[ he knows you can't. this is jack being a bitch. a moment or so later, the door will be hissing open, just as jack is walking away from it. with a sheet wrapped around his hips, with part flopped over his shoulder. sort of like a toga. not exactly, because this was an unintentional thing, because he did not want to start smelling like paint.
but once Chase makes it in, Jack will be pointing to the shirt and pants laid on the kitchenette table, with bright yellow paint splattered on them. ]
[But despite the words, he's already reaching for the clothes. He flips it over to find the stain, and noting the location right on the ass, he turns back to Jack with both eyebrows raised.]
[ eyerolling at your eyeroll where he is sitting primly on the edge of his bunk. there might be a splatter of paint on his arm or face or something. these things get messy. ]
If laundry took care of something like this, I would.
[ it might. he doesn't know. he only ever has other people dry clean his stuff. or lets hanna do the laundry. or calls hanna every time he needs to do laundry.
[He looks back at the clothes, and his eyes flash. He picks them up, shirt first, and shakes it out. When the fabric settles, it looks brand new again.]
[ a narrowing of eyes is sent chase's away for the 'you're cute' bit. ]
Narcissist.
[ chase he's like seven years older than you and also a step away from being your twin, stop that. also, don't be a bitch. once the stain is shaken out of the clothes, jack moves to inspect the garments, picking up the pants and turning them over in his hands, and doing the same with the shirt, before he starts to put it all back on. ty, bae. ]
David Shepherd.
[ said with a long-suffering sigh. honestly, jack will take getting shot with his own paintball gun over the few millions of ways that whole situation could have gone worse. doesn't mean he likes admitting to it any better. ]
David actually talks to you? After the initial meeting?
[ so skeptical. he's met you, chase, he knows you're more full of yourself than even jack is, and you practically go into a fit of glee at the thought of violence.
[He smiles sweetly. Flipping the crazy switch on and off is his favorite pasttime Jack, why else would he get worked up over having such a revealing file? Personal shame, or something? PBHT.]
[ for a moment, jack's lips sit slightly parted, jaw shifting minorly behind them. chase is manipulating him. it's obvious who and what chase is, and it's something completely against david's nature. ]
Is there some kind of hobby you have in messing with the people I ask you not to? [ a beat, and he exhales a sharp, wry laugh. ] How many other people are you playing here?
[ not that he cares. chase can fuck with anyone he wants, so long as it doesn't inconvenience jack. but david is an exception to that list. a huge exception. after another moment of watching him, expression blank, sidelong, he speaks up again. ]
To be clear, if your playing ends up putting any of my people in the risk of harm, we're going to have issue.
[ 'issue' being an understatement. jack's gone to absurd lengths to protect some people here, up to and including mass poisonings. while he's wary of chase, of what he wants with david, he did only just get his one semi-friend from home talking to him again. it may not be the best idea to go around stringing people up in his name.
that, and, he doesn't exactly want to make an enemy out of chase, not only for his frighteningly incredible powers - he's useful, and he's practically attached to jack's ass. that, and, he's actually decent company, most of the time. which is what has him lolling his head to the side, wry expression on his lips. ]
I mean, you never actually asked. You asked if it would be worth it to ask. Totally different.
[In other news, Chase is the actual worst. But he's also the lonely sort of worst: finding Caleb, finding his little group of friends even though they were all (ostensibly) what Chase was, he glimpsed something he actually sorta wanted. Sure, it made them all weak and easy to manipulate (though not that he recognizes it, it's also what made Caleb strong enough to fight back in the end), but it still seemed... worth it. Almost. Maybe. He's not sure.
They were happy. And they weren't killing themselves slowly. They'd had more than he had, which was a slap to the face, for someone who always thought he had everything.
So maybe he'll dial back on jabbing at all of Jack's little buttons to try and see where and when he'll crack. At least for now. Just until he decides if Jack has the right idea, finding people he'd stick his neck out for like this.
Chase's eyes narrow briefly, before his brow smooths out and he gives a nonchalant shrug. The best way to deal with things is to pretend they're just not happening, right? Right.]
Not a scratch, scout's honor.
[He was never a scout and he thinks honor is a waste of time, but there you have it. He's about to brush the whole thing off, only--]
--Hey. We had a deal! [YOU CAN'T DO THAT JACK HE'S ONLY GOT LIKE 2 CLOTHES?? It's cruel and unusual!]
It was implied, and you were aware of opinion on it.
[ you knew, you little shit. but whatever, done is done, and it just means he'll have to keep a closer eye on chase, especially when david's involved. maybe he has nothing to get out of it outside of social interaction (he does seem the starved for attention type), but guessing isn't really enough when it comes to people jack cares about.
either way, there's an agreement there, frail as it may be, and for the moment, jack will rest assured on that, giving a short nod, after watching him for a moment.
scout's honor. h a .
and as for the outburst on clothing - ]
Then don't piss me off and I won't be inclined to annull our deal.
[He's so offended right now omg. Clothes are serious business, okay? Especially nice clothes. If Jack didn't want his stuff perpetually borrowed he shouldn't own such good things.]
When are you not pissed off? Don't put that on me.
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No teleporting through? :(
[ he knows you can't. this is jack being a bitch. a moment or so later, the door will be hissing open, just as jack is walking away from it. with a sheet wrapped around his hips, with part flopped over his shoulder. sort of like a toga. not exactly, because this was an unintentional thing, because he did not want to start smelling like paint.
but once Chase makes it in, Jack will be pointing to the shirt and pants laid on the kitchenette table, with bright yellow paint splattered on them. ]
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I mean, you could just do your own laundry.
[But despite the words, he's already reaching for the clothes. He flips it over to find the stain, and noting the location right on the ass, he turns back to Jack with both eyebrows raised.]
Piss somebody off, did you?
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If laundry took care of something like this, I would.
[ it might. he doesn't know. he only ever has other people dry clean his stuff. or lets hanna do the laundry. or calls hanna every time he needs to do laundry.
also, see icon for the face you are getting rn. ]
You think?
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You're cute when you're pissy.
[He looks back at the clothes, and his eyes flash. He picks them up, shirt first, and shakes it out. When the fabric settles, it looks brand new again.]
Who was it?
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Narcissist.
[ chase he's like seven years older than you and also a step away from being your twin, stop that. also, don't be a bitch. once the stain is shaken out of the clothes, jack moves to inspect the garments, picking up the pants and turning them over in his hands, and doing the same with the shirt, before he starts to put it all back on. ty, bae. ]
David Shepherd.
[ said with a long-suffering sigh. honestly, jack will take getting shot with his own paintball gun over the few millions of ways that whole situation could have gone worse. doesn't mean he likes admitting to it any better. ]
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I don't know what you're talking about.
[But. But. That answer, he laughs.]
No shit? What'd you even do.
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[ chase, pls. he has heard your extensive self-praise, bae. don't even try that shit with him.
eyes narrow, and this is very obviously not a conversation that is going to be occuring. ]
No shit. None of your business.
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He shrugs casually, but he's definitely watching for a reaction.]
Alright, I'll just ask David.
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[ so skeptical. he's met you, chase, he knows you're more full of yourself than even jack is, and you practically go into a fit of glee at the thought of violence.
david would hate you. ]
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[He smiles sweetly. Flipping the crazy switch on and off is his favorite pasttime Jack, why else would he get worked up over having such a revealing file? Personal shame, or something? PBHT.]
Actually, we're hanging out later.
["""""hanging out"""""]
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Is there some kind of hobby you have in messing with the people I ask you not to? [ a beat, and he exhales a sharp, wry laugh. ] How many other people are you playing here?
[ not that he cares. chase can fuck with anyone he wants, so long as it doesn't inconvenience jack. but david is an exception to that list. a huge exception. after another moment of watching him, expression blank, sidelong, he speaks up again. ]
To be clear, if your playing ends up putting any of my people in the risk of harm, we're going to have issue.
[ 'issue' being an understatement. jack's gone to absurd lengths to protect some people here, up to and including mass poisonings. while he's wary of chase, of what he wants with david, he did only just get his one semi-friend from home talking to him again. it may not be the best idea to go around stringing people up in his name.
that, and, he doesn't exactly want to make an enemy out of chase, not only for his frighteningly incredible powers - he's useful, and he's practically attached to jack's ass. that, and, he's actually decent company, most of the time. which is what has him lolling his head to the side, wry expression on his lips. ]
I may even start locking my clothes up again.
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[In other news, Chase is the actual worst. But he's also the lonely sort of worst: finding Caleb, finding his little group of friends even though they were all (ostensibly) what Chase was, he glimpsed something he actually sorta wanted. Sure, it made them all weak and easy to manipulate (though not that he recognizes it, it's also what made Caleb strong enough to fight back in the end), but it still seemed... worth it. Almost. Maybe. He's not sure.
They were happy. And they weren't killing themselves slowly. They'd had more than he had, which was a slap to the face, for someone who always thought he had everything.
So maybe he'll dial back on jabbing at all of Jack's little buttons to try and see where and when he'll crack. At least for now. Just until he decides if Jack has the right idea, finding people he'd stick his neck out for like this.
Chase's eyes narrow briefly, before his brow smooths out and he gives a nonchalant shrug. The best way to deal with things is to pretend they're just not happening, right? Right.]
Not a scratch, scout's honor.
[He was never a scout and he thinks honor is a waste of time, but there you have it. He's about to brush the whole thing off, only--]
--Hey. We had a deal! [YOU CAN'T DO THAT JACK HE'S ONLY GOT LIKE 2 CLOTHES?? It's cruel and unusual!]
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[ you knew, you little shit. but whatever, done is done, and it just means he'll have to keep a closer eye on chase, especially when david's involved. maybe he has nothing to get out of it outside of social interaction (he does seem the starved for attention type), but guessing isn't really enough when it comes to people jack cares about.
either way, there's an agreement there, frail as it may be, and for the moment, jack will rest assured on that, giving a short nod, after watching him for a moment.
scout's honor. h a .
and as for the outburst on clothing - ]
Then don't piss me off and I won't be inclined to annull our deal.
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When are you not pissed off? Don't put that on me.
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[ spoken primly with brows raised. bitch pls people would be getting set on fire if he was pissed off. or poisoned. probably poisoned. ]