‘You know damn well that this stuff is impenetrable.’
He scowls at the brushing, slapping his double’s hands away with his own. He’s hit a new level of protectiveness for his hair; not even letting himself touch it.
So you want to play hard, huh? Jason pushed at the shoulders of his double, forcing him down with all his strength until the familiar face was in the dirt.
” Youridea consists of standing around all day with our thumbs up our asses and hope everything turns out well! “
Idly he wondered if shooting his other in the head would effectively kill him too. It was a theory best left untested, but God was it tempting.
He landed with a hiss of air, effectively winded for a moment. There was no way he was going to let himself push him around like that, though, to be fair, it was his own damn fault for initiating the brawl.
‘It was better than your fucking idea! Which, may I remind you, was nothing. You just agreed. Would you prefer we just go in, guns a-blazing right now?’
Jason pushed himself up from the ground into a crouch, glaring daggers at his double. The man suggested they just do that as to make sure they didn’t end up killing each other.
It’s not really surprising that the other him lunges. He’d been mere seconds away from doing it himself. It turns out his mom had been right, his biggest enemy was indeed himself. What horrible irony that was.
” Fuck you, buddy. This was your dumb fucking idea to begin with. “
He wanted to ground his face in the grass.
He actually tackles himself down into the long grass, sitting on him with his entire body weight. That’ll teach him to fuck with … him. Shit. He really did have problems.
‘Youwere the asshole who wanted to go take down a privateer outpost, fucknuts. I just recommended a way for us to not get killed.’
God, he really fucking hated Jason. Himself. Fuck.
