[ WHY IS JASON LIKE THIS why are they both like this
now sylvain is actually kinda pissed. good will, suddenly evaporated. he immediately settles into a defensive stance, fists and hackles raised. he thinks jason is actually trying to pull something on him—fool him once, etc.
so even after jason relaxes, sylvain does not. he's going for a punch. ]
[Even if he wasn't expecting Sylvain to try to punch him, he would mostly be prepared for it. Quickly, he snaps his hand up and catches Sylvain's fist in his palm, closes his fingers around it.
But he doesn't do anything else. He just holds it in place.
It's not a wimpy punch, though. Sylvain doesn't have a bad hook. It reverberates Jason's arm and stings the calloused skin of the inside of his hand. And that bounces from him to Sylvain, a ping pong of sharing.
His sharp blue eyes jump back and forth over Sylvain's face, trying to see if Sylvain's expression changes.]
Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. See? Did you feel it?
[ his hand twitches, mixed signals of hitting and getting hit scrambling up his arm and nervous system. he takes a step back, staring at his palm, anger completely forgotten in favor of utter bewilderment. ]
What the hell?
[ WHAT THE HELL...
he frowns up at jason. there is a long and measured silence, as he tries to process all this, before he says, ]
You couldn't have tried using words, first? [ BRUH ]
[ sylvain's now totally fixated on trying to sort this out. he returns jason's squinting from earlier, going so far as to half-circle him, trying to identify any external influences. (none insofar as he can tell...) ]
Definitely not.
[ ... ] You think there's something in the water that's causing this?
[ he's thinking it akin to an infection...
grumbling, ] Like this place isn't confusing enough already.
[Well, he just stands there as Sylvain looks him over, though he does kind of make a bit of a face about it. He feels like a Crechure in a zoo is all.]
It's probably more than just the water, if we're being honest.
[He hates this. There was none of these shenanigans during the game he was in before.]
So we're... what? Linked? Emotionally and physically? That's great. How long is this shit going to last? Don't really like the idea of you getting random readings on me all the time.
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now sylvain is actually kinda pissed. good will, suddenly evaporated. he immediately settles into a defensive stance, fists and hackles raised. he thinks jason is actually trying to pull something on him—fool him once, etc.
so even after jason relaxes, sylvain does not. he's going for a punch. ]
Well fuck you, too.
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But he doesn't do anything else. He just holds it in place.
It's not a wimpy punch, though. Sylvain doesn't have a bad hook. It reverberates Jason's arm and stings the calloused skin of the inside of his hand. And that bounces from him to Sylvain, a ping pong of sharing.
His sharp blue eyes jump back and forth over Sylvain's face, trying to see if Sylvain's expression changes.]
Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. See? Did you feel it?
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What the hell?
[ WHAT THE HELL...
he frowns up at jason. there is a long and measured silence, as he tries to process all this, before he says, ]
You couldn't have tried using words, first? [ BRUH ]
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I didn't know if it was just me.
[He should have used words first, yeah, but he's a Bat. Sorry to Sylvain.]
You ever had this happen before? Were you in one of these before coming here? Did this kind of thing happen there?
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Definitely not.
[ ... ] You think there's something in the water that's causing this?
[ he's thinking it akin to an infection...
grumbling, ] Like this place isn't confusing enough already.
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It's probably more than just the water, if we're being honest.
[He hates this. There was none of these shenanigans during the game he was in before.]
So we're... what? Linked? Emotionally and physically? That's great. How long is this shit going to last? Don't really like the idea of you getting random readings on me all the time.
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[ talk about invasion of privacy??? ]
I doubt either of us are the types to stay outta trouble, but we can try not to overdo it for now... [ SO HE SAYS... ]
Until we can figure out what's going on, anyway. I'll try asking around, see if anyone else's got the same... predicament.
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Good luck to both of us.
[He rubs the socket of one eye tiredly. This will be fun when he is trying to explore.]
Alright. Though that only means this is worse rather than better.
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