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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[ 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. ]