( she isn't quiet or subtle at all. it's not a voice he recognizes one bit, but there's the barest hint of a manhattan accent. one he wouldn't have placed except it hits more of a valley girl twang which--is what he expects from an upper-class manhattanite.
coupled with her clear struggle with whatever the hell she's trying to backspace on, is fucking hilarious. he'd laugh about it, except he did not wake up on the right side of the space bed and taunting some girl who just happens to be close by doesn't sound like a great way to start off.
which clearly means he should.
jason sits himself up slowly, every movement carefully choreographed, intentionally made obvious as long as she's not coming at him, because he's not starting shit with her as long as she doesn't start it with him. he swings his legs over the side of the bed until he's facing her, fingers raising up to shove through fussed hair while he--squints over at her. )
The hell're you going on about? ( he doesn't see a phone. jason's got his own stealthier comm devices, but he's not spilling that. )
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coupled with her clear struggle with whatever the hell she's trying to backspace on, is fucking hilarious. he'd laugh about it, except he did not wake up on the right side of the space bed and taunting some girl who just happens to be close by doesn't sound like a great way to start off.
which clearly means he should.
jason sits himself up slowly, every movement carefully choreographed, intentionally made obvious as long as she's not coming at him, because he's not starting shit with her as long as she doesn't start it with him. he swings his legs over the side of the bed until he's facing her, fingers raising up to shove through fussed hair while he--squints over at her. )
The hell're you going on about? ( he doesn't see a phone. jason's got his own stealthier comm devices, but he's not spilling that. )