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TEXT; un: shadowthief

[onteamdyson]

Hey nerd, haven't seen you in a million years just checking that you're still not alive!

P.s. thanks for actually understanding the angel point I was trying to make?

p.p.s. LLOYD IS COOL AND YOU TWO SHOULD BE BROS AND NOT HASSLE EACH OTHER

ok hit me up <33333

- K

text; un: knight

[reuknighted]

Ok. Gonna break this down.

1. I'm just gonna assume this is Kenzi. Nice username.

2. Still dead as ever.

3. Thanks for not falling into a frothing rage over the word "garbage."

4. Who the hell is Lloyd?

[onteamdyson]

You assumed RIGHT! Gold stars for Jason. Like one entire golden constellation of stars. Also thanks. Also I'm kind of garbage so it works.

Lloyd is the super sweet dorkbrain that tried to defend the Hive and me and everyone in the Hive? I work with him now. He's actually hilarious.

[reuknighted]

Aw. So modest.

You mean that agent2thestars guy? Yeah, it was pretty hilarious how mad he was. Is he that whiny in person?

[onteamdyson]

You don't end up down here if you're all squeaky clean, obvi.

YEAH THAT'S HIM! No, he's not that whiny. Yes it was... kinda hilarious. But seriously! Play nice. He's a really great guy.

[reuknighted]

You realize how lucky you are that I'm "playing nice" with you, right? Sucking up to that mess is kind of a tall order.

[onteamdyson]

this is you being nice? damn jay. guess the honour of all that LUCK is just lost on me

[reuknighted]

I wasn't even being mean when I talked to him. You'll know it when I take off the kiddie gloves.

[onteamdyson]

will I know when you take off the freaking KEVLAR because that hasnt even happened yet.

[reuknighted]

You should've come to that party at Infrablack. I took it off there.

[That... sounds more suggestive than he meant it to, but he's leaving it like that anyway.]

[onteamdyson]

You shoulda invited me. <3~ Probably woulda said yes.

[reuknighted]

It was business, not pleasure. Maybe next time.

[onteamdyson]

You know my number.

Later, J.

[reuknighted]

I'll be in touch.

Later.

permaprivate; text; un: scienceofdeduction

[logicals]

We're even.

[reuknighted]

Finally found out?

[He can barely contain his smile.]

[logicals]

Evidently.

_{[ he's so angry, which is why his words are short. he's not giving u the satisfaction. ]}

[reuknighted]

Ol' Johnny boy seemed so cold when he replied to me. :( You feeling the chill, too?

[logicals]

He hasn't told me to piss off yet, so I'm doing marginally better than you are at the very least.

[reuknighted]

Yeah, guess so. Difference is, I didn't care about him before I sent him my Penthouse letter.

[Aside from that small bit of familiarity with the books, but then, he always hero-worshiped Sherlock, not Watson.]

un: vdova; text

[natalia_vdova]

Hey, I just wanted to say sorry if I was a little weird last time we saw each other? Something fucked with my memory, so I didn't actually know who you were. I was more or less seventeen. Not exactly an experience I ever thought I'd have to repeat.

Anyway, we should maybe get together sometime. Drinks?

[reuknighted]

Aha. Knew something was up.

Nobody should have to live through age 17 once, let alone twice. Sounds like you could use a drink. I'll buy.

[Since she did last time, and all.]

[natalia_vdova]

I knew you were sharp.

I certainly wouldn't say no. You have a place in mind?

[She likes the ritual of it; going out for a drink.]

[reuknighted]

Same place as last? Provided you're back to being mentally over 21, of course.

[He's joking.]

[natalia_vdova]

Sounds good to me. Gimme 20 and I'll head over.
Scout's honor: definitely 21+.

[She doesn't tell him how much 'plus' that is, though.]

[reuknighted]

Meet you there.

[And, true to his word, Jason is waiting in the bar whenever she arrives, sitting at the same place they sat last time. He's in one of his hoodies with ripped-off sleeves, numerous scars on display. It's about as casual as he'll get out in public.]

Action!

[natalia_vdova]

[Nat's some kind of casual when she shows up. Clearly just out of the shower, with how her red hair is damp, putting a wave to it when she usually puts in the effort to make it fall straight. A form-fitting minidress, lace-up boots and blood red lipstick that painted the curve of her smile as she slipped into the bar. Her blue eyes finding Jason easy enough as she slips in next to him.]

You look good.

[Her eyes linger on his scars for a moment, because she always likes the look of them, and Jason wears them well. Almost as good as she does; the dress doesn't bother to hide the gunshot on her left shoulder.]

[reuknighted]

[Jason tries not to perk up too visibly when Nat slides up beside him, but his eyes betray interest as they wander over her body. They linger on her scar for just a moment before he looks up at her face.

He's still not used to taking compliments. He hardly thinks he deserves them, in truth, even if they're mild, but he slaps away the doubtful little voice in his head and grins anyway.]

Don't I always?

[natalia_vdova]

[She catches the way his eyes wander over her, because she's looking for it. She can see the way his gaze drags across the scar on her shoulder and there's a quirk of her lips. She has scars to show the same as him. She heals fast, but it doesn't stop her life from leaving marks on her skin.]

Oh, of course.

[The smile that curls her red lips is playful, a little mischievous. She feels like she can breathe again, and it's been a while since she's felt like she's not treading water to stay afloat.]

But I believe someone offered me a drink.

[Is she flirting? Maybe.]

[reuknighted]

Sure, sure.

[Red, Jason thinks, is a good color on her. Of course, he's a little biased. Still, his gaze lingers on her lips for just a second too long before he raises a hand to summon the bartender.]

Usual for me, and the lady will have...?

[natalia_vdova]

[It is a good color on her. Not the color she labels herself by, though here in Hell, it's become almost something of a nickname with certain people. Red. Like flame and ashes in her wake. She smiles, notices him looking, and enjoys it.

Because why not? She'd had reasons, she's sure, but for the life of her she can't remember what they were.]

Vodka soda.

[Not exactly her usual, but in bars in Hell it's a safe bet when little else is. She hates to imagine what they'd do to a cosmo.]

So how've you been?

[reuknighted]

[The bartender nods and shuffles away to get them their drinks. (He's not chatty; that's one of the reasons Jason likes this place so much.)

Jason turns to Nat and rests his cheek on his hand. The bags under his eyes are a little more pronounced than usual, which should give her some clue as to how he's been even before he answers.]

Got stuck babysitting the Hell-brats for community service. Reinforced my decision never to be a father, if nothing else.