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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.

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

Doubt it.

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

Bet I could even outaim you.

[She gasps.]

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

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. )

[She flops back down beside him.]

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

You sure he wasn't going easy on you?

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

[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.

( 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.

[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?

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.

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

About three years. What about you?

'bout eight.

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

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

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

Why would I need one? My hands are fine.

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

's your turn.

They're tense.

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

When's your birthday?

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.

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

( 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.

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

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.

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

I can live with fake leather, if that's what it takes.

( or a really thick coat, hmm. so many choices. )

Probably don't. Not with how low the animal population is.

I'll figure something out. Your turn.

When's yours?

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