[lyla] though we both see it coming, we don't run.

[wireskylines]

Jason slips into Stigmata looking...well, obviously he fell down stairs made of doorknobs. All that's visible is the pair of black eyea, further bruising on the right side of his face, and a split lip - the swelling makes it look worse than it is, or so he'll probably end up telling people. He has his hands tucked into his pockets and his shoulders hunched, expecting a lecture he actually accepts deserving. He's not going to pretend he had any kind of good reason.

"Hey, Vampirella, long time no see," he says to Lyla, his smile appearing more ghoulish than reassuringly upbeat, all things considered. "Or do I call you Draculite? I've been thinking of nicknames all week."