[very late sunday, even early morning monday]

[missmaladroite]

[Marinette can't sleep. She's gone on a walk to angrily clear her head-- when she sees Jason going back to his room. But that reminds her]

What are you doing out here?

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[missmaladroite]

[This is the fun patrol, Jason!! No coping jokes allowed] I'm serious! Everyone else is turning out to be a serial killer or a psychopath or crazy or stupid enough to fall for these stupid motives! You're one of the only people--- You're one of the only people that's not..... That I can.... Ugh.

[She cuts herself with a huff, folding her arms]

Don't tell me you've got a secret alien-hunting role like Bull. [She's not expecting a real answer in return, but yeah]

[antagonize]

That you can trust. Is that what you were going to say? Because lemme tell you, you might wanna reconsider that opinion.

[And so continues the trend of Jason Todd trying to keep people at a distance, despite already being very invested in their continued survival. Maybe one day he'll stop being so contrary, but not today.]

Fine. Then I won't tell you. [He says, clearly joking, but he does add this after a pause:] ... If it helps you sleep better at night, I will say I was having a nice, friendly chat with someone. No Bull the Alien Slayer shenanigans involved. Scout's honor.

[missmaladroite]

[That she could count on, actually. But close enough. Can she really trust him? Logically, the answer should be no. Anyone could turn out to be a killer, as she's learned time and time again. Even the people she thinks are moral-- who have the same goal.]

[But Jason had helped them with Jack.]

Why? Because you're secretly an alien? I think they've already hit their quota of space village idiot with Rhys.

[Marinette you jerk]

If it's Elizabeth, you don't have to keep a secret, you know. I already saw you two.

[antagonize]

If I were secretly an alien, I wouldn't know about it. So who knows? The parasite inside me could just be bidding its time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to turn you into a ladybug flavored shish kebab.

[If she's going to be a jerk, then he'll be a jerk, as well.]

Heh, maybe it was Elizabeth. I'd tell you the details, but you're a little too young for that. [A beat.] Then again, you did bare it all to your boyfriend earlier.

[Don't talk to him about Elizabeth. It's a mistake.]

[missmaladroite]

[Ah..... the two teenagers devolving into five year old mentalities, perfect]

Don't aliens need at least a partial brain to possess?

[Ugh, no, this is going all wrong!!! She's supposed to get revenge on him, not get teased] Maybe I did. Do you need romance tips?

[antagonize]

Maybe. Maybe not. If you turn out to have an alien stowaway, I think we can call that theory confirmed.

[He's the older sibling??? Marinette was destined to lose no matter what.]

Sure. But I think I'd rather hear riveting tales of your romance, instead. Tell me, when's the wedding?

[missmaladroite]

Trust me, it's not going to happen.

[Jason stop turning this around on her!! Even though she started teasing him, she's suddenly blushing, and shoving at him]

Come on!Stop messing around, I need to talk to you!

one day i, too, will reply to threads in a timely manner

[antagonize]

Who said I'm messing around?

[He's dutifully getting shoved by a 15-year-old, but it's obvious enough he's going along with it instead of losing his footing. He still finds this funny. Sorry.]

Fine. I'm all ears. Tell me, what's up?