[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
Less automated, more digitally responsive, but yeah. Closing the door's all boring manpower.
[ probably so it doesn't whack someone in the face as they're trying to bring in groceries or whatever they're carrying. she shrugs, but after a moment, the opposite wall where daisy's been casting her digital implant comes to life in full color for him, his network id having been added to her feed.
it's basically the bachelor. but future-y. ]
It's just something to do. I got bored of watching the news say how fucked everything is, like it hasn't been horrible for a thousand years by now.
[ she's not putting on a history documentary, because that sounds a) super boring and b) super depressing, but she will put on something other than reality tv or the news. an old-school wildlife video aimed at pointing out all the great things that were on the planet prior to humanity being absolute shitheels suits the bill. ]
You look like shit, by the way. [ she's so loving. ] Are you going to tell me what you did to give yourself a concussion?
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[ yep, that's all she gets to that ]
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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. ]
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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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[ 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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[ 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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[ 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?
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[ probably so it doesn't whack someone in the face as they're trying to bring in groceries or whatever they're carrying. she shrugs, but after a moment, the opposite wall where daisy's been casting her digital implant comes to life in full color for him, his network id having been added to her feed.
it's basically the bachelor. but future-y. ]
It's just something to do. I got bored of watching the news say how fucked everything is, like it hasn't been horrible for a thousand years by now.
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great.
concussions suck. ]
You don't think there's a middle ground between "the news" and this?
[ he kicks back, though, not lowering his hoodie. not worth it right then. ]
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[ smartass. ]
Feel free to change the channel if fake romance offends you.
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[ least they'd both learn something. but his head hurts too much to be sure he'd actually remember anything from it.
also, if she bothers to inspect closer, there are definite bruises on the side of his face. ]
Hell, if we had a history documentary, then we get all the fake romance that actually mattered.
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You look like shit, by the way. [ she's so loving. ] Are you going to tell me what you did to give yourself a concussion?
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[ he can answer that one quickly enough. there's no need to lie. ]
Tried to stop a vampire, and it backfired on me.
[ he can leave out the fight with the other Jason. that one was between them. ]
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[ that's news to her. ]
You got in a fight with Dracula? Are you high?
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[ he says with a slight bit of exasperation in his voice. His head is killing him, the exact opposite of what being high would do. ]
I didn’t know she was a vampire. Not like I’ve ever seen one besides in movies.
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Fuck. [ understatement. ] So. Do you need a place to lie low or something while you heal from your bite wounds?
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[ he admits, annoyed. ]
I don't think she even knows who I am, much less cares about how to find me.