[He sort of smirks in an amused and playfully sheepish way at the look. It's funny because it's already not too effective on Jason, but way less effective with the patch.]
If you want any more than that, you'll have to butter me up. [Can he stop joking for five seconds?] Hey, you aren't the only one. There's people here who will talk to you if you need it.
As dickish as it sounds, we shouldn't forget the rules. I don't like it, sure. But if we can lessen the blow, it's better than going out losing more. The big guy is playing us like chess pieces.
Don't make this weird! [said without any particular frustration behind it.] And... Yeah, I know. Most people here have been really kind.
[he takes a breath.]
I get what you mean. I'm not sure that remembering the rules lessens the blow, really, but - we all need to do what we have to in order to make it to the end of this and bring them all back. I'm trying to focus on that.
[none of them can really afford to burn out or give up.]
[he'll head over, though he keeps talking as he does. (kill me you coward)]
I feel like there's no possible way you could be expecting everything. Also, we can't be stuck here forever, I have to go back and save the world again.
[As in, he's a Bat. They always expect EVERYTHING. Rupert comes to him like a dumb-dumb, and Jason just reaches up to catch Rupert under the chin and jaws with his hand. He tilts Rupert's head back while holding it still.]
Oh really? "Again"? You've got your bragging britches on. I'm gonna lift the gauze to look.
[unfortunately, the last time someone grabbed him like that it was in fact three seconds before they snapped his neck, so while he doesn't necessarily panic because he's pretty sure jason isn't going to do that out of nowhere on a saturday night - he does startle instinctively, smacking at his hand (which will be useless).]
Stop, stop, don't just do that out of nowhere! Use your words!
[Yeah, the smack does nothing to like really move his hand, but surprisingly, it does make him pull his hand back and hold it open and up in surrender. Sorryyy.]
I said I was going to lift the gauze. [NOT THAT. Jason is an ass.] I'm going to look at your eye. Tip your head back.
[To double back:]
The weirdest thing I'm expecting is for all of us to be asleep actually.
[His face says hehe even if he doesn't laugh. This time, he doesn't grab Rupert's face, but he does reach up to put his fingers on his jaw so he can use the other hand to lift the gauze carefully out of the way.
How's the stabbed eye looking.]
Mhm. Dunno. A little suspicious of all the sleeping or dreaming motifs around this place. Sort of wonder if the hallway of doors are actually nightmares.
for starters, there's not an eye there anymore, so that's fun. the socket is scarred over, but early enough in the healing process that it's still incredibly sensitive, so he tenses immediately as the gauze is removed, making a noise of discomfort. still, it's not bleeding, and it doesn't seem like the wound has opened since it scarred over.]
Careful... [he's already being careful, but still.] The whole 'it was all a dream' thing is a little cliched... But I guess if that were the big twist, it wouldn't be so bad.
This close, it's easy to be mad and envious at how blue Jason's eyes are compared to how dark his hair is (and also that he has both eyes probably). The odd thing maybe is how studious and perceptive his gaze is over the wound, like he knows what he's doing despite acting like such a thug.]
It's just a theory. Maybe the Nightman just digs the sleep aesthetic.
[Carefully, he situates the gauze back in place. For someone who can wave a gun around in trial, he also is pretty gentle? Weird.]
It looks better. Keep it clean. Also, try to get some aspirin. Your other eye is going to give you hell working double because of the missing one.
[said with genuine gratitude, before he presses down on the very edge of the gauze pad lightly just to make sure it's secured after jason puts it back.]
What's aspirin? [he only heard the term painkillers back at the school, help.] Also... Are you a doctor or something? Gonna be honest, I didn't really expect that.
[GEEZ. He gets such a tired expression at the question.]
You know the little thing that came in our goodie bag? The pill. That's an aspirin. A painkiller? Take it if you haven't already, or ask someone with a med kit if they have any. I'd give you mine, but I've taken it.
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[Emotionally? Jason is always hurting, it's fine.]
It has, but I don't think it's going to get better. You've got to get through tomorrow, too.
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[giving him a look!! it is less effective given the gauze patch, probably, but it's fine. he nods to the next part, though, with a sigh.]
Yeah, and then the next month and a half after that. I get it.
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If you want any more than that, you'll have to butter me up. [Can he stop joking for five seconds?] Hey, you aren't the only one. There's people here who will talk to you if you need it.
As dickish as it sounds, we shouldn't forget the rules. I don't like it, sure. But if we can lessen the blow, it's better than going out losing more. The big guy is playing us like chess pieces.
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[he takes a breath.]
I get what you mean. I'm not sure that remembering the rules lessens the blow, really, but - we all need to do what we have to in order to make it to the end of this and bring them all back. I'm trying to focus on that.
[none of them can really afford to burn out or give up.]
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[They're all practically burnt out and ready to give up, f.]
Anybody looked at your eye recently?
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[he's definitely not going to argue against whoever's in charge here being unfair, though.]
Not unless you count when we were all getting checked, earlier, but... I'll make sure Shinobu helps with it later.
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[He sort of jerks his head, beckoning.] Come here. [Imagine he snaps Rupert's neck (no).]
Halfway expecting everything to be fake and us to be stuck here for eternity.
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I feel like there's no possible way you could be expecting everything. Also, we can't be stuck here forever, I have to go back and save the world again.
[said casually, as one does.]
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You just don't know me very well.
[As in, he's a Bat. They always expect EVERYTHING. Rupert comes to him like a dumb-dumb, and Jason just reaches up to catch Rupert under the chin and jaws with his hand. He tilts Rupert's head back while holding it still.]
Oh really? "Again"? You've got your bragging britches on. I'm gonna lift the gauze to look.
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[unfortunately, the last time someone grabbed him like that it was in fact three seconds before they snapped his neck, so while he doesn't necessarily panic because he's pretty sure jason isn't going to do that out of nowhere on a saturday night - he does startle instinctively, smacking at his hand (which will be useless).]
Stop, stop, don't just do that out of nowhere! Use your words!
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I said I was going to lift the gauze. [NOT THAT. Jason is an ass.] I'm going to look at your eye. Tip your head back.
[To double back:]
The weirdest thing I'm expecting is for all of us to be asleep actually.
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[he huffs, but he does tip his head back, even if he's watching him (as much as he can).]
Asleep? Why's that?
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How's the stabbed eye looking.]
Mhm. Dunno. A little suspicious of all the sleeping or dreaming motifs around this place. Sort of wonder if the hallway of doors are actually nightmares.
cw gross eye stuff
for starters, there's not an eye there anymore, so that's fun. the socket is scarred over, but early enough in the healing process that it's still incredibly sensitive, so he tenses immediately as the gauze is removed, making a noise of discomfort. still, it's not bleeding, and it doesn't seem like the wound has opened since it scarred over.]
Careful... [he's already being careful, but still.] The whole 'it was all a dream' thing is a little cliched... But I guess if that were the big twist, it wouldn't be so bad.
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This close, it's easy to be mad and envious at how blue Jason's eyes are compared to how dark his hair is (and also that he has both eyes probably). The odd thing maybe is how studious and perceptive his gaze is over the wound, like he knows what he's doing despite acting like such a thug.]
It's just a theory. Maybe the Nightman just digs the sleep aesthetic.
[Carefully, he situates the gauze back in place. For someone who can wave a gun around in trial, he also is pretty gentle? Weird.]
It looks better. Keep it clean. Also, try to get some aspirin. Your other eye is going to give you hell working double because of the missing one.
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[said with genuine gratitude, before he presses down on the very edge of the gauze pad lightly just to make sure it's secured after jason puts it back.]
What's aspirin? [he only heard the term painkillers back at the school, help.] Also... Are you a doctor or something? Gonna be honest, I didn't really expect that.
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You know the little thing that came in our goodie bag? The pill. That's an aspirin. A painkiller? Take it if you haven't already, or ask someone with a med kit if they have any. I'd give you mine, but I've taken it.
[He snorts.]
No. I just get attacked a lot.
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[he nods, but then he pauses.]
That... is an incredibly concerning answer, are you okay?
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[inwardly closing eyes]
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Could you, like, find an occupation where people don't attack you constantly...
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[He wouldn't.]
Everyone has to make a living, right?
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[He seems a bit amused, but it doesn't completely reach his eyes mostly because they are all Tired today.]
What makes you think I don't like my job?
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[but he'll let it go after that. probably.]