explosions on tv ( open )

[reneger]

Who: jason todd reneger & open
What: a catch all
When: september-october
Where: central city, excelsior, nyc, etcetc
Content Warnings: unnecessarily violent and gorey fights


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[torchbearer]

You should still give it a try.

[reneger]

I'm trying right now, aren't I?

( look at him, leaning into kyle, barely even armed in a strange city surrounded by people he doesn't know and not going out to find trouble when he's got plenty of opportunity for it. )

Even slept four hours straight last night without killing anyone.

[torchbearer]

[ kyle pats his shoulder. ]

I'm so proud.

[reneger]

( gross. which is enough of a sign to shove kyle off, so he does. hugs over, it's time for jason to go back to leaning against the wall by himself. )

You should be, 'cause if anyone was gonna get stabbed, it was you.

( kyle was closest. )

[torchbearer]

[ it was fun while it lasted. ]

Yeah, yeah, heard it all before.

[reneger]

's not a threat.

( even if jason does look significantly more amused than he should. )

Sometimes I wake up a little crabby.

( and he sleeps with at least three sharp pointy objects within arm's reach. just in case. )

[torchbearer]

[ dryly. ]

No way. You? You're joking.

[reneger]

It's habit.

( in a way. jason lifts his shoulders, then turns back to walk into the hotel room. )

Never know when you're gonna wake up to someone beating the living hell outta you.

[torchbearer]

And now you made it depressing.

[ but kyle follows him back. ]

[reneger]

Well, y'know--

( he doesn't actually have a follow up for that. it's a dog-eat-dog world, and jason learned young to never let his guard down. )

You hungry?

[torchbearer]

I could eat.

[reneger]

( there's a small in-room kitchenette, which is where jason's heading. )

What do you want?

[torchbearer]

What have we got?

[ kyle's not used to well-stocked . . . anything, to be honest. ]

[reneger]

Eggs, quick oats, enough ingredients for pancakes, potatoes, muffins, a couple bagels from the breakfast bar, cream cheese--

( breakfast. kyle can have breakfast. )

[torchbearer]

So basically, breakfast.

I'll take it.

[reneger]

Omelettes or pancakes?

( while he works on pulling out the basic shit, including the tiny pan for the tiny little stovetop they have in the tiny little kitchen. )

[torchbearer]

[ kyle watches this with a faint smile. ]

Pancakes.

[reneger]

You got it.

( a wave of his hand over his shoulder, before jason starts pulling shit together: butter, flour, baking powder, sugar, salt, milk, eggs--. an easier method would have been to just go with a mix. but he didn't stock the kitchen with bisquick, and jason does just fine without it. )

[torchbearer]

[ kyle pulls up a chair while he watches jason with a smile on his lips. ]

[reneger]

( jason pulls out his phone, reads measurements off an easy to find recipe so he doesn't fuck it up. mixes the batter, melts butter in the pan, uses a measuring cup to scoop batter onto the pan-- )

Don't get used to it.

[torchbearer]

[ kyle chuckles. ]

I don't plan on it.

[reneger]

( jason doesn't spend a significant amount of time cooking. he'd rather go for greasy quick burgers, but he does know how. he takes a spatula to flip the pancake once it's cooked enough on the side it's down on, and leaves it while he goes to grab the syrup out of the fridge along with a plate out of the cupboard. )

Scrambled, or over easy?

[torchbearer]

Over easy, thanks.

[ this is fascinating to watch. ]

[reneger]

( he finishes the pancakes - a good stack of four, for now. there's more mix for later, but jason's putting eggs in the pan before the pancakes start getting cold first. once he's gotten them plated and the stove turned off, jason takes a couple forks out of the drawer, picks up the syrup, and walks the over to where kyle's sitting.

slides the plates and syrup bottle across the table, and moves to take the other chair. )

I should start making more shit. Timmy's just eating takeout and Dick'd live off of cereal if left on his own.

[torchbearer]

Why not? There's nothing stopping you.

[ kyle helps himself to some syrup, digging in. ]