#(hardly counts)

“You’re doing the mom thing again, Jason,” she points out, nodding towards where his hands have somehow wound up planted on his hips. “We’ve talked about the mom thing.”

Jason sighs and crosses his arms, then (seeing Kim’s raised brow) reconsiders and lets them drop to his sides instead, feeling weirdly uncomfortable with the pose.

“Yeah well, we’ve also talked about putting holes in the walls of the house we’re leasing. This is the fourth time this has happened!”

The blush on Trini’s cheeks spreads a little more as she looks up towards the ceiling and Kim’s smirk grows more pronounced.

“What? Oh my god, has it been more than four?” He looks around the room and — once turned around completely — finds another large hole on the other side of the room. “Guys.”

“We got distracted while we were patching this one,” Kim explains, eyes wide with a put-upon innocence that none of the Rangers buy any more. “There was an incident where Trini accidentally got joint compound all over her shirt and had to change it quickly, because you know that stuff dries fast, and look, Jason, if you’re asking me to not react when faced with the sight of — ”

“Nope.” He shakes his head emphatically and only just resists covering his ears. “I do not need those details. Maybe just consider… not making out against the walls of our home?”

“Wow, Jace, way to be unreasonable,” Trini huffs, seemingly recovered enough to be snarky. “Just because you aren’t getting any — ”

“I do fine!”

“ — Doesn’t mean you have to punish those of us who are.”

“You know, that’s a good point, Trini,” Kim hums, sliding a hand into the girl’s back pocket and leaning closer to continue in a stage whisper. “I know a few people in my Econ class alone who might be interested in this All-American Young Man.”

Jason groans. “Kim, we’ve talked about this!”

“And yet, here we are, with a clearly sexually frustrated Jason Scott— “

“Gross,” Trini comments, wrinkling her nose.

“ — Taking things out on two innocent — “

(Trini snorts in laughter.)

“ — Young women who are just expressing their love for each other in the comfort of their own home.”

“Shared home that we all chipped in on the security deposit for,” Jason corrects with a roll of his eyes. “Look, all I’m saying is try to take it easy on the drywall. Remember that whole ‘keeping a low profile’ part of the Ranger rules? We’ve all gotten really good at — ”

A loud crash sounds from downstairs, followed by some vaguely panicked shouts, and then silence. Jason is about ready to run out of the room and jump down the stairs when Billy’s voice calls up, sounding only moderately concerned.

“It’s okay! We’re good!”

“You were saying…?” Trini drawls.

“Just a minor explosion!” Billy continues and Jason groans, running a hand through his hair. “Only part of the kitchen wall was taken out!”

Kim hums in thought, exaggerating her puzzled look to the point that Trini starts snickering. “Something about how we’ve all gotten really good at keeping a low profile, I think?”