[it's the eighth wonder of the world that he's still goddamn alive, it another miracle he didn't lose his phone in all the time he was god knows where passed the fuck out. another, someone nice found him and brought him home. never would have seen that one coming. luck is usually his nemesis, out to fuck him at every turn.
and here's this one valuable thing that will save his ass. as long as he's got a damn charge on it, anyway. so, yeah, jason smirks like he's won the goddamn war with this one little discovery. (and if he knew the full situation, knew just how fucked he was, he'd damn well hug sizhui for finding his ass and hug him again for saving his phone.)
as is, he's still smirking, super pleased with the way sizhui makes a delighted noise as he figures out how the phone works by copying jason. in a second, he's typing a message back with stars in his eyes over it. he types back a quick answer:] Just a translation app, dude. [It's not that amazing; he thinks without a single clue. He lets Sizhui read before he's typing more.] Thanks for helping, the light trick was pretty cool. [He makes a vague motion to his ribs, were all Sizhui had healed all that shit up like it was nothing.]
[even more of a miracle: the fact the phone didn't end up getting smashed to bits after jason crash-landed here outside guangling. tomorrow, after jason has gotten a chance to rest and sizhui's had a moment to himself to consider their options, they'll likely be headed back toward gusu, regardless of possible consequences.
he hasn't got a single idea how the phone works or what's keeping it going, but so far, it seems like it'll be an extremely useful tool for communicating right now. but gosh, who allowed jason to have such a distracting smile? he can't help outright grinning in return, also pleased that whatever he'd salvaged had been the proper thing to do. (if jason were to hug him, he'd be utterly surprised and a bit taken aback, but he wouldn't mind it, per se.)
for sizhui, this is the most technologically advanced thing he's ever seen in his life, given their current location. a translation app? what's an app? but that's not what he says.]Seems like it'll be a useful tool for us.[eventually, jason will learn that he's quite far from his home. he reads the message, lifts a hand and covers the sheepish laugh he lets out.]The healing, you mean? You're welcome, of course, and if you're still uncomfortable,[his hand moves off the screen, fingers wiggling with emphasis then he continues,]I can finish healing your injuries.
[one day, he'll explain it. for now, he doesn't get the full extent of his situation. he doesn't get he's in ancient china; thinks it's some place that vibes like this, makes money off it's olden looks. sizhui and his dated fashion are sure giving that feel. and while he's all sorts privy to the weird and otherworldly because of the bat, parallel universes and time travel and all kinds of weird shit, he isn't expecting it.
he's expecting san fransico.
sizhui's smiles are something jason's can't help but crack a smile back at, particularly when it feels like they've overcome something together. sizhui's wiggling fingers excitedly typing through a laugh -- are a real distraction. he's quick to type back;] No way you can fix my arm any better? [jason asks, but he already knows better. he knows sizhui must have already fixed him up some. his right arm is staying tucked to his chest, craddled close and babied.] Your name is Sizhui, right?
[to be fair in jason's case, that could very well have been possible... but it's unfortunate, he's actually dropped right into a whole different timeline. how? who the hell honestly knows at this point? sizhui wouldn't be able to explain it either, so they're both at a loss there. at least once they realize, it won't be difficult to figure out jason has been time displaced.
and it definitely wasn't in san francisco, much to jason's dismay.
a gesture which has his own smile widening somewhat, his eyes darting from jason's to where he's looking at his fingers. he almost asks, but jason is faster than he is and with a soft disappointed sigh, he answers:]Unfortunately, I've done everything I can for it. Rather than take almost a month to heal, however, it should only be about two weeks.[still quite a long time when you're stuck somewhere you have no bearings. he nods in response first, expression softened.]Yes, that's right! And yours is Jason?
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and here's this one valuable thing that will save his ass. as long as he's got a damn charge on it, anyway. so, yeah, jason smirks like he's won the goddamn war with this one little discovery. (and if he knew the full situation, knew just how fucked he was, he'd damn well hug sizhui for finding his ass and hug him again for saving his phone.)
as is, he's still smirking, super pleased with the way sizhui makes a delighted noise as he figures out how the phone works by copying jason. in a second, he's typing a message back with stars in his eyes over it. he types back a quick answer:] Just a translation app, dude. [It's not that amazing; he thinks without a single clue. He lets Sizhui read before he's typing more.] Thanks for helping, the light trick was pretty cool. [He makes a vague motion to his ribs, were all Sizhui had healed all that shit up like it was nothing.]
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he hasn't got a single idea how the phone works or what's keeping it going, but so far, it seems like it'll be an extremely useful tool for communicating right now. but gosh, who allowed jason to have such a distracting smile? he can't help outright grinning in return, also pleased that whatever he'd salvaged had been the proper thing to do. (if jason were to hug him, he'd be utterly surprised and a bit taken aback, but he wouldn't mind it, per se.)
for sizhui, this is the most technologically advanced thing he's ever seen in his life, given their current location. a translation app? what's an app? but that's not what he says.] Seems like it'll be a useful tool for us. [eventually, jason will learn that he's quite far from his home. he reads the message, lifts a hand and covers the sheepish laugh he lets out.] The healing, you mean? You're welcome, of course, and if you're still uncomfortable, [his hand moves off the screen, fingers wiggling with emphasis then he continues,] I can finish healing your injuries.
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he's expecting san fransico.
sizhui's smiles are something jason's can't help but crack a smile back at, particularly when it feels like they've overcome something together. sizhui's wiggling fingers excitedly typing through a laugh -- are a real distraction. he's quick to type back;] No way you can fix my arm any better? [jason asks, but he already knows better. he knows sizhui must have already fixed him up some. his right arm is staying tucked to his chest, craddled close and babied.] Your name is Sizhui, right?
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and it definitely wasn't in san francisco, much to jason's dismay.
a gesture which has his own smile widening somewhat, his eyes darting from jason's to where he's looking at his fingers. he almost asks, but jason is faster than he is and with a soft disappointed sigh, he answers:] Unfortunately, I've done everything I can for it. Rather than take almost a month to heal, however, it should only be about two weeks. [still quite a long time when you're stuck somewhere you have no bearings. he nods in response first, expression softened.] Yes, that's right! And yours is Jason?