TRJ: INBOX

[theartofmadness]

JASON TODD

INMATE OF THE S.F.S. PEREGRINE

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text | c.fraser

[nineteenfortyfive]

I have the distinct feeling you're avoiding me.

[She could track him, but she'd rather he come to her on his own.]

We should talk.

[theartofmadness]

( Here's the problem with Jason and avoiding: he avoids things, sure, but he's also impulsive. So chances are, he'll eventually text back because his mind is just wound up about it--and here they are. )

Oh hey, good timing. I just knocked Amanda the fuck out haha.

[nineteenfortyfive]

You what

[theartofmadness]

I punched an inmate. Apparently one named Amanda.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Jesus Christ, Jason.

Why?

[theartofmadness]

Oh, yanno. Inmate stuff. Though I think a mild breeze could knock her over, lmfao.

[nineteenfortyfive]

If you think that [SHIT] will fly with me, you're about to have a bad time. Tell me what happened.

[theartofmadness]

what's there to say when a crime's a crime anyway?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Don't be smart with me. [She has a headache that may or may not be related to drinking.] I want to hear your side of it.

You have your own room, now. Meet me there.

[theartofmadness]

what

[nineteenfortyfive]

The room adjacent to mine. Since you're my inmate now, it's yours.

[theartofmadness]

( NO. THAT'S SO UNCOOL. REPUTATION, CLAIRE!! ) I'll pass on that.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Come look at it, at least.

And I will show you what's in your file. I'm sure you're curious.

[theartofmadness]

( This reply comes quite some time after. )

You say that like I don't vividly remember all the bullshit I've done.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Including the part with the crowbar? She just barely stops herself from typing that out.]

But now I know.

[theartofmadness]

yeah. now you know. ( he didn't think it would trigger him this much but here they were and now he's doing the only thing he knows how to do when dealing with an overwhelming amount of emotions and negative assumptions: burn everything to the ground. )

[nineteenfortyfive]

You'll graduate with me. We're a good match. I know it.

[theartofmadness]

we'll see. ( He doesn't have a lot of faith. Not because he thinks he's beyond help, though... sometimes he does, he used to think that more, but... because his understanding of doing good goes against a lot of people's. And he can't imagine changing his mind. )

[nineteenfortyfive]

Please come see me.

[theartofmadness]

Why, so you can read to me my list of crimes?

[nineteenfortyfive]

No. We should talk about assumptions you might have about how this will work.

And I want you to see your own file so that there's no doubt about what I've read.

I've only ever tried to help you since we've met, Jason.

[theartofmadness]

( Wherever he is, there's an audible groan. God dammit. And he knows it, too. He's being a dick on purpose. He just can't. Help it. Cause it scares him; it scares him that someone's nice, someone's invested. ) Fine.

[nineteenfortyfive]

The room you're given is much nicer than the dorms. Bring your things.

[theartofmadness]

I'll come see you. I'm not bringing my stuff and I'm not moving into that room.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[That's what he thinks.]

Fine.

Come to my cabin, then. We'll talk.