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Jason blinked, looking at the back of Steven's head. His hand had still been wandering over what looked like a scar left from fire when the other had covered his back. His brows lowered, frowning behind his mask. "Stop calling me that... I'm older than you."

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Send me “&” for my muse’s reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

"You are touching me." It was the burn on his back, covered by his dragon tattoo; he cringed away from the masked man a bit, shoving his shirt back down. “Stop it, short bus.”

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I’m having an old friend for dinner

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The Shining (1980)

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Jason tilted his head, looking at the man from a small distance away behind the treeline. From what he could see of the other, he brought a certain familiarity with him. Whoever he was, he had crossed into Jason’s territory. Even if it was only by a fraction, the man was trespassing. He had seen him with a few other men, no more than five. Although, Jason hadn’t seen the others in quite some time. Probably still at the cabins. Something about the man reminded him of someone… But he just couldn’t see his face. No matter, he needed to be punished for pushing his boundaries. Jason began to slowly creep towards him. But there was something about him. Something Jason couldn’t figure out from just seeing him from far away or the back. Something about the stalky stature, the presence he seemed to carry with him. It was just all too familiar. Snap! Jason’s head whipped down to look at his foot. A stick. He had stepped on a stick. Of all the careless things he could have done to alert pray of his presence, he had done one of the dumbest out of all of them. He looked back up, stopped dead in his tracks, hoping the stranger hadn’t heard it. Although, Jason doubted it, the whole lakeside was almost completely silent.

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why do people have replies disabled…who do you think you are…I have things to say 

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A huff harshly left his throat, glaring at the floor.

God damn it, he shouldn’t have to be taking this from a kid. Certainly not from Michael’s kid. “… Yes.”

“Uh,” Jason blinked at the boy, something in his mind beginning to tick.

“It means…” His hand went to pinch the corner of his pants pocket. “It means your dad… forgot I… got a new job.”

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