gigadevilbreaker | Imeeji

Been talking to Talon, huh.

Happened t'glance at one of his memories. Those were some, uh... outfit choices, there.

[there's a half amused breath that escapes his lips, and he leans back against the wall, folding his arms over his chest.]

I actually have my outfit here. One of 'em, anyway. Just, no point in running around with a mask on right now. But if I could, I'd change my idol name to 'Red Hood.'

That'd piss me off less than 'Firestarter.'

Not 'Red Helmet'?

[They're... they're in his room, so maybe this is okay. If he comes within an arm's length and peers at the skin. Seeing if he could spot the missing scars.

The last time they were this close and one of them was up against a wall, they were kissing. And then they fucked.]

...They're trying t'make a dig at you for the burns, huh.

Red Hood.

[he's amused as he says it-- he knows what he's getting at, but doesn't care. that's who he was. however, it's impossible to not notice that Griffin was staring, and so he reaches up, and pulls his collar down slightly, so he can see the burns are gone.

it's brief, and he drops his hand soon after, shrugging.]

Or the bombs. I know how to make those, too.

[The relief is clear on Griffin's face, and he relaxes just enough to remember to feel awkward about standing so close. It's okay, right? Jason hadn't pushed him away or moved to give himself more breathing room. He...

He wants to touch Jason's neck, to feel the healed skin with his own hand but. Stops himself again, unsure. Another aborted twitch and a flush of pink.]

I don't think you'd accidentally blow yourself up, at least.

[there's a flash of something, and then, haltingly]

I think I was beaten to death, actually.

[he definitely doesn't move back. but he half-- isn't sure what to expect. but might as well say it, right?]

[That takes him off guard. Griffin's head whips up, eyes wide and disbelieving. Who the hell could beat JASON to death? He was already fucking tough, and-- Griffin couldn't suppress the protective surge that welled up inside him.]

What... the hell?

[he shrugs again, and pushes away from the wall.]

Eh, crowbars have come up enough that it seems to be a pretty well known fact.

Plus, you know, the fact that I decided to use one to beat the face in of the guy that did it. Made sure to ask him which way hurt the most.

Worst part? It didn't even feel satisfying.

[Griffin stays in place as he watches Jason push away. His expression steels as he listens to him, but by the end, there is something darker in his eyes.]

...You're right. That does suck.

Revenge oughta have the decency to be enjoyable.

Don't think it's ever gonna be that way with that asshole. He's so far gone, everything's a joke to him.

Even my life.

[he doesn't look back to notice the darkness in Griff's eyes.

not that he doesn't have something dark in his own eyes. but this is enough-- time to loosen up.]

Anyway, you wanted me to pick up a book?

Well I hope you killed him.

[That's the last he'll say on that, if Jason wanted to change the subject. Breathing out a pained sigh, he finally moves from his spot to grab something from under the bed. Apparently that's where all presents live?]

[it is absolutely the last he wants to talk about it. he doesn't know what happened, but it's this giant hole that feels like it's growing ever closer.

and he doesn't like it.]

What brought this on, anyway? The scar points, fine. But you hate books.

[He hesitates, back turned to Jason.]

I don't hate books. I just can't get through'em without falling asleep.

You always seem t'need one though... [Y'know. For when Griffin's asleep.]

[he's watching his back, noting the hesitation. his eyebrows raise lightly.]

They keep me awake.

[His heart's pounding in his chest now!!!]

R-right.

[Don't think about how he stroked your hair. Don't get flustered. Come on. Be cooler than this, dipshit. Griffin forces himself to stand up and... hands Jason a leather bound hardcover, in his shade of red with gold detailing. It's an anthology of poetry.]

I dunno, I thought maybe you'd like'em.

What?

[what]

[he stares down at the book]

[be cool.

don't do it.]

It's--

[be cool.]

[DEEP BREATH.]

[and just]

... Thanks.

[he really wishes he'd had his hood up this whole time]

This is... not what I expected? It's... [romantic?] ... not what I thought.

[Please Griffin died a thousand deaths in the time it took you to respond]

U-umm. I was tryin' my hand at writing music so I... started reading poems for inspiration. They weren't bad. [He, glances down, rubs his nose.] Guess there's something to'em.

[oh.

he looks at the book, and is again reminded that he... actually doesn't know what to do. this feels a little?

unbelievable?]

...

...

...

Oh.

[ WHEEZE ]

--I mean you don't have t'read it if it's not your thing. You're like-- non-fiction, right?

[nope this was a mistake Jay didn't want romance and this was romance you fucked up YOU FUCKED UP]

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