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[That doesn't faze him. Griffin gets up and wanders over to the bookshelves, letting Jason be alone for a bit.]

[it is basically all knowledge and technical over there. So.

But Jason isn’t going to move.]

[He's gonna find that meditation and mindfulness book Jason was reading a while back.]

[it is there— actually, it’s not put away. It’s clear he’s read over it a few times.

In the meantime. He is just gonna pass out]

[He flips through it first, skirting through the chapters. Takes his time coming back, and by then, Jason's already passed out.

Mm. Okay, that's fine. Maybe it's better, even.

Griffin takes one of the burgers and shovels it in his mouth as he sits down in the cozy blankets by the fireplace, and starts to read.]

[look, eventually, he’s gonna start tossing and turning fitfully.

This is why he doesn’t usually sleep.]

[Griffin was starting to doze off too, but the sudden rustle of sheets stirs him. He pokes his head up to see Jason, in what must've been... another nightmare?

Concern spurs him up right away, and he goes to Jason's side, shaking him.]

Jason? Hey--!

[for his effort— Jason reaches up to punch him, instinctively, if he’s not careful.

His eyes snap open and he sits up.]

Hey—

[Okay

he wasn't expecting that]

Grhk--!

[There Griffin goes. Knocked to the floor.

To be fair, Jason was owed one of those, probably.]

[he is just. Gonna stare. Like he’s still waking up.]

... you woke me up?

No, I decided t'slam my face into your fist. Of course I woke you up!

[Well he has a split lip and he's trying to stem the bleeding with the back of his hand.]

Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve slammed your face into my hand. Had to check.

[snarking is fine, right]

[Grumble,] Last time I wake you up without a riot shield...

You can pay me back, if you’re that upset.

[he is going to shakily run a hand through his hair.]

[Hmph. Griffin sits up and just-- punches Jason in the shoulder. Not lightly, but not hard enough to really mean it either.]

[he does not even move. He recognizes that was a pulled punch >( weak.

But also

He has got to get himself under control and that’s better than thinking]

Weak.

Asshole. You were cuter when you were sleeping.

[He's still gonna chill out on the floor next to the bed though...]

I punched you while I was sleeping.

[he glances at him]

[Dryly,]

You think you're not pretty when you punch me? I thought you knew me better than that.

[...joking??]

I’m always hot. It’s why I do so well in kissing games.

[are... they joking?]

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[RAISES BROWS TAUNTINGLY]

Oh? Then how's it that I won mistletoe and you didn't?

[are... they...?]

So you’re saying you want me to go out a kiss a lot of people to win.

[Smirks, amused. Doesn't actually think Jason would bother, just for the Points (or the bragging rights), but they're just shittalking now.]

So you think quantity beats quality?

In these games? Yeah. It’s always a numbers game. There are more slots for quantity vs. quality.

[he knows that much. He went for quality— lost. But when he went for quantity... it was a different story.]

Smarty-pants.

[Griffin snorts - still looking on him fondly though, and still amused. Content enough to just ease back into superficial banter.]

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