week 8 | after execution

[baptizer]

[ Elizabeth's been sleeping really good lately. Maybe when an alien isn't using her as a host, her sleep patterns would get well. It was the first night she couldn't fall asleep. She snapped awake, spooked by a nightmare and ugh... like a child, she couldn't be alone. Adelina's allowed her to stay with her, but most nights, Elizabeth leaves to the holding cells. It's still a concern, everything was. But. This...didn't stop anything from spinning. No, the murders kept happening - with or without the aliens.

She had slipped on a pair of socks, clad in only a night gown and her hair short against her neckline. Seeking out something, she requested a pizza and did something incredibly bold: knock at Jason Todd's door.

He'd been on her mind a lot. Ever since his encounter with the abomination that claimed Rhys once and for all... she watched after him. She cared, very much about his involvement in all of this. So she stayed with him until he could get out of bed (which honestly, wasn't very long because he's so damn stubborn).

She could go to the few people who look at her normally - Adelina, Fiona, Dorian, even - but no. She's at Jason's door less prim than she ever looked.

She looked normal, for once. ]

Are you awake? I know you are. It's - ... er, it's Elizabeth.

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[antagonize]

[Plot twist: He's asleep. Peacefully snoozing away. Resting up like a normal human being who takes care of his body's normal human needs.

That's a joke. He's awake even though he should absolutely be resting up at this hour. Actively participating in the trial with a new, shiny, and decidedly sore hole in his head has definitely not been one of his brightest ideas — but. Well. There haven't been a lot of those to start with. He's had worse, anyway. At least he didn't die this time around.

So like the bullheaded idiot he is, he's up and about in his room when Elizabeth swings by. It... admittedly takes him longer than it should to head to the door, but he's pointedly ignoring that. Along with other things. And then he's cocking an eyebrow (while hiding a wince at how the gesture feels now) when he sees her.]

... Are we having a pizza party? 'Cause my invite must have gotten lost in the mail.

[N...ot... that he's going to turn down pizza if that's how she's going to swindle her way into his room this time.

Also? Please note he's wearing pajama bottoms, socks, and a shirt with what seems to be an old coffee stain near the hem. Almost like he spilled a cup on himself and didn't bother to wash it until it was too late. Nasty.]