( 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. )
( but fine, he's not telling kyle no. so jason doesn't say shit while kyle flies along following after frankie. they'll get there eventually, to a nice shady warehouse that looks like it hasn't been used in years. )
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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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( for funsies. their thug walks out, and jason gets back to his feet. )
I can handle tailing 'em if you want to go back. It's not time to beat the shit out of him yet, just find out where he's sleeping the night off at.
( he called kyle out more because he could than because he actually needed a sidekick. )
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[ he stifles a yawn, but he's not going to bail unless jason deliberately tells him to. ]
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( but fine, he's not telling kyle no. so jason doesn't say shit while kyle flies along following after frankie. they'll get there eventually, to a nice shady warehouse that looks like it hasn't been used in years. )
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