bakerstreet | picture prompt meme!

[It's 10 in the evening, Jason has nothing better to do tonight, and he really, really doesn't wanna think about what he got on his final yesterday. So what better way to distract himself than to hang out with Anna? He doesn't care if she has a curfew - what her sister doesn't know won't kill her. What he cares about is taking her out to have some fun for once, live a little. All the tutoring she does for him can't possibly be good for her soul.]

Christ, there's gotta be at least one good rock lying around here somewhere...

[He's rummaging through the dirt in front of Anna's house. It takes him a minute, but he finds a perfectly aerodynamic pebble to annoy her with. So he throws it at her window - hard enough to get up there, soft enough to leave nothing more than a scratch.]

Yo! Anna-banana!

[Jason knows it's pronounced Anna with a long A. But mispronouncing it is the goal here.]

[ Curfew indeed. Things are strict in this house, and with good reason, Anna supposes. She's already in pajamas, already got her hair out of those two neat braids that make her look like, for all intents and purposes, some innocent schoolgirl. And hey, given the fact that she's got a heart of gold and does her darned best at tutoring this deadbeat, maybe she is.

That doesn't stop her from groaning at the hit of the rock against her window, curled up and bundled in thick quilts and blankets to keep her snug and warm. And the call of her name, mispronounced like that, she can only feel irritation.

Thankfully her hair isn't too frizzy yet as she grumbles, rolling out of her bed-- that can only be one person. Jason. Okay, she'd be lying if she said she didn't like him at all. But he got on her nerves so easily.

So soon she'd be sliding her window open, peering out with squinting eyes and an irritated expression. ]

It's Auh-na!

[ But then, she tucks errant strands of coppery hair behind her ear. ] --Do you know what time it is?

Yes, Auh-na, I do!

[Without even thinking, Jason grabs another rock and throws it at the window again. Without even thinking is key here, because he fails to realize that the window is already open - Anna is directly in the line of fire.]

Oh, shit.

[It's too late to take back the rock that hits her square in the face.]

[ Aaaaand that's a rock that's decking her in the face. It collides with her forehead, and she grunts at the sharp contact. Thankfully it wasn't a window-breaking type of stone, but it was still going to leave an angry red mark.

And speaking of angry... ]

Jason!! What the hell?!

[ she swore-- which was rare enough, but it seemed he brought that kind of language out of her more often than not. Which was a bit of a feat, really. ]

Well, now I'm awake. Geez! [ He'd probably hear her, given her voice was up, and she grumbled before calling out-- ]

What did you want, anyway?

[That knot in the pit of his stomach is guilt, extreme and terrible guilt. Like hell is he going to look as regretful as he feels, though.]

Hey, don't hate. You know I'm the best alarm clock in the market!

[Barring the rock-throwing, getting her to swear is the funniest thing. Seriously.]

Well, I'll tell you what I want. What I really, really want.

[As he speaks, he parkours his way up to the roof and stands next to her window. He's not gonna brag about his skills, at least.]

I want to take you with me on a night out. Get some fresh air, y'know.

[He leans with his elbow on the windowsill, grinning.]

Maybe live for once, you little shut-in.

[ She certainly doesn't see that guilt, so he's doing a good job. Also, her forehead is throbbing, and she's wearing a most ruffled expression as he comes out with that song reference... but the parkour is admittedly a little awe-inspiring. She does her best to mask that wide-eyed look, though, huffing and rubbing at her forehead with her fingers. ]

For once? I live plenty, thanks a lot. [ she retorted, flustered by that. Little shut-in. Mostly because it was true- with curfew and tutoring and school and everything else, she was pretty boxed in with no wiggle room... ] Years and years of it. Y'know, because I'm here right now. Alive.

[ She's already taken a step back, but she's taking another one. Plus, it's embarrassing for him to see her like this-- in her silly pajamas and loose hair. ]

And hopefully, you're here to stay.

[Jason grins smugly at his self-perceived smoothness. He couldn't care less that she's wearing pajamas, though. But if they're going out, jammies are certainly not recommended. Arendelle gets very chilly.]

You coming or not? I had to walk two very long blocks to get here, y'know.

[His commitment to his own sarcasm makes him forget about the band-aids on his face. Just two, but certainly enough to be a cause for concern.]

[ So smooth. Although she's doing her best to be upset at him, that has her cheeks heating up, red kind of like that mark on her forehead, actually. ]

... yeah, fine. I'm not leaving like this, though. [ That's a general motion to all of herself. So, uh, her changing clothes is on the menu.

But another quick once-over of Jason has her gaze drawing to those band-aids. Sure, they're just band-aids, but Anna finds herself immediately concerned-- ] --Wait, are you hurt?

[Jason feels his band-aids with light fingertips, admittedly a tad embarrassed. He even looks away momentarily.]

I-it's nothing. Shut up.

[He got in a fight this afternoon. It was right after he attended Saturday morning detention - some punk though it would be funny to pull the hood of his favorite sweater over his head. That guy continues to regret it even now, missing several teeth and bruised in more places than can be described to sensitive children.]

[ His dismissal has the opposite effect. Anna doesn't hesitate to step closer to the window again, peering closer at the offending band-aids. ]

It's totally something. Come inside. [ Her tone is softer now, more coaxing than anything. She wants to see what's hiding under there and whether she can disinfect it. ] Can I take a look?

...Fine.

[He's not afraid to sound as exasperated as he feels about her concern.]

It really is nothing, though.

[Careful not to step on any stuffed animals, Jason takes a seat on the edge of her bed. The one chair he could have sat on has a stack of books on it, anyway. They actually happen to be the ones Anna tutors him with.]

[ Well, at least he's giving in. Anna lets Jason move past her in his beeline for her bed, following him to stand in front of his seated figure. She moves with a lot more ease through her room, knowing practically where everything was, including her pile of clothes from the day. Woops. She'd awkwardly try to kick all those under the bed, considering the bra and panties in the pile. ]

Just making sure.

[ But now she's settled in front of him. So Anna leans in a little, fingers of one hand delicately cupping his jaw as the other moves to one of two band-aids. She'll peel it carefully, slowly, keeping close to the skin the entire time-- what was under there?

Her face was awfully close, wasn't it? Not really in kissing range, but still. Her overwhelming concern was adorable- from the ginger careful touches of her hands to how concentrated her expression looked. ]

[When she cups his jaw like that, Jason can't even look at her. Honestly, the attention is very flustering. He even crosses his arms, not comfortable in the least.]

This isn't really helping, y'know. You should just... get dressed already.

[Maybe if Jason isn't so flustered he'd consider how adorable Anna's being. But when she gets to his second band-aid, he can't help but feel a minor sting. That kid he beat up brought a brass knuckle to the fight, and the wound Anna discovers is what Jason's got to show for it.]

Shit-- seriously, Anna?

[Clearly a band-aid's not enough for it, but who would expect Jason to successfully take care of himself?]

[ Comfortable or not, this is important to her. After all, with how much he can get roughed up sometimes, she'd really not want anything to get infected. Those grubby band-aids weren't gonna protect him forever.

But the swear, coupled with the deeper wound, has Anna's brow knitting in worry. Yeah, it was a wonder the band-aid even covered that thing in the first place. ]

--The heck happened here? [ she'll ask, softer as she drops the grubby band-aids beside him on the bed. She'll throw them out after, but for now- she needs to grab something to disinfect that with. ] Come on, follow me.

[ She's totally bringing him to the small bathroom that's connected to her room. It's also connected to the hallway, though, so they'll have to be careful. Point is, she can totally lock the door anyway, but. ]

And be quiet, okay? If Elsa finds you here, we're both in deep trouble.

Or just you. I hear so much as a peep outta her, and I'm gone with the wind.

[Now he's self-conscious in front of her because his wounds are showing. When Anna gets like this, it's basically a conga line of embarrassment.]

Do you really wanna see me like this? These scratches are really cramping my style.

[At least now the sarcasm switch is back on.] I'm practically hideous.

[Then again, he's saying these things to quell out any real sentiment. That shit's for wimps, and Jason can't afford to look like one. Not in front of Anna.]

[ She's leading him to the bathroom, now, and she heads straight for the cupboard. ]

You're not hideous. Oh, come on. [ There's a slight laugh there, though, quieter because well- she didn't want to get caught. Jason really had a knack for that, too. Swearing and laughing-- yeah, it was safe to say he made impulses too easy to follow.

But impulses aside, she's pulling out a bottle of disinfectant and a swab, intending on getting to that deeper wound first.]

[Her leading him around. It would be quite the opposite if he just took her out already, but she's just so-- so insistent.]

Fine. But for my own dignity, I might need a red hood to hide my ugly face.

[Just like the one on the hoodie he's wearing under his leather jacket.]

Please tell me a minute is all this is gonna take.

[It hasn't been long and he's already impatient. Typical Jason.]

You're being so-- dramatic.

[ When it comes to caring about people, she's practically Queen. So, of course, Anna comes in close again. He's taller than her, but she can easily reach up, albeit a little awkwardly, after pouring some disinfectant on the swab.

And gently, the swab touches the open cut, and Anna allows herself a little shit-eating grin. After all, if he's going to make fun of her, she has her own rights. ]

Like a girl with a zit, actually.

[ she comments, airily as she slowly starts dabbing at the wound. ]

You're a girl with a zit.

[Wow, Jason. Nice comeback. Now he's wearing a shit-eating grin, although the insult was more of a gut reaction to the swab making contact.]

[ ... Give her a second. She won't stop dabbing at him, but she freezes for a moment. ]

W-What? ... [ That's a horrified look. ] Where?!

Right there.

[He points in the general direction of her face. If she stops to look, distracted, he flicks her nose and laughs.]

Ha! Gotcha!

[ Yep, she's distracted. She's pretty gullible. In fact, she's trying to peer over to the mirror when he flicks her nose.

On instinct, her freckled face flares up, cheeks bright red as she realizes it was a joke. ]

Oh c-come on! That wasn't funny. [ Except it totally was, considering she had just made fun of him for acting the exact same way. As 'punishment', if you will, she'd move right back in to keep disinfecting, her touch not as feathery and gentle. ] -- I mean, I already look silly enough. Not time to add a zit to the mix, you know?

Edited 2014-06-10 14:13 (UTC)

Oh, I think there's always time.

[Jason shoves his hands in his pockets, but he still looks pretty confident in continuing to grin at Anna's misery. Even her less gentle approach to tending his wounds can't wipe the smirk off his face. What a jerk.]

The face you made though, Anna. Friggin' priceless.

[ Jerk indeed. Once she's done dabbing thoroughly, she'll throw the swab aside before rummaging for a patch, a larger square band-aid and peeling off the extra bit. ]

Shut up, [ she mumbles, thoroughly flustered. She doesn't know how she stands him, sometimes.

Although maybe that says something about them. Before he knows it, he'll have that bigger patch on his face, covering up the newly disinfected wound. ]

-- You're such a jerk. Seriously. [ But she's not kicking him out, instead moving to pour more disinfectant on another swab, coming back for the smaller cut this time. ]

/tumbles on

/tumbles OFF

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