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[unrecked]

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[unrecked]

Smart girl.

[But way too nice, Jason thinks. Way too sweet.]

Lup did. She'll probably tell you if you bat your baby blues at her nicely. You even have a leg up. She likes you.

[skyagain]

[ cloud agrees but is immediately distracted ]

Baby blues? [ muttered in offense. jason also has blue eyes? shut up? ] Don't tell me you guys are still fighting.

[unrecked]

[Yeah. Maybe the blue eyes is how he found out...]

What? Fighting? [He sounds offended.] We weren't ever fighting.

[He

looks away when he says this though.]

[skyagain]

Am I supposed to believe that...?

[ judging. but also. amused ]

[unrecked]

Yeah. She lectured me, I guess.

[He looks sidelong at Cloud.]

Why, did she say we were fighting?

[skyagain]

Might have called you a stubborn piece of shit at least once. [ he raises his empty glass so that jason forever wonders if he was quoting or making fun of him ] Mostly she admitted she lectured you. I can put two and two together.

[unrecked]

[His expression gets flat, but he doesn't seem angry or offended by this. (Probably because he knows he deserves it even if he won't admit that ever.)]

We didn't fight. [They did.] I left. We're not fighting because she shoved a bunch of chickens into my jacket and thought it made up for the lecture.

How do you think I got her to tell me about the rabbit's foot?

[skyagain]

She shoved chickens in your jacket?

[ he sounds so tired. ]

[unrecked]

That's what you zero in on? Yeah.

[He also sounds tired.]

She kept putting Easter-from-hell chickens from the farm in my arms, and I didn't have anywhere else to put them.

[skyagain]

[ he huffs out a laugh once and tries to hide his smirk. sorry jason. it's the mental image ]

Least she couldn't bring any back to the hotel. You'd still be finding some in your jacket to this day.

[unrecked]

[he is LAUGHING at jason's misery?! HELLO]

Stop laughing. Come on. You're supposed to be on my side! [He will not say that atleastCloudislaughingandnotbeingemoaboutwhathappenedearlier. DON'T READ INTO THIS ZIA.] Ugh.

That'd be just what I need. How about you babysit her for a while? [He glances at Cloud.] She said you kept pretending for a long time that you didn't know her, but you did leave her a pretty sappy letter.

[skyagain]

[ THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS <3333

but cloud does stop looking amused to look Very confused because he has no idea what the fuck jason means about a letter. no one told him. he didn't even think about flayn's when he died. ]

What letter?

[unrecked]

[Oh. This is fun. Jason gets to put his amazing Bat memory skills which I don't have to good use. He raises one brow at Cloud, then sort of smirks as he glances up.]

There was a letter left for us in trial. Like Flayn's. Yours said something, like, [verbatim:] "Maybe we’ll see each other again when this is over. But if we don’t... Lup, you ever happen to meet the you I know... Tell her I’m sorry. And ask her to meet up with the gang at home for me. They could use all the backup they could get." Oh. And:

"Right, one last thing. This one’s from a friend of mine. Even in the darkest shadows, there’s a light that never goes out."

[Is he just trying to embarrass Cloud for the laughing? Yes.]

[skyagain]

[ well. lucky for jason that IS embarrassing. cloud looks so embarrassed about it. what the hell!!! this is so sappy!!! ]

I didn't write jack shit, I was shot in the face. I wouldn't have said any of that.

[ just shoot him again instead it would be less painful. ]

[unrecked]

[Ahahahaha. His turn to get a good little chortle out of someone else's suffering. He sort of smirks, leaning his head against the knuckles of one hand.]

So, what? The hotel made up a little sad letter that sounds exactly the way you talk to make the rest of us feel bad?

[skyagain]

That didn't sound anything like me!

[ jason! jason you suck!!!! stop bullying him he just DIED ]

[unrecked]

[Mimicking Cloud's voice, playfully but exaggeratedly:]

..."I’ve never been good at speeches. But what I’m trying to say is I believe in you"...

[skyagain]

Just... shut up already.

[ he's hiding his face in his hand he is so embarrassed and wants to die ]

I don't sound like that. [ but he doesn't sound sure anymore he just sounds EMBARRASSED ] Do me a favor, shoot me again.

[ he is aware jason has no bullets. ]

[unrecked]

[HIS TURN TO BE AMUSED. But he does let it go. Harping on it will just wear out the fun of it.]

No way, then I wouldn't have anyone around to shoot me. [CLOUD HAS A SWORD.] For what it's worth, I think a lot of them needed to hear it. Even if it made me want to barf.

[skyagain]

I'll stab you whenever you want.

[ he said shoot, but cloud has a sword. he just groans and kind of hides his face more ]

It's making me want to barf. No one needed to hear that. [ let him perish on this bar. ] Everyone read that? Seriously?

[unrecked]

[He doesn't laugh, but he does kind of grin about Cloud's suffering.]

Yeah, if they bothered to look. This is why you're a boyscout. Lup hated it at least, by the way. She said, "Tell her yourself." She was real mad at you for dying.

[Mockingly:]

You sure you're not fighting?

[skyagain]

[ shoves him lightly without even looking. stop being terrible. ]

It's not like I died on purpose. Or even wrote that shit. Probably. Unless my ghost picked up a pen and I've lost the memory of that, too.

[ he hates this place. ]

[unrecked]

You probably stood in front of the great beyond and recited it for a transcriber.

[He would bobble if not for the fact he is built like a tank. He really shouldn’t be this much of a jokester when they just had the wildest trial. But maybe that’s why he is. So he doesn’t have to think about it.

Decompress.]

Hey, if the Wake Up Theory holds, maybe you woke up and typed it on a typewriter.

[skyagain]

Pretty sure this debunks that one actually. If I had to read it before sending, it wouldn't have seen the light of day.

[ he says nothing about potentially dictating it for a transcriber. he cannot put anything past anything anymore. life is the worst. ]

[unrecked]

[This makes him laugh quietly. He laughs, but like, he too would probably not have seen the light of day if he had to type out something like that.]

You know, we wrote letters after we died too. On the island. We couldn't talk to the living, but we could write one letter to send back to them. It'd always be sitting in their spot at the dinner table when we had the next trial.