbs the blow, but still sends him stumbling back. he's used to hard knocks, so kyle just scowls before letting the helmet disappear. ]
( it hurts his hand more than anything else, but getting kyle off guard enough to fall over is plenty. jason cackles, shaking his hand out like that's going to make the ache in his knuckles fade. )
I'd say brain damage, but I'm pretty sure I've been like this since way before then. I'll get you next time.
( new world new goals. and his number one slot goes to bruising kyle's face. )
( favorite pain in the ass maybe. luckily he's plenty used to slamming his fist against hard unmovable shit so while his knuckles do ache, jason shrugs it off fast. reaches back for his hood to shove it down onto his head.
there's a playful amused lilt to his tone, wholly unlike the usual snark. it's fine, nobody's gonna believe kyle if he spills. )
Back to work, or should we keep up with the existential crisises?
[ but that's his limit. he's not sure he can talk about the rest. not because jason is squeamish or anything, but it's a bit beyond where they are at. and kyle's too conscious of himself to ever let himself be a burden. ]
We're tracking down a guy named Frank Dow. Blond hair, brown eyes. Built like a twig. Usually drunk. His favorite bar is a few blocks over, figured it'd be as good a place as any to wait for 'em to lead us back to his lair.
( who's still at a bar at close to four in the morning? thugs that's who. )
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( full of fuckups and heartbreak. )
But you're a stubborn ass. You'll figure it out.
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Yeah, yeah. Too stubborn to know any better.
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( while jason reaches into his jacket, sifting around through the inside pocket.
this is not a ploy to get kyle to come closer so jason can quickly slam his fist into kyle's face before he has time to put his guard back up. definitely not violence to pretend the last several minutes didn't happen. )
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as soon as he's close enough that kyle's within arm's reach, jason's hand balls up tight into a fist and--swings right for kyle's face. the side of his jaw, because he's not stupid enough to try for his nose when he's got his fancy green lantern mask on. )
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kyle immediately pulls up a construct shaped like baseball umpire helmet around his head. it absorbs the blow, but still sends him stumbling back. he's used to hard knocks, so kyle just scowls before letting the helmet disappear. ]
Why are you like this.
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I'd say brain damage, but I'm pretty sure I've been like this since way before then. I'll get you next time.
( new world new goals. and his number one slot goes to bruising kyle's face. )
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[ but kyle straightens himself out and he's pretty much moved on. jason's just like that and he's not one for grudges. ]
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( favorite pain in the ass maybe. luckily he's plenty used to slamming his fist against hard unmovable shit so while his knuckles do ache, jason shrugs it off fast. reaches back for his hood to shove it down onto his head.
there's a playful amused lilt to his tone, wholly unlike the usual snark. it's fine, nobody's gonna believe kyle if he spills. )
Back to work, or should we keep up with the existential crisises?
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[ but that's his limit. he's not sure he can talk about the rest. not because jason is squeamish or anything, but it's a bit beyond where they are at. and kyle's too conscious of himself to ever let himself be a burden. ]
But yeah, back at work. So what am I looking at?
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( who's still at a bar at close to four in the morning? thugs that's who. )
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So what do I do?
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( back to making his way across central city via jumping from building to building. )
We're just gonna sit around there an' wait.
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I take you out for coffee and this is how you repay me?
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( clearly it was needed. look at sad, depressed kyle. )
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( another big jump and a roll. this time when jason gets himself back up, he's walking slow to the edge and crouching down next to it.
would you look at that: a shoddy bottom floor bar. )
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Looks like your hunch was right.
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( just in case kyle thought otherwise. but now, now it's stakeout time. )
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( he'd wink except his lenses wouldn't reflect it, so it'd just be wasted. )
But I'd hope you wouldn't have come all the way out here with someone you thought was an idiot. That's a fast way to get yourself into trouble.
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[ because kyle is pretty sure he's already in it. ]
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( if nobody saw kyle, can they truly say he was playing around in the dark? )
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That's more trouble for them than me.
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( you know. for all the crimes he's going to commit. )
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