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He's stolen a cake.
Sort of. Jason's still standing in the middle of the bakery. He could give it back, put it down, and technically, there'd be no wrongdoing. He could've just been examining it, after all, and not testing its weight and pondering his best course of escape.
The thing is, it's Bucky's birthday, which he only just mentioned in passing. Jason's never really celebrated his own birthdays, but for a few happy years Alfred had made him a cake, and he got to skip out on everything for a night - homework, training, the lot of it.
Bucky'd probably have to loose both arms and legs to stop him training, but making the guy eat a cake? Jason can do this. His go-kart's right outside, freshly, finally assembled, and it might look a little goofy but it runs fine, and he can't think of a better use for its inaugural run than a cake break.
There's a girl coming out of the kitchen, the little one with the big eyes, and Jason can't wait for her to train them on him. Those things are brutal, huge and green, and more persuasive than even that rolling pin in her hands would be, should she choose to hit him with it. She's coming forward, probably wants to cut the cake and serve it up, and Jason backs towards the door.
"I, um, I need this," he says, cutting hard into the open air outside, heart beating fast.
He feels a laugh bubbling up in his chest, and he lets it, leaping into the driver's seat and settling the cake into the passenger. Briefly, he debates strapping it in for safe keeping, but there's noise at the bakery now, and Jason can't afford to wait.
He peels away from the bakery and onto the boardwalk proper, shoving the pedal down as far as it will go. It's not really all that fast, but it's quicker than walking, and he can't take to the trees with a squishy cake in his hands, so it will have to do. Wind in his hair, Jason's just starting to enjoy himself, but the grin falls off his face when he rounds a corner and has to slam on the brakes to avoid the person standing there. The cake almost slides to the floor, but he catches it.
"Shit!" he blurts, calling forward, "Get in or get out of the way!"
[ooc: Jason's go-kart looks like this, but with solar panels layered on the top and back. ST/LT, yes, even more of them, fine!]
Sort of. Jason's still standing in the middle of the bakery. He could give it back, put it down, and technically, there'd be no wrongdoing. He could've just been examining it, after all, and not testing its weight and pondering his best course of escape.
The thing is, it's Bucky's birthday, which he only just mentioned in passing. Jason's never really celebrated his own birthdays, but for a few happy years Alfred had made him a cake, and he got to skip out on everything for a night - homework, training, the lot of it.
Bucky'd probably have to loose both arms and legs to stop him training, but making the guy eat a cake? Jason can do this. His go-kart's right outside, freshly, finally assembled, and it might look a little goofy but it runs fine, and he can't think of a better use for its inaugural run than a cake break.
There's a girl coming out of the kitchen, the little one with the big eyes, and Jason can't wait for her to train them on him. Those things are brutal, huge and green, and more persuasive than even that rolling pin in her hands would be, should she choose to hit him with it. She's coming forward, probably wants to cut the cake and serve it up, and Jason backs towards the door.
"I, um, I need this," he says, cutting hard into the open air outside, heart beating fast.
He feels a laugh bubbling up in his chest, and he lets it, leaping into the driver's seat and settling the cake into the passenger. Briefly, he debates strapping it in for safe keeping, but there's noise at the bakery now, and Jason can't afford to wait.
He peels away from the bakery and onto the boardwalk proper, shoving the pedal down as far as it will go. It's not really all that fast, but it's quicker than walking, and he can't take to the trees with a squishy cake in his hands, so it will have to do. Wind in his hair, Jason's just starting to enjoy himself, but the grin falls off his face when he rounds a corner and has to slam on the brakes to avoid the person standing there. The cake almost slides to the floor, but he catches it.
"Shit!" he blurts, calling forward, "Get in or get out of the way!"
[ooc: Jason's go-kart looks like this, but with solar panels layered on the top and back. ST/LT, yes, even more of them, fine!]