( one hand comes out of his pocket, reaches for the mask that fits over his nose and mouth to strap it on under his domino mask. and jason settles into something - a lot closer to his red hood persona over the lax way he generally acts around accelerator: his voice gets a little deeper, a little closer to a growl. shoulders straighten, and the gait he walks with shifts, too: more of an arrogant saunter, footsteps intentionally loud enough to be heard whereas jason's usual gait is silent. )
No killing blows. ( head tilting in towards accelerator. ) I know you don't need 'em.
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No killing blows. ( head tilting in towards accelerator. ) I know you don't need 'em.