[ see, but she's getting paid for this no matter how aggravating it is -- so she's doing it. which means when she shows up the next day for this, there's an extremely flat look at the wall.
then she cleans it up.
but before she leaves, she'll take a piece of paper and some tape and tape the paper to the wall. on the paper she'll write --
You really have nothing better to do with your time, do you? How sad.
[Has Hawke ever seen a paper crane before? Because that's exactly what happened to her note. It became a paper crane that is stuck to the wall with some ice. And next to it... yes, of course, a new graffiti.
SAYS THE PERSON THAT KEEP COMING FOR MORE YOU'D MISS ME IF I WAS GONE
This time there is a bunch of crayon drawings around his writing. He had some help from his little friends, oops.]
[ she hasn't but the crane + the words + the crayon drawings has her realizing that yes, she is dealing with a literal child. a sigh as she cleans up the graffiti and then leaves another note.
It is literally my job. That I am paid for to do. I don't really have any particular attachment to you.
[Staring at the note, Jack snorts.] Their job? Well, mine too.
[Spirit of Fun included graffiti, yes. Shut up. This time Jack brings something stronger than markers or crayons, this is 100% true paint for a more complex drawing. Can Hawke catch him in time?]
[ she totally can! except she's not at work when she does and is just passing by the spot that time. she's on her way to one of her other jobs when she sees jack and realizes oh, this is the asshole who has been causing her grief.
which means she isn't going to shout first. first, she's going to find the most throwable object around (which ends up being an empty can) and climb the fire escape up to the roof as quietly as she can. then when she's behind him, she's going to pull her arm back and send the can straight for jack's back, hoping to hit him. ]
[It does hit him, in case that exclamation isn't clear enough. Rubbing his forehead, he looks up and frowns at Hawke when he discovers her on the roof. Two can play this game.
With a swift swoosh of the wind, Jack reaches the roof in second, snowball ready in hand. Think fast, girl, cold projectile incoming.]
[ duck and roll, duck and roll! that's what she does as the snowball hits, returning to her feet and staring flatly at the melting snowball. then she looks to the half-finished graffiti on the side of the building next to them. ]
[Damn, that was so close! Jack gets another snowball ready, because it doesn't look like they are done here yet... but he will answer that question first. Well, kind of.]
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then she cleans it up.
but before she leaves, she'll take a piece of paper and some tape and tape the paper to the wall. on the paper she'll write --
You really have nothing better to do with your time, do you? How sad.
and then she'll leave it. ]
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SAYS THE PERSON THAT KEEP COMING FOR MORE
YOU'D MISS ME IF I WAS GONE
This time there is a bunch of crayon drawings around his writing. He had some help from his little friends, oops.]
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It is literally my job. That I am paid for to do. I don't really have any particular attachment to you.
ridiculous! ]
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[Spirit of Fun included graffiti, yes. Shut up. This time Jack brings something stronger than markers or crayons, this is 100% true paint for a more complex drawing. Can Hawke catch him in time?]
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which means she isn't going to shout first. first, she's going to find the most throwable object around (which ends up being an empty can) and climb the fire escape up to the roof as quietly as she can. then when she's behind him, she's going to pull her arm back and send the can straight for jack's back, hoping to hit him. ]
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[It does hit him, in case that exclamation isn't clear enough. Rubbing his forehead, he looks up and frowns at Hawke when he discovers her on the roof. Two can play this game.
With a swift swoosh of the wind, Jack reaches the roof in second, snowball ready in hand. Think fast, girl, cold projectile incoming.]
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What are you doing?
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What am I doing? You attacked first!