#powerswords

i'm not here to mock you.

" okay. "

a blatant, emotionless response that felt less like a word and more of a dial up sound a computer made when any input was entered. taro stared blankly, then sighed; crossing their arms as they stared. it takes less than a minute--about thirty seconds--for their expression to shift from empty to something more soft; forgiving. maybe even a mix of something like timidness in there. shy. they shouldn't immediately show an irritation to people; that often put them off. they didn't want to be off-putting in any manner; they wanted people to trust them. trust them enough to tell them things.

loading ... 10% ... 40% ... 95% ..... BULLSHIT DETECTED* ( * oh sure , oh sure. a wedding. that trini failed to mention. to me. you know , the one she tells almost everything to ? uh - huh , sure thing , SCOTT. ) ❛ i'm sorry , THE WHAT with THE WHO ? ❜ okay , that's more than enough to get her to stop in her tracks. single brow beginning to arch as hands find their way to respective hips. JASON SCOTT AND TRINI KWAN ? MARRIED* ( * you mean the couple who's not a couple even though everyone else knows their a couple ? the same two who've refused to properly ask each other out for years now ? okay. sure , jan. ) lids start to narrow a bit as kimberly leans in slightly. scanning every inch of that face of his WAITING for that obvious facade to crack at the seams.

first there's TOMMY and his endless supply of energy having her run back and forth down the length of the GREAT WALL OF CHINA. and now there's JASON asking if thumbelina needs a boost to get over a steep hill. YOU KNOW WHAT ----- ( i'm starting to get the feeling that hiking just isn't for me. ) she halts mid - step and shoots him a blank stare ; crown giving a slight tilt to the side as lips press into a thinned line and hands grip at the straps of her bag looming over her shoulders. can't go one day without someone essentially asking HOW'S THE WEATHER DOWN THERE.

❛ would you believe that they're not home this weekend ? the one time i'm around and they've gone out ...... ❜ she's mere seconds from throwing herself on the couch she'd been pacing in front of the entire time ; phone to ear and attention lost on the television on the other side of the room staring back at her. a step taken towards seat and there's a loud SCRATCHING sound that garners all attention from outside. fall through or get thrown through enough trees in your lifetime and you learn to know what BRANCHES sound like by heart. ❛ ..... what , no ? i'm just a little distracted is all , kim ... ❜ and there that sound goes again. enough commotion to furrow brow and get her to peek behind the curtains beside the couch. and what does she see ? WHO DOES SHE SPOT ( in all his heroic glory , mind you ) ❛ is that ------- can i call you back , kim ? WHAT , NO ! its not that ; no my aunt is calling me and you know how she gets. i'll call right back. yes i'll tell her you said hi --------- ❜ CLICK !

❛ ------------ there are no off days for that man , are there. ❜ its EXACTLY who she thought it was out there in the pouring rain. going to have to assume all of that scratching and fighting off the stray branches out there must have been all the work of one JASON LEE SCOTT* ( *i hope he hasn't noticed i've been watching this entire time ... let me take a picture just for good measure ----- ) a pause on her end as gaze lingers , only breaking away when she thought he had noticed HER standing there in living room window watching him ... well , do whatever it is out there. before looking down for one second at her phone and looking back to see he'd left that spot. another pause ; brow furrowing again as lips press into thinned line and lids narrow into a squint. a vain attempt at seeing any further into the rain trying to see where he ran off to next. ONLY TO HAVE THE DOORBELL STARTLE THE LIVING HELL OUT OF HER. ( too lost in watching what he was doing. again , kwan. )

❛ ------------ !! i'm coming ! i'm coming ! mom did you forget your keys .... ❜ door flying open to be met with the sight of sopping wet ranger and the WHAT in the equation from earlier. ❛ ------- again. ❜ ( so that WAS him and that WAS a cat. and he probably saw me watching the whole time and ----- ) ❛ hanging out in the rain ? you keep a weird set of friends , you know that ? ❜ speaking more to that wet little thing held out to her with a single hand ; instinctively taking it into her own grasp and holding it close. ❛ catsitting ? .... i don't .... ugh , its hard to say no to that face ----------- ❜ ( *i'm talking about both of them here. look at the two of them. SOAKING WET. they're like twins right now. )

❛ do you want to dry off first before you run off ? because you've got that look in your eye that says you're about to run off. ❜

Zora looks at Jason and away from him. Although they had been making some progress in terms of getting some sleep, they knew full well that they struggled with getting rest.

There were some serious vulnerabilities that they were still struggling with even if they wanted to give themself more room to focus on other things.

"It... it has been some time Jason, I am not going to lie. I had been able to get at least a few hours every night as of lately. But a full, complete night's sleep ....that has admittedly felt a bit out of reach."

Either they rest fitfully feeling uncomfortable with actually trying to sleep, resulting in them sitting in the dark alone for hours..or they find themself out for a day or so sporadically in an attempt to reset.

So they find themself really embarrassed when Jason brings up the subject.