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[Kate laughs, but she does as he asks, putting down her beer and standing up. She twirls with a little flourish, then curtseys.]

Did that help?

[reneger]

Lean muscle, but enough that it's there. ( eyes move down to her hands for a moment, lips pursing. )

Callouses show you've used a bow for a bit. My best friend back home's an archer. Bit bulkier, but he punches the crap out of people too. You have any extra-human abilities before they did creepy experiments on you?

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[She whistles, long and low.]

Impressive, Malone. I've never had any powers, unless you count being a kickass marksman.

[reneger]

I'm guessing you've learned a bit more than just how to shoot a bow.

( with his own raised hand curling into a fist. )

Gotta learn how to think on your feet to survive out there.

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Are you asking if I could kick your ass? I totally could.

[reneger]

Doubt it.

( but it's said playfully, not rough. )

Bet I could even outaim you.

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[She gasps.]

That's the meanest thing anyone's ever said to me. Go ask Hafid how that worked out for him.

[reneger]

Did you kick his ass? I wanna know.

( how much of this ice cream are they going to eat. good bye, abs. ice cream is more important than you. )

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[She flops back down beside him.]

I kicked his ass at marksmanship. Not hand to hand, unfortunately.

[reneger]

You sure he wasn't going easy on you?

( hholding out a hand towards one of her own. let him see. )

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[She gives him a Look, but holds her hand out for him.]

He wasn't going easy on me. He was annoyed I did better than he did.

[reneger]

( his own are rough, covered in callouses, fingers bent unnaturally from several years of fucking them over--the empathy link burns with curiousity, amusement. he's. fairly comfortable with this at least. )

Played with more than just bows, huh. How many years has it been? An' I'll take it back. Kid beats me in everything.

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[Kate laughs at that, tugging at one of his fingers. She's content and calm, but more than that, she's having fun with him.]

He tells me he beats everyone at everything. And how many years for what?

[reneger]

He's not wrong.

( there's pride in that, too. love. emotions jason would never voice but definitely has. )

Since that thing happened that pushed you over the edge. Since you started using a bow to take down baddies.

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[Cute. Kate's clearly pleased at that little rush of emotions.]

About three years. What about you?

[reneger]

'bout eight.

( but he's done with the touching thank you. pulling his hand back!! and grabbing back onto his beer. )

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[Kate lets his hand go without a fight, raising her eyebrows.]

A vet, huh? Have you ever thought of getting, like, a hand massage?

[reneger]

Why would I need one? My hands are fine.

( as good as they're going to get anyway. )

's your turn.

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They're tense.

[But okay, another question. Hm...]

When's your birthday?

[reneger]

August sixteenth.

( lowering the beer bottle down once more to flex his fingers, moving both hands in front of him to stretch out wrists. )

They're not tense. Just worked.

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Perfect. Follow up question: What do you want for your birthday?

[reneger]

( ah, cute. good job, kate. she's slowly worming her way into his heart. )

A nice, leather jacket. Preferably stolen off the back of someone who didn't deserve it.

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You need to get your look back, huh? I'll see what I can do.

[reneger]

I've burned through a shitton of jackets in my day.

( he says, as if he's old as balls. another bite of ice cream, before jason speaks up again. )

But nothing's quite as good as leather.

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Do they even make leather anything anymore? You might have to sacrifice your fashion sense.