bakerstreet | picture prompt meme!

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?

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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. ]

[Jerk, eh?] But I'm, like, the nicest guy you know.

[Make that only guy. It's not like he's completely wrong to call Anna a shut-in.]

Don't tell me I have to make it up to you with flowers and chocolate or something.

[ The smaller cut is easier, and soon she's plastering a band-aid there, a fresh one so it's still sanitary.

The mention of chocolate can't help but have her biting her lip, trying not to smile. ]

... I miiiiight consider forgiving you if you buy me a chocolate bar from the convenience store, though! [ He's rubbing off on her. That, and she's cheeky to start-- it just manifests a little less when she's trying to be responsible and tutor him. ] --The flowers are a little much, for you, though.

[ And she taps his cheek lightly with her hand, admiring her handiwork. And maybe his face, a little. Hey, can't blame her. ]

[He nods in agreement, more than comfortable with a little self-deprecation.]

Good thing I was kidding about flowers. I'm not exactly swimming in dough.

[To show it, he pulls his front pockets inside out. Part of him's tempted to get her flowers anyway.]

Luckily, that store's open 24/7. I say we stop by there once we're out and about.

[ Aw. She shrugs a little at his display-- Anna was a little luckier with money, wondering now if she should get him something too. In fact, it'd probably make more sense... ]

That's okay. They'd be kind of a hassle to carry around anyway. [ But the thought is romantic, and it makes her lips curve up, finally.

But yeah-- it's time for her to get ready. Namely, change. ]

... Yeah. Speaking of-- I've-- kinda gotta get dressed. [ She'll head for the bathroom door, moving back into her room, squinting at him. ]

So, uh. Yeah. You stay in there, okay?

No promises.

[Jason just leans back against the wall, arms crossed as he looks up at the ceiling.

There's some lines he won't cross, and that includes peeping. Didn't stop him from joking about it, though.]

You usually take this long? I'm already counting the seconds on my watch.

[ Well, regardless, she's going to have to change. So she heads to her drawers, her closet, starting to put together an outfit. Something cute but easy to walk and maybe climb in... hmm. She'd start to pull out pieces... ]

What, are we in a rush or something?

[ She'll end up in something like this, nodding approvingly at her reflection in the mirror as she slips back into the bathroom to find her hairbrush. ]

... but yeah, where'd you wanna take me again? [ she'll ask, as she does a quick brush, starting to braid it all over again. ]

Well, patience just isn't one of my virtues.

[At least he's honest with himself.]

Cute top, though. [Jason's totally not admiring her as she fixes up her hair.]

We're hitting Arendelle Bridge. Once we climb the hell out of that thing, the whole city will be in view.

...Because it's gonna be awesome, alright? [Not romantic! Definitely anything but that.]

[ Anna flashes him a grin at the compliment, feeling the heat rise up to her cheeks. It's a little flattering to know that he compliment her even if she wasn't really trying. ] Thanks.

[ Although the plan has her peering to him, blue eyes wide. ]

Climbing it? Are people even allowed to? [ She knows better than to ask with Jason, but really, it's a legitimate question.

... But yeah, that does sound kinda romantic. But she's afraid to bring that up, considering, well-- she didn't want to take anything the wrong way. ] -- Sounds kinda dangerous, too.

[ But she doesn't sound too put-off. ]

No, no one is. And of course it's dangerous.

[That mischievous grin on his face should always come as a warning.]

But that's the fun part.

[He takes her hand and leads her to the window.]

I say we exit the way I entered. The less chance there is of your sister waking up, the better.

Don't you mean, crazy?

[ But she always loved crazy.

A warning indeed, but Anna can't help but lace their fingers together as she follows him, not even stumbling once. Biting her lip for a moment, peering out the window, she blurts-- ]

I've totally got this. I think. [ Because um. Yeah, she's adventurous, but she's never tried climbing out of her own window before. With her free hand, she pushes a longer strand from her fringe behind her ear. ] -- Um, who's going first? Or, are we climbing together? How does that even work?

Just... get on my back, why don't cha.

[To him, Anna's practically light as a feather. He'll have no trouble maneuvering to the ground floor from up here while she's on his back.]

If I trip, I'll make sure to break your fall. Promise.

[And most likely end up in the hospital with bills he can't afford. Better than a terminal illness, at least.]

[ She admits she doesn't expect the offer, and she swallows, before nodding enthusiastically-- ]

Okay! But don't hurt yourself. [ And she'll squeeze his hand, once before letting go to move around to his back. ] Promise?

[ As she wraps her arms around his neck, clambering on if he allows her to. ]

Promise.

[Clamber away, Anna, because Jason crawls out of the window and climbs down the surface of her house. Again, he makes it look so easy as his feet finally make it to ground. The soft, grassy ground of her front lawn, that is.]

You seriously weigh, like, nothing to me. I bet I could just pick you up and throw you in the pool next time we're there.

[Notice he's making no effort to get her off of him yet. I-it's not like he enjoys holding her like this or anything.]

[ She's holding onto him tightly the entire time, arms around his neck as her cheek presses against the top of his head, legs wrapped around him as well. Although, when they finally make it to ground, she lifts her head, a little too embarrassed to stick that close.

That comment, though, has her huffing lightly. ] You wouldn't dare.

[ He would. But hey, it's worth the threat.

... she won't be commenting about how he's still holding her, either. In fact, her fingers fiddle with the neck of his hoodie, fidgeting. She kind of wants the moment to last. ]

[Too bad, moment's over. Jason puts her down before his hood isn't the only thing that's red.]

Oh, I would.

[Then he points at the bridge a few miles down. Convenient where her neighborhood is, isn't it?]

But first, I would dare to actually climb up that thing. And the department store's not too far the same way.

[He looks back at her.] You still with me or are you gonna chicken out like last time?

[Because last time he wanted to explore some underground tunnels. Ew.]

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