ic inbox!

[secundus]

 

[ it's just the basic voicemail message, complete with the gentle female automated operator telling you you've reached the inbox of—awkward pause, jason's voice saying his own name—and that he's unavailable at the moment. leave a message after the beep. ]

Comments

[notlikeanyone]

I mean Trigon level compromised.

There's room for you here.

[secundus]

[ he... doesn't want to accept tim's help, it's a pride thing, a stupid pride thing but a pride thing nevertheless—and yet, he knows he would only be putting himself in unnecessary danger if he stuck around. who knows what dick might do in this state? ]

if you wanted to have a sleepover with me you could have just asked like a normal person

[notlikeanyone]

[fjghfd Jason just accept it already.]

Okay, do you want to have a sleepover so Dick doesn't indoctrinate you into a cult or something in your sleep?

[secundus]

much better!

yes i do

because i kind of enjoy my mental autonomy inasmuch as a crazy guy like yours truly has control over his facilities

[notlikeanyone]

Okay.

See you at mine then. I'll stock up on hot dogs.

[THAT'S NOT A EUPHEMISM he just knows Jason likes chilli dogs okay. And he's relieved and doesn't know how to say it.]

[secundus]

WILL you now

[ he knows it's not a euphemism, but it's partially revenge for tim plucking his words and twisting them before—of course he remembers that. of course. he has to set the world right somehow. ]

[notlikeanyone]

[fjgfkdsh Jason.]

Not like that - shut up

[secundus]

sometimes you just put yourself in these positions and i can't help it