( he is alive. what had looked like a corpse quickly comes back to life the moment he hears noise; his body shifts to sit more upright, eyes opening and managing to look more irritated at his nap being interrupted than as exhausted as he's really feeling. call it a family talent: being broken into pieces and yet still finding some way to be bitchy and put out by everyone else around them. )
I was trying to get a nap in. ( with a roll of his eyes at how cautious the guy seems to be approaching him. yes, it's cold as hell even inside as they are. jason's jacket is meant to weather gotham winters, not this bullshit. a problem he's already put on his to-do list for later, rather than add it to the list of bullshit he's managing now: like the lack of sleep, his nose he still hasn't fixed, the fucked shoulder, the fucked arm - you'd think he would have learned to stop starting fights after getting the shit beaten out of him the first time, but what fun would that be?
instead, he gets the fun of sitting himself up while some asshole scoots closer to him like he's some feral animal he's stumbled across, mouth twisting into a scowl. )
'm fine. Just need a minute. An' I'm not gonna bite you, jesus.
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I was trying to get a nap in. ( with a roll of his eyes at how cautious the guy seems to be approaching him. yes, it's cold as hell even inside as they are. jason's jacket is meant to weather gotham winters, not this bullshit. a problem he's already put on his to-do list for later, rather than add it to the list of bullshit he's managing now: like the lack of sleep, his nose he still hasn't fixed, the fucked shoulder, the fucked arm - you'd think he would have learned to stop starting fights after getting the shit beaten out of him the first time, but what fun would that be?
instead, he gets the fun of sitting himself up while some asshole scoots closer to him like he's some feral animal he's stumbled across, mouth twisting into a scowl. )
'm fine. Just need a minute. An' I'm not gonna bite you, jesus.