Kaz actually has the gall to look doubtful for a beat at that comment. He doesn't actually doubt that Noah and Jesper are friends. Jesper makes friends like most people breathe, and Noah doesn't seem too far behind him in that category, honestly.
"Warning you," he doesn't hide the incredulity in his voice, or the irritation in the roll of his eyes at the comment, either. "Hell's made you soft, has it? I'm something to be handled, and you can't deal with me without a warning system in place?"
He scoffs and shakes his head. There were probably similar things in place at The Slat, but Kaz hadn't caught onto it if there were. There's something about it that shoves itself under his ribs that it's Jesper feeling like he needs some sort of signal in how best to approach him.
Jesper. His sharpshooter. His lieutenant. His right hand. Jesper, who knows him best of nearly anyone.
If he can't deal with Kaz, and all the worst, infuriating parts of him, how can anyone?
Inconveniently. Absolutely none of that comes out of his mouth, though.
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Date: 2021-10-10 08:23 pm (UTC)"Warning you," he doesn't hide the incredulity in his voice, or the irritation in the roll of his eyes at the comment, either. "Hell's made you soft, has it? I'm something to be handled, and you can't deal with me without a warning system in place?"
He scoffs and shakes his head. There were probably similar things in place at The Slat, but Kaz hadn't caught onto it if there were. There's something about it that shoves itself under his ribs that it's Jesper feeling like he needs some sort of signal in how best to approach him.
Jesper.
His sharpshooter.
His lieutenant.
His right hand.
Jesper, who knows him best of nearly anyone.
If he can't deal with Kaz, and all the worst, infuriating parts of him, how can anyone?
Inconveniently.
Absolutely none of that comes out of his mouth, though.