Given Delite was suddenly trembling and holding on to Jack, muttering something so rapidly and disjointed that Edward was not even sure what language it was in, he felt as if he didn't even have to say anything to that. Definitely a mistake. He looked at Jonathan anyway, right on cue when the whimper started. Of course, Delite would be vocal. "Better don't get turned on by him."
Or at least avoid Jack seeing him get turned on. Edward was curious, honestly, how this would affect Jack. Morbidly curious. "How you doing, Jack?"
Jack said something in Korean and then frowned and looked at Edward, looking more bemused than anything. "I dunno... it tickles."
"... I'm sorry, it tickles?" Jonathan was baffled. And yes, fighting the urge to be turned on quite admirably. He watched Jack instead because Delite was expected, he was normal and he liked that but what the fuck was wrong with Jack? Maybe he was brain damaged. How could he not feel anything. "Do you feel anxious or uneasy? Perhaps paranoid."
"Tingly." Jack idly remarked as he held his bae close. "Kinda bored. When does the high start?"
"The hell." Jonathan looked at Edward, utterly confused. "That stuff is not supposed to give people the tingles."
"Jack is really special," Edward said, because what else could he even say to this? He was not surprised, there was that too. "He always has been, I guess. Lacking a few things and making up for it in spades." Spades of absolute crazy, he'd say. Edward glanced at Delite when he started yelling something at Jack, doing his best to follow along and unfortunately hitting a wall due to limited Korean. Or because Delite wasn't making much sense.
"...I think he's telling him off for fucking a bush?"
"Well, I'd tell him off for that too." Jack stood up suddenly and pinned Delite to a wall, talking to him firmly in Korean, his eyes cold and unyielding. He stood there, looming over the small boy, and Jonathan shivered lightly. There was something off about Jack. It was very odd. He lit up a cigarette, not caring if he could smoke or not. "Fascinating. I'd love to study him."
They were talking again but this time, Jack pulled away and went over to where the drinks were grabbing himself a can of sprite and opening it. He looked at the other two and smiled. "Delite gets anxious sometimes, I talk him down. Cheers! Anyone else want a drink? I got a bunch of diet Dr Peppers no one wants."
"Sure, have fun studying him. It's like getting into the same cage with a shark." Edward watched as Delite stared at Jack with absolute terror in his eyes, only to then simply sink down, clearly subdued, clearly still scared. Seemed about right. Frankly, he'd seen similar from both Delite and Harley without the need for any drugs. "I'll take a Dr Pepper."
Eh, might as well. "Then Jonny is gonna walk me home, y'know. Hitting my bedtime." And he did not want to be around for whatever would happen when Delite inevitably hit that high.
"Here you go. I'll tell you how it all goes. I'll send a vid or something! I hope the high hits soon, I don't feel any different." It was like night and day. There was Delite panicking and full of fear and Jack with zero changes. He just slid along a can of Dr Pepper to Edward and then leaned on the counter. "Glad I didn't pay or I'd want a refund."
"Please send any information to Edward, he can forward it to me. If you truly feel nothing in 15 minutes, you definitely have faulty adrenaline glands." Jonathan informed him as he stood up and walked over to Edward, holding his soda, clearly not wanting to be here for the finale. Shame.
"I'll text you," Edward promised, getting up while Delite was back to muttering to himself, this time clearly apologising over and over. Maybe begging. Maybe ordering a beer? Damn, his Korean was rusty. He took the can from the counter and grabbed Jonathan by the arm, waving at Jack. "See you around!"
That was said cheerfully, right before he walked out of the shop, Jonathan in tow. "He's gonna start fucking him in a minute," Edward told Jonathan, assuming that might make him feel a bit less put out over being walked outside. Well, it stood to reason. They were never that far from fucking and he knew Jack too well to assume he'd not jump at this particular chance. "He's an actual psycho. Always was a bit off, then some blows to the head and the like took care of the rest."
"Even psychopaths react to fear, they just don't realise it. It's reduced and muted but it's there. He didn't react at all. That's not a psycho, that's something wrong in the brain." Which was fascinating because it wasn't like traditional brain damage - maybe a tumour or something. Or maybe it was just the Gotham water after prolonged exposure. Either way, Jack was interesting. "I would assume someone like that had to have head trauma as a child or some form of aggressive brain cancer but I wouldn't know. Apparently he never had brain surgery so..."
If he did, he'd have scars or have mentioned it but no, nothing. "The mouth is weird... what happened?" Was he prone to self harm or was it a violent fight. "I would advise you reduce contact with that guy, he's nuts."
"No idea. He's told me at least ten different stories about it by now. Only thing I'm reasonably certain of is that he evened it out himself. Like, whatever happened, it happened on one side. Then he made sure it stayed symmetrical." Gruesome either way, no matter how the initial cut had been made. "It's pointless, you can't reduce contact with Jack. He's all over the place, in his own ways. And he can smell fear, so..."
Any time he had tried avoiding Jack, it had backfired. These days, he didn't mind their friendship. It seemed to work well enough for them. "You could try asking Delite some time, when Jack's not around. They grew up together, so he'd know. He's annoying, but all right to talk to sometimes. When Jack is not around. Otherwise, it's like being on a minefield. Especially for you, with your dominant energy."
Seemed like a fair warning. "Don't let that little twink get to you. Even if he knows how to be scared well."
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Or at least avoid Jack seeing him get turned on. Edward was curious, honestly, how this would affect Jack. Morbidly curious. "How you doing, Jack?"
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"... I'm sorry, it tickles?" Jonathan was baffled. And yes, fighting the urge to be turned on quite admirably. He watched Jack instead because Delite was expected, he was normal and he liked that but what the fuck was wrong with Jack? Maybe he was brain damaged. How could he not feel anything. "Do you feel anxious or uneasy? Perhaps paranoid."
"Tingly." Jack idly remarked as he held his bae close. "Kinda bored. When does the high start?"
"The hell." Jonathan looked at Edward, utterly confused. "That stuff is not supposed to give people the tingles."
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"...I think he's telling him off for fucking a bush?"
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They were talking again but this time, Jack pulled away and went over to where the drinks were grabbing himself a can of sprite and opening it. He looked at the other two and smiled. "Delite gets anxious sometimes, I talk him down. Cheers! Anyone else want a drink? I got a bunch of diet Dr Peppers no one wants."
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Eh, might as well. "Then Jonny is gonna walk me home, y'know. Hitting my bedtime." And he did not want to be around for whatever would happen when Delite inevitably hit that high.
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"Please send any information to Edward, he can forward it to me. If you truly feel nothing in 15 minutes, you definitely have faulty adrenaline glands." Jonathan informed him as he stood up and walked over to Edward, holding his soda, clearly not wanting to be here for the finale. Shame.
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That was said cheerfully, right before he walked out of the shop, Jonathan in tow. "He's gonna start fucking him in a minute," Edward told Jonathan, assuming that might make him feel a bit less put out over being walked outside. Well, it stood to reason. They were never that far from fucking and he knew Jack too well to assume he'd not jump at this particular chance. "He's an actual psycho. Always was a bit off, then some blows to the head and the like took care of the rest."
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If he did, he'd have scars or have mentioned it but no, nothing. "The mouth is weird... what happened?" Was he prone to self harm or was it a violent fight. "I would advise you reduce contact with that guy, he's nuts."
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Any time he had tried avoiding Jack, it had backfired. These days, he didn't mind their friendship. It seemed to work well enough for them. "You could try asking Delite some time, when Jack's not around. They grew up together, so he'd know. He's annoying, but all right to talk to sometimes. When Jack is not around. Otherwise, it's like being on a minefield. Especially for you, with your dominant energy."
Seemed like a fair warning. "Don't let that little twink get to you. Even if he knows how to be scared well."