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what do you have against kurt russell
if it gets you to leave me alone for 24 hours, fine
i'm just sticking inside for today, catching up on shit sleep
i already got someone to check it out

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he's ugly?

[ does she need a better reason ]

are you sleeping on the floor
because you know the couch here is pretty comfy. and there's a hot tub, if you gave yourself a bunch of bruises being a dumbass in some top-secret way.

i'm not getting in it with you before you get any weird ideas.

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aw, you're missing out, you know
and i'm not sleeping on the floor

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you are asking for me to share with you deeply scarring sexual facts you don't want to know, bobby.

[ he gets ONE warning ]

do you want to come over? i did a gig for one of the taxi companies, i have a bunch of credits.

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what says i haven't googled that shit myself
also no, not in the mood to get lectured about jobs
or other bullshit


or be given milk again

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i didn't mean generic sexual facts, i meant i could tell you about my sex life. god, bob, get with it.

[ so dumb. ]

no lectures today. i have a headache from getting my head sliced open and i'm almost out of ice cream. gonna have to do a room service call soon.
you want anything?

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bob's worse than bobby...
also, daring move. assuming i'm not gonna get off on that shit.

but don't, seriously. it's weird and head, hurting, etc.
do i really have to go over for free food?

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bobert would probably be worst, huh?
i could tell you about the time i almost got us kicked out of a sushi restaurant.

[ illya is going to kill her. ]

you can come over for the bajillion cable channels and swank views if you're not into free food, too. i could probably also use company that isn't the tv.

[ is that.... vulnerability??? honesty??? ]

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don't call me that, jesus
look, my name's jason.

[ there's a beat, he really has to parse this ]

i'd protest more but fuck it, i'm hungry
and if you're offering a way to get there, fine

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oh, it's like that?

[ makes sense. there were two peters for a while. the multiverse is wild. ]

send me your location, i'll send you a cab.
and when you get here, you can tell me what you want to go by, because i'm not calling you thing 1 and thing 2.

[overrate]

immediate regret.

[ but he will sent her his location. he actually, legitimately was at the apartment, trying to sleep off his headache. ]

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that'd be a nice drag name, but no

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i hate you

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get in line

[ 🙃🙃🙃 ]

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hurry up before i change my mind and pass out

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oh my god, it's a taxi, not a teleporter
it's on the way

[ give it, like, two minutes ]

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i'm impatient

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it's called puberty. you'll grow out of it.

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🖕

[ yep, that's all she gets to that ]

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😘😘😘

[overrate]

[ he's not gonna dignify that with a response. not least because his head hurts and it's harder to be snarky when you can't think straight.

but hey, eventually, he's gonna make his way there, with his hood very definitely pulled up over his head, and some shitty sunglasses on because light sucks. ]

[evite]

[ luckily for bobby mason jason junior todd, the shutters and blinds in daisy's apartment are also shut. brain surgery did a number on her head, and one of the still-persistent side effects has been a particularly nasty reaction to bright lights.

so, she's basically sitting in the dark, in a blanket fort, watching some projected reality tv feed on a wall in her living room and trying not to hate the fact that she's not allowed to get up.

you know, except for necessary emergencies. ]

ps door's open

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ok.

[ once he gets up to the right floor, he immediately heads inside. she promised free food, he's here for that. the bandage on his neck is partways obscured by his hood being pulled up, but at the very least it's clean. fresh even. and he definitely can't look at the projected movie straight.

bright lights are awful. he hates this. ]

I'm here.

[ even if the door system already announced him. ]

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Come sit.

[ honestly, the idea of turning her head and/or her body right now is extremely unappealing, and she's generally not super keen on shouting into the void. ]

And close the door behind you.

[ don't say 'yes mother' or she's throwing a pillow at your head, jason. ]

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Wow, everything else is automated except closing doors.

[ but he kicks the door shut behind him at her insistence. and then approaches where the tv is, before sitting on the edge of the couch. ]

What are you even watching?