[ Asura doesn't want her to calm down. He wants her worked up so that the catharsis of taking it out on some poor musicians is as satisfying as possible. That said, his words are true representations of his philosophy. ]
I despise those tyrants that try to eliminate the feelings society considers inconvenient.
[ Such as fear, but anger too. Lots of her emotions, the ones everyone else tells her to let go or whatever. He thinks she's at her best when they come out. ]
Besides, that guy is not going to make you mad again, so really, it worked itself out before the so-called authorities got involved.
[ Asura only seems to have to make the slightest touch to the wheels and gearstick for the car to respond, like it knows what he wants and wants to give it to him. It's the sort of relationship he wants with her, really- not subservient but intuitively reciprocal. ]
[ She knows it's a bad idea to let him enable and influence her in such a way like this, but really, Jess doesn't have much to cling onto anymore ever since her brief superhero stunt and the aftermath of her hitting rock bottom -- spiraling into a rut of addition and shitty thoughts. She's kinda holding on to what she can now and that happens to be an unhinged demon God. Lucky her. ]
Still. Feels like I should feel kinda bad about it. I should feel bad about it, right? [ A pause. ] Even if he was being the biggest fucking idiotic dickhead around and probably deserved it. He definitely deserved it. Bah, fuck society and fuck authority.
[ Jessica tilts her head at Asura at his last question. ]
...You mean like a ski mask?
Oh no I tripped and I fell... In love. Also insane.
[ It's not a healthy relationship, that much is obvious. But Asura just doesn't think like humans. She’ll be so much happier when she makes those worst moments her norm, finds the way to be herself for real.
Behind his shades, his eyes lid but sparkle with delight as Jess reiterates some of his philosophy. He really wants to kiss her- he's eaten her out, bitten her, tasted her sweat but they've never kissed. Maybe that would be too much like admitting she likes him.
He splits his gaze, third keeping an eye on the road so he can turn his head to look at her. ]
If you ever have to ask ‘Should I feel this way’ you shouldn't. They're feelings- they're you.
[ After a moment, his scarves wind into a mask as they sometimes do. Unlike the usual, they imitate a ski mask- the red shine of his shades and a mouth free. ]
Any kind you want.
[ They rearrange a few times. He can seemingly put them together in any number of ways, a cowl, a domino mask, a full face one. ]
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what if they kissed... In the crime scene 😳 😳 j/k... Unless...
I despise those tyrants that try to eliminate the feelings society considers inconvenient.
[ Such as fear, but anger too. Lots of her emotions, the ones everyone else tells her to let go or whatever. He thinks she's at her best when they come out. ]
Besides, that guy is not going to make you mad again, so really, it worked itself out before the so-called authorities got involved.
[ Asura only seems to have to make the slightest touch to the wheels and gearstick for the car to respond, like it knows what he wants and wants to give it to him. It's the sort of relationship he wants with her, really- not subservient but intuitively reciprocal. ]
That said... Do you want a mask?
[ For the crime they're going to do. ]
They should... accidentally 👀👀
Still. Feels like I should feel kinda bad about it. I should feel bad about it, right? [ A pause. ] Even if he was being the biggest fucking idiotic dickhead around and probably deserved it. He definitely deserved it. Bah, fuck society and fuck authority.
[ Jessica tilts her head at Asura at his last question. ]
...You mean like a ski mask?
Oh no I tripped and I fell... In love. Also insane.
Behind his shades, his eyes lid but sparkle with delight as Jess reiterates some of his philosophy. He really wants to kiss her- he's eaten her out, bitten her, tasted her sweat but they've never kissed. Maybe that would be too much like admitting she likes him.
He splits his gaze, third keeping an eye on the road so he can turn his head to look at her. ]
If you ever have to ask ‘Should I feel this way’ you shouldn't. They're feelings- they're you.
[ After a moment, his scarves wind into a mask as they sometimes do. Unlike the usual, they imitate a ski mask- the red shine of his shades and a mouth free. ]
Any kind you want.
[ They rearrange a few times. He can seemingly put them together in any number of ways, a cowl, a domino mask, a full face one. ]