yogen | ♛ A knife in my heart couldn't slow me down ♛

I've never had someone in my life who can actually cook except for my.... Dad's butler. So i definitely want to see what you're made of.

[His smirk grows wider now and he's tilting his head back in thought.]

You can call me Red Hood if anything. That's my alias. Though I have a feeling that you've settled on Stripes.

It's catchy! And personalized. You'll get used to it, probably.

[He's stretching a bit before he's standing up, dusting his pants off before putting his hands onto his hips.] Anyway, we've got some free time, yeah? You mentioned wanting to learn more about the other school and the void. Wanna go?

[He's weird but in a good way. He was growing on him.]

Hell yeah.

[He pushed himself up, brushing off some dirt from his pants as well and walking off the edge of the roof where he had been sitting. He turned to face Childe, grinning from ear to ear in obvious excitement.]

[He's unwinding the bandage that he keeps wrapped around his left arm and hand, summoning forth one of his blades so that he can add another neat little scoremark into his palm; he needs to stop shifting dimensions or this is going to become a problem eventually.]

Here, come back a bit further from the edge. Just in case you stumble. [Then he's turning his hand over and letting the blood drip down onto the roof. Hopefully no one else had decided to come up for a night walk tonight. If so... Whoops?]

[Jason shoved his hands into his pocket and walked closer to Childe, standing a foot away now. He watched him carefully, always really fascinated by the way he wielded those daggers.]

You make a habit out of this?

[The moment the blood hit the ground, he was too distracted by the shifting of everything around them to pay much attention to Childe anymore.]

[He's reaching up to lick the blood off of his palm, smearing a bit across the left corner of his lips in the process. He doesn't bother wrapping it yet, pocketing the bandages for the time being to deal with once they leave. The dagger dissipates in a small shower of water, dripping down into a tiny puddle at his feet.]

I do, actually. I like it better here. Quieter. Reminds me of home.

[He's gone from that playful excitement to a more serious tone, a sort of sneer crossing his face as he nods towards the access leading back down into the school proper.] And it's easy to hide stuff here. Wanna see the void first?

[Jason's eyes settled on Childe again, that smirk slowly morphing into a grin that felt more dementedly curious than anything else]

Lead the way, Tartaglia.

[He could definitely see where Childe was coming from at least. There was something about this place that he felt as if Childe could let loose in here and stop hiding behind whatever mask he put up. He was curious to see it.]

[It's been... Well. Far too long since he's heard that out loud from someone other than himself. Granted that's his own fault, but it's... Nice. Feels right. Especially now, with his Vision back on its hip where it belongs. Like stepping back into his favorite pair of shoes.

He doesn't reply verbally yet, more content in simply doing his part and showing Jason around. Bypassing the rest of the school and making a beeline down to the first floor, where the Void has expanded past the confines of the auditorium and into the hallway. Once there he crouches down, staring into the direction of the heart.]

Beautiful, isn't she?

[As much as he wanted to explore a little more, he followed Childe closely. This place had a feeling to it, and it was something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Once they reached their destination, though, Jason snapped out of his thoughts and raised a brow at the void. He crouched down beside Childe, resting his elbows on his knees.]

That's a hell of a void. It's bigger than I thought.

[He nods a little, head cocked and gaze unmoving from the utter darkness of the maw before them.] Used to be smaller, though recently she's gotten a bit more temperamental.

[He pauses for a moment, silent and contemplative before he's smirking a bit to himself. Not now. He then decides to abruptly change the subject.] Would you be mad if I told you those scissors were a murder weapon that I planted on you? You can toss them in, if you like. No one will find them afterwards.

[That did catch him by surprise, though Jason did a pretty good job of not reacting to Childe's words. He glanced over at him, a small amused grin crossing his face.]

Somehow I'm not all that surprised.

[He never pegged Childe as the innocent one. He'd be more surprised if he would have told him that he's never killed anyone before.

Jason reached behind him and pulled out the scissors, twirling them in his hands but not doing anything else with them>]

Who'd you kill?

Oh c'mon, Stripes. If I just tell you, that defeats the fun of getting caught.

[He straightens up, twisting his torso with a soft grunt before he's pushing his hands back into his pockets and finally turning away from the void to look over at Jason properly. He'd taken the news very well, though. That was somehow just as surprising as it was expected.]

Tall, though. Put up a good fight.

Don't I know it.

[Jason scuffs softly, finally looking up at Childe. He holds up the scissors, pointing them at him though not moving otherwise.]

You don't seem like the type to suddenly confess. Suddenly got with hit of guilt, or are you just threatening me with a good time?

[He's laughing a little to himself at the question, shrugging in response.] Truthfully? I wanted to see what you'd say. [He narrows his eyes a bit, tilting his chin up. The display of amusement doesn't reach his face, expression impassive and completely unmoving, entirely nonplussed by the scissors now aimed in his direction.

Here he was at his strongest. Metal was nothing in comparison, no matter how sharp.]

You could turn me in, if you wanted to. I doubt it would be terribly difficult to convince people of, and they'd laude you as a hero.

Hero?

[He actually laughed, spinning the scissors in his hand again before he was sliding them back into their resting place. He pushed himself up, placing his hands on his hips.]

Never been much of that. [He narrows his eyes on Childe, watching him carefully now.]

Unless you're hurting the kids, I honestly don't care who you kill in this place. It's not my business either, and I don't trust any of them to actually bother running my mouth to them.

[A small smirk crossed his face then]

It's better to keep information to yourself.

[He does react then, face twisting up into a distasteful scowl.] I don't hurt kids. [Because honestly, that's probably the lowest anyone can go, and Childe is more than willing to turn his single-minded ire onto someone who would go that far.

Morality is shades of grey, but when it comes to shit like this it really is just black and white in his eyes.]

[Disgust turns to mild amusement, and he's taking a few steps back to lean up against the wall proper.] And here I was worried I was going to have to slit your throat next.

[Jason barks out a laugh, amendment clear on his face now that they've cleared that up. He would have probably killed Childe had he said he had harmed the kids or that he has killed one of them. As much as a bastard as Jason was, he had the lines that if crossed he gave no mercy.

Kids were always a hard line.]

Good. I didn't want to have to kill you. I was actually enjoying your company.

[He tilts his head back, now looking at the void again]

Well, you could try. You're gonna need more than your fancy little tricks though, as much as I like them.

[A brow is arched, tilting his head a bit as he watches Jason's profile. There's another trademark smirk following along onto his lips, and he draws his hands out of his pockets to cross his arms.]

Think so? [Guess who's pausing for dramatic effect it's this bitch. He even pretends to think it over, tapping the toe of his shoe against the floor.] I've got quite a lot of tricks, after all. I haven't even gotten to show you the real fun ones yet.

Oh yeah?

[He turns to face Childe completely now]

Now you're just teasing me, Tartaglia.

[He should be more on edge, more on guard, but he can't help the teasing in his voice. Bruce would be so disappointed in him, and that somehow edged him on more.]

I don't tease when I can promise.

[Why has this turned horny I fucking hate it here.

He shrugs again, stepping away from the wall and jerking a thumb over his shoulder.] Wanna step outside?

[There was absolutely something here and Jason didn't know what it was. He shrugged one shoulder, ignoring the way Childe's words caused his grin to widen.]

You're my tour guide, after all.

It's always polite to be sure your guests have seen their fill of the sights before moving on.

[He's turning on his heel to head towards the courtyard, intending to lead the both of them out past the wisteria and into the more open field beyond.

If he's gonna show off, he might as well go somewhere with room to work in. Childe moves his hands through the air as he walks, vapor coalescing from thin air to take the shape of a sizeable bow, which he then twirls about in his hands.] How good are you at taking hits?

Been taking them all my life.

[Among other things, putting up a fight is one of the things Jason knows how to do best. He watches Childe in curiosity.

Man it would be so useful to be able to do that. As much as he loves his guns, pulling them out of thing air would be incredible.

In theory, he could just do that with the All Blades, but he hadn't felt them since waking up here. And he had to use his own blood to activate them, which would land him in a pickle here.]

Birds of a feather, we continue to flock together.

[He spins around to face Jason once they're far enough out, that fake-pleasant smile of his plastered across his face as he aims the bow skyward. An arrow forms for him to nock into place, glowing brighter and brighter as he pulls the string as far back as it can go. The breathable air becomes dry and almost suffocating, more water leeched from the surroundings, a swirling maelstrom that only grows.

And grows.

Until he releases the arrow.]

[Incoming.]

♛ A knife in my heart couldn't slow me down ♛

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tw: some very mild self harm just for blood usage

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