[ considering the company they keep, him and dick have a large capacity for belief in weird shit. 'magical abilities' just helps sizhui fit right in. wrong place in the multiverse and history, with a cherry on top. go big or go home.
all the time he's spent sneaking glances after dick, jason doesn't have a problem recognizing the way sizhui looks at dick. he isn't blaming anyone for staring at dick, least of all when he's been looking himself. he can't help having goddamn eyes. the palpable tension, though, that part is interesting. it's never been like that with him and dick, so he can't help wondering what kind of chats these two have been having on the phone. and why he wasn't invited.
dumb question, he knows.
jason knows he never had a chance with dick, so he's perfectly chill with watching what goes down over the brim of sizhui's glass. he'll take what he can get.
'sparring,' right. he does his best not to snort at the excuse, easier to do when dick offers up what must have been a nasty looking wound before, like someone tried to carve him up.] He's got a couple real volatile friends, you know. [jason adds when sizhui starts to question it; who the fuck wouldn't when it looks like someone went after dick to kill him?
more importantly, jason watches with rapt attention as sizhui does his thing, totally not sexual. the glowing is a good sign he's working, jason knows firsthand. he cocks a brow.] Feeling the magic yet?
[a lot less terrifying than the shit rachel does, but sizhui's damn near sainthood. rachel'd probably start burning if she was in the same room as sizhui, probably burst into flames if she stepped into a damn church.]
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all the time he's spent sneaking glances after dick, jason doesn't have a problem recognizing the way sizhui looks at dick. he isn't blaming anyone for staring at dick, least of all when he's been looking himself. he can't help having goddamn eyes. the palpable tension, though, that part is interesting. it's never been like that with him and dick, so he can't help wondering what kind of chats these two have been having on the phone. and why he wasn't invited.
dumb question, he knows.
jason knows he never had a chance with dick, so he's perfectly chill with watching what goes down over the brim of sizhui's glass. he'll take what he can get.
'sparring,' right. he does his best not to snort at the excuse, easier to do when dick offers up what must have been a nasty looking wound before, like someone tried to carve him up.] He's got a couple real volatile friends, you know. [jason adds when sizhui starts to question it; who the fuck wouldn't when it looks like someone went after dick to kill him?
more importantly, jason watches with rapt attention as sizhui does his thing, totally not sexual. the glowing is a good sign he's working, jason knows firsthand. he cocks a brow.] Feeling the magic yet?
[a lot less terrifying than the shit rachel does, but sizhui's damn near sainthood. rachel'd probably start burning if she was in the same room as sizhui, probably burst into flames if she stepped into a damn church.]