[ see, jason doesn't believe in luck; finding kori here seems like it'd be beginner's luck, even. it was a fleeting thought during the exchange of messages, something he filed away just in case, but he figured, maybe, he was projecting a little too much — hoping. it leaves a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he stays where he is near the fountain and waits.
what else has he got to do? sure, he could probably mug someone for their clothes, but he's already chimed in his spectacle for the day. but —
the backpack hits the ground and that catches his attention first, brows knitting and now he's really suspicious. if it weren't for the fact there's a very real pair of orange arms circling his middle, he would have made an exception for a second scene. ]
Kori — what. [ which is as articulate as he's going to get for the moment. give the man a weapon and he's just fine. this is a whole different deal, though, and maybe he laughs. just a little. beginner's luck be damned. ] Jesus.
action.
what else has he got to do? sure, he could probably mug someone for their clothes, but he's already chimed in his spectacle for the day. but —
the backpack hits the ground and that catches his attention first, brows knitting and now he's really suspicious. if it weren't for the fact there's a very real pair of orange arms circling his middle, he would have made an exception for a second scene. ]
Kori — what. [ which is as articulate as he's going to get for the moment. give the man a weapon and he's just fine. this is a whole different deal, though, and maybe he laughs. just a little. beginner's luck be damned. ] Jesus.