jason todd needs a nap. (
impulsiveness) wrote2017-01-22 05:12 pm
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[w1] post-execution, w/ noctis
[It's late into the evening, Tiara and Ao's bodies long since buried by now. Jason would like to say he doesn't feel ready vomit anymore, but that's one hell of a lie. With no convenient training dummies to beat up or assholes asking for an ass kicking, he turns towards the hotel to burn off excess energy.
He's in the process of contemplating the dartboard when he spots Noctis, so...]
... Noctis, right? Think you're up for a game of darts?
[His tone makes it clear this is less of a "lets have fun" thing, and more of a "can we stab holes in shit to cope with this together" thing. Help.]
He's in the process of contemplating the dartboard when he spots Noctis, so...]
... Noctis, right? Think you're up for a game of darts?
[His tone makes it clear this is less of a "lets have fun" thing, and more of a "can we stab holes in shit to cope with this together" thing. Help.]
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Great. [Collects the darts, just. Tossing half of them at Noctis? This is not safe but whatever.] Then I hope you're ready to get your butt kicked.
[This is also not nice. But being rude distracts him a little, so...]
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[he'll willingly take the distraction, honestly. it makes things feel a little more comfortable and familiar. winding down from a long day and playing darts in a hotel?
yeah, he's done that before.
at least noct mostly catches the darts? mostly. one of them kind of stabs his palm in the catch, and there's a muted hiss that accompanies it. oops.
he'll switch hands for a moment so he can shake it off—definitely off to a good start here.]