tushanshu | 05 ❄ ( voice )

[ Jack has come back to the city after his fight with Kyle and his talk with Bucky at the shell's edge. He isn't quite ready for video replies yet, knows that despite the usual cheerful timbre he's forcing into his voice it won't cover the fact that his eyes are sad and hollow. ]

Has anyone seen Periwinkle? I went to her suite to give her fresh snow but she's not there and it looks...

[ he fumbles for the right description ]

Unused.

[ private to Finnick ]
Sorry I haven't figured out those other lures yet, I... something-- kind of came up. I take it you saw the announcement?

[ private to Damian ]
I... wanted to apologize, for what I said to you on the sled hill. When you brought up-- I, I just shouldn't have snapped back at you like that. I don't have any right to say who trusts you and who doesn't. I'm sorry.

[ private to Kyle ]
... please don't tell everyone about the snow. I get it, okay? It was wrong and fake and cheating and a horrible thing. But just let them have a good memory of it and-- and I won't spread any more snow like that around. Please. I'll... I'll do whatever you want.

[ He doesn't think he could take it if all the people who thanked him for the snow day suddenly turned on him for it. The ones who'd had their hearts lightened enough to even be able to see him for the first time. ]

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You'd be hopelessly lost without me, of course.

[Now that he was back to less-weary smiles and a closer proximity, she was back to the jokes. And a little boost the ego never hurt.]

Of course. And I'd have to do my own laundry.

I'll bet you'd even mix your whites and your colors.

[She shakes her head, giving a low 'tsk tsk' as if it were a pitiful crime.]

[ blink. blink... pulls the neckline of his hoodie away and looks down at the shirt underneath, his nose almost touching the material. ]

Is that bad?

[That finally broke her; after the weight of their lengthy conversation, the look on his face and genuine consideration for her joke left her in a fit of laughter. Nearly doubling over.]

Hey!

[ Finding himself the source of her amusement, he gave a mock growl and pounced on her, clearly intent on this becoming a tickling war in retaliation. ]

[She gave a loud squeal when he pounced on her, his cold skin brushing against hers in the haste. Of course, the shock is nothing compared to the surprise of...suddenly finding herself pinned beneath his ~~admittedly light~~ weight.]

[The laughter is gone now, and she stared up at him with wide eyes. Not particular frightened of offended. Just...caught off-guard. Very off-guard.]

Jack? What are you...?

[ Jack stopped moving when she felt her go still, the bright spot that had been her laughter snuffed like a candle, his fingers curling away from her sides and then bracing on the floor as he studied her. His grin hadn't quite faded but it held a note of unsurety and his blue eyes searched hers for what was suddenly, something, different. ]

Was it too cold...?

[Why was he looking at her like that?]

I--uh--yeah...

[What are words?]

Oh... right.

[ The carefree moment is gone; he pushes back and rocks on his heels to his feet, hand fluttering as though he wants to offer it to help her back up as well but she'd just said he was too cold so it remains awkwardly at his side. Instead he bends to pick up the plate and what's left of the fruit. ]

I should really invest in a pair of gloves, huh...

[She kind of...lingers on the ground for a moment. Waiting until her heart stops pounding in her ears and she finally remembers how to breathe again, because...that was...and he...]

[Oh. Right. He'd said something to her, hadn't he?]

[Slowly, she rose to a sitting position. Attempting the most awkward attempt at a smile in the history of smiles.]

Gloves. Sure.

...what was that all about just now?

The tickling? I don't know, I assumed you were -- most people are.

You were...trying to tickle me.

[Right.]

[Of course.]

[...how it is even possible for someone to be that innocent?]

Why?

Because you were laughing and, I thought we... were...

[ He scrubs his hand through his messy hair, then decides he doesn't really know what he's trying to say and after the last few days, he's just going to quit while he's ahead. ]

Anyway, I'm gonna go. I've gotta meet up with Finnick.

Though we were what?

[...no, she probably shouldn't ask. Never mind. Moving on.]

Yeah, sure. I don't want to keep you if you have plans.

I'll see you later Zatanna.

See you, Jack.

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