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[dudebro]

WHO: jason + vaas
WHERE: eventually the food court
WHEN: fwd dated to feb 21
WHAT: some fucked up shit ( event )
WARNINGS: detached body parts, accidental cannibalism, general disgustingness and vaas comes as a blanket warning


[ Jason could claim that he lives a life of no regrets, but he definitely has some floating around in the back of his mind. It's things he doesn't take the time to really think about because they just bring up bad memories and his own personal failures. Definitely doesn't like to focus on that because he'd rather be a general Awesome Guy.

But, right now, he's actively thinking about how much he fucking regrets agreeing to some sort of training routine with Vaas. All because he had to ask about shit. And now this. He's tired as fuck and the last thing he wants to do while running on only a few hours of sleep ( because who the fuck can really sleep right now ) is deal with Vaas and his annoyingly chipper attitude.

And isn't that just something?? Vaas being the chipper one.

He's not really excited as he drags himself out of bed, his hair a giant mess and he doesn't even bother changing out of the dark cotton pants or shirt he slept in, and heads down to the food court to get some breakfast. Because eating breakfast is important or some other bullshit Vaas is spouting. Jason isn't so sure, he's not really listening to him as he shuffles along beside him rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. ]

Dude. Do you, like, ever sleep or are you always just running at eleven??

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[shabby]

[ The thing about living on an island in the middle of nowhere with unreliable electricity and only a passing nod to "civilization" is that Vaas isn't a pussy bitch. The constant fluctuations of the lights and the various other problems plaguing the ship right now are occasionally a nuisance but not the big fucking hardship people are making it out to be. That's why Vaas doesn't cut Jason some slack. He's the motherfucking Warrior. The loss of gravity shouldn't stop him.

Vaas is wide awake for breakfast. He's dressed—in his real clothes, not the shit the crew gave him—and his hair's at spiky as ever. The look he gives Jason's slovenly appearance when he finally shows is critical bordering on disappointed. ]

Jason, you are a disgrace. [ Clicking his tongue in disapproval, he saunters along beside him like he has all the energy in the galaxy. ] You're not in fucking California anymore. [ He jabs a finger at the tatau. ] The jungle never sleeps, cocksucker.

[ As the buffet comes into view, Vaas gestures toward it as if he's single-handedly responsible for its existence. He's not. At all. ]

Now get some coffee and protein, yeah? We're going to burn a lot of calories today. [ He points at Jason, lifting his eyebrows in a gleeful warning. ] You pass out, I'm pissing on your face.

[dudebro]

[ Well, to be fair, the whole no gravity thing sucks ass. Way more than the lights and other shit. Also oxygen is nice to fucking have around. After surviving Rook, he doesn't want to just combust in space because he's trapped here and the oxygen runs out. That shit wouldn't be fair.

He makes a face at everything Vaas says. It's an ugly face. An unattractive face. But, he doesn't care. He's tired and fucking famished. And he kind of just wants to slap Vaas in the face. Jackass.

At least on the plus side, Vaas didn't call him a bitch. That's some sort of step up, he thinks.

Jason rolls his eyes as he heads toward the buffet. It all smells so fucking good and his stomach rumbles at the idea of eating everything put out here. ]

You're so fucking disgusting. Piss on me and I'll fucking cut your dick off, asswipe.

[ And, it's a threat he means, even if he sounds like he literally just woke up so there's no bite to it what-so-ever. Then, he promptly ignores Vaas while he piles up food on his plate or in a bowl: eggs, sausage, an assortment of fruit, oatmeal, a bagel and a glass of orange juice. Finishing before Vaas, he snags them a table that's close enough to the buffet for seconds—because he knows he's going back already—but off to the side that they won't be in the way. He sits down and shoves a huge forkful of eggs into his mouth and gestures at Vaas, his voice rising high enough to be heard. ]

Yo! Grab me a coffee, dude, I forgot it.

[shabby]

[ There's a lot Vaas could say about that threat. That Jason's welcome to try. That he still doesn't fucking understand how things work for the two of them. That he hasn't heard something that funny since word of Buck biting it reaches the camp. But it's early morning and Jason's a whiny bitch who's too busy trying to recreate his soft, pointless life in fucking California to get with the fucking program.

Vaas gets it. He'll work him extra hard in training today to help him get the fucking point.

When he reaches the buffet, he grabs a plate and starts piling it high with sausage and eggs. There's fruit too, he sees, and goes back for a bowl. He's filling up a glass of juice for himself, idly munching on a gamey sausage link he absently snagged from his plate, when Jason calls out his request. ]

What am I, your fucking servant?

[  It's lacking the usual bite. After a  few seconds of thoughtful chewing, Vaas spits a bone out onto the plate and goes to get it. With the plate and bowl in one hand and the drinks in the other, he heads back to the table, sets the shit down, and pushes the mug over to Jason. ]

Careful with the sausage, Jason. [ Taking a seat, he picks up another link, not looking at it, and starts nibbling around the bone. ] It's still got the bones. Must be some kind of sci-fi shit, no?

[dudebro]

[ He doesn't need to get with any program. If Vaas pisses on him, there's going to be fucking trouble. That he can pretty much guarantee. There's a lot of things Jason is into in this life and that is definitely not one of them and he will one hundred percent have a huge issue with it. It's a matter of principle.

Jason's busy eating, though, and unaware of the trouble that might await him sooner rather than later. He's picking at some rubbery scrambled eggs and grinning madly at Vaas. ]

Yeah, maybe I'll treat you like the bitch now.

[ If Vaas hears him, he doesn't care. He's pretty sure it won't cause some obscene fight in the middle of the morning ( ?! ) here. When the coffee reaches him, he does murmur a low thanks before he brings it up to his mouth to take a drink. He gets a mouthful in and mostly down by the time Vaas' words actually sink in. Then he slowly sets the mug down on the table and clears his throat, looking at Vaas like he's got seven heads. ]

Dude, no. Sausage doesn't have bones in it. What the fuck are you talking about?

[shabby]

[ Oh, he hears it. That's the kind of comment he'd hear a kilometer away in a large, noisy crowd. He mutters Under his breath, in a low, rolling kind of growl, he mutters; ]

I would like to see you try, Snow White.

[ But he doesn't pick a fight because it isn't worth it. Not yet. Some day, maybe. Definitely. But right now, there's breakfast and he isn't feeling inclined to waste the food.

Jason might be staring at him in bewilderment, but Vaas stares right back the same way. Has he gone unexpectedly deaf? Dumb? Vaas can buy dumb—Jason hasn't left California behind yet. ]

The sausages, Jason. Are you deaf now? Are you not comprehending what I'm saying suddenly? [ He tosses his half-eaten sausage across the table to him. ] See? Fucking alien sausages have bones.

[dudebro]

[ Jason might be dumb sometimes, but in this he knows he's not the one in the wrong. Not this time. Not with this. Sure, sausage has those gross little gristle things sometimes, but bones??? That's a big negative.

The sausage in question lands on his plate with a dull sound, bedding itself on top of his eggs and he stares at it in the low light. And, well, yeah. There's a bone there. ]

Um.

[ Wait. Jason nudges it with his fork and leans down to get a closer look. The lighting isn't so great in here and it's kind of annoying because something isn't right. Reaching over, he pulls the candle on the table closer and after a few moments of quiet inspection, Jason lurches back with a soft oh fuck before his fork clatters against the plate. ]

Fuck, Vaas. That is not fucking sausage. It's a goddamn finger!

[ He doesn't know if he should be horrified, terrified, grossed out or some other emotion he can't figure out. ]

[shabby]

[ That's not at all the sort of reaction Vaas expects to get from a sausage. Not even some weird as fuck alien thing that has bones in it. Jason looks... startled? Scared maybe? Alarmed?

Vaas' eyes narrow, the question forming on his tongue as he starts to lean forward. Jason beats him to it by announcing what the problem is. ]

A finger? [ Confused, he leans forward further and plucks the thing up to examine properly. It does look like a finger. Cooked. A little crispy. And there's the bone, visible through the ragged edges in the flesh his teeth made. That sure as fuck explains the bone in the sausage. ] Shit, yeah. It's a fucking finger.

[ Almost automatically, Vaas checks out Jason's hands. All the fingers are there that were there yesterday. ]

S'not mine. S'not yours. Whose is it?

[dudebro]

[ There's a lot of things Jason discovered about himself on Rook. He can survive a shark attack, he can shoot all kinds of cool guns, he can blow up cars with people in them and not feel much remorse at all, he can kill guys without feeling remorse either. But, turns out cannabalism is what grosses him out. And he doesn't really care if Vaas calls him a pussy bitch for it, either. ( He knows it's coming. )

Jason shoves his plate away, looking a little green around the gills. Maybe he shouldn't, he eats animals and humans are fleshy....

But, fuck, if this doesn't make his stomach turn.  ]

Oh god...

[ Then he starts laughing. It's soft and almost confused, which is pretty much accurate to what he's feeling right now. ]

Fuck me. You fucking ate a person.

[ He squints at Vaas, abruptly ceasing any noise. ]

Wait. [ No. ] That's not your first time. Is it?

[shabby]

[ That's it, Vaas thinks. Jason has finally lost his fucking mind. Because he's see-sawing between disgust, horror, and amusement so fast that it kind of seems like maybe he's become a little unhinged.

Except then he stops. And asks the stupidest fucking question. Vaas leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. ]

What do you think I am, Jason? A cannibal? Some kind of jungle savage? [ His tone is sarcastic and mocking. ] Been watching too many fucking movies? Listening to the fucking Rakyat, maybe?

[ Then he shrugs, his tone lightening. ]

My guys cooked a guy once. I gave the meat to his friend for dinner. That's all.

[dudebro]

[ Maybe he finally has lost his mind. At this point, Jason thinks it wouldn't be a very long trip if he does. He's sitting here of his own violation, being damn near friendly with Vaas. And that's concerning.

Isn't it?

He blinks almost owlishly at Vaas and his stomach churns just a little bit. He doesn't know if he can believe that Vaas hasn't eaten human flesh before. He's taking this too easily!! But, Vaas hasn't been known to lie, so.

So. ]

Uh, dude. Seriously, you are basically a jungle savage. Like, almost, anyway. [ The Rakyat are more savages, he thinks, because Vaas does have different amenities spared around Rook. Why is this conversation happening??? ] I mean.

[ He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. ]

You're really chill for what's happening right now. You literally just ate some dude's fingers.

[shabby]

[ Vaas lives in the jungle and he is savage, he knows this, but the only jungle savages he's aware of are the Rakyat. And he is not Rakyat. Maybe he was once, but he's not anymore and just the insinuation that he still is causes his eyes to narrow in irritation. ]

Do not insult me, Jason. [ It's a little low, like a warning. They can call each other all sorts of things and Vaas won't bat an eye, but Rakyat is practically unforgivable. ] I am not like them.

[ Like a cloud passing over the sun, his mood brightens as he gestures toward the food. ]

It's meat, no? I ate all kinds of animals on Rook. You have to if you want to be strong. [ He rolls a shoulder. ] It's just meat. That's all. Think of it like that.

[dudebro]

[ It's a reaction Jason notices immediately. Part of him wants to press on it like a wound, pushing and pushing until all the gross shit like puss comes out. There's so much about Vaas he wants to know and hates that he wants to know it. There's so much Vaas knows that Jason wants to learn and he hates that he wants to learn it. His life is a strange struggle right now and Jason is still happily living in some form of denial about everything. They might both be on different orbit paths, but they're going to cross each other in a fantastic collision sooner rather than later.

Still, in all of Vaas' ( albeit sometimes questionable ) knowledge, he doesn't think he can get behind this "just think of it as meat" thing. It's... pretty impossible. Even if logically it shouldn't be. It is just meat ( kind of????? ) but on some level animal meat and human flesh are vastly different things. ]

Hey, man, if that works for you, that's cool. [ He wets his lips and frowns a little bit. ] Just don't think that's gonna work for me. Like, it's a person, you know? Kinda weird.