I am fine to put your gun to my life

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[WHO:] Jesse and Jesse
[WHERE:] House 13
[WHEN:] Day 80
[WHAT:] After hearing about the showdown between Pinkman and Ghoul? Finch has got a few things to air out.
[NOTES:] idk warning for pinkman in general



Christ, he's down to his last couple of cigarettes. Shit went fast when he didn't watch himself, but he wasn't used to having to whittle it all down like he had to here - there wasn't any damn corner store he could drop by. There should have been.

One of his last few ones is propped into his mouth where he sits on the couch, sprinkling ash on his sketchbook in his lap - he has to keep brushing it off intermittently, mumbling curses around the cigarette. Jesse's clad in his boxers and a way too big t-shirt, but, whatever, it's laundry time and he hasn't picked up this book in too long with his visit back home. Not that anything's coming out besides a page of incredibly concentrated polka dots.

He's bent over the page and nearly burning a hole into it when there's a knock, doesn't even bother to look up from what he's doing. It's not like it's locked. It's not like it can lock. "It's open!" he calls like usual.

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"Yeah? You remember that?"

Not that he's faulting him or anything. Hell, he drew the same thing once upon a time, he's pretty sure it's in there somewhere. Jesse wets his lips as he folds his arms against the back of the couch, beer dangling between his fingers. He taps a finger against the birds briefly, "My own murder'a crows."

There's a beat, but then the grin he gives is infectious. "You're drawin' me," he says, vaguely pleased as he straightens up and scrubs a hand over his head.

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Of course he remembers that, it's the first real time that they'd met. Jesse glances up at Pinkman when he taps his finger on the paper - grins right back, nodding.

"Yeah," Jesse says, a little quiet, grinning down at the paper. "But I didn't tell nobody it's you, y'know? Secret identities and all that." A beat. "I mean, Colonel Facepoker saved my life a few times, so. I figure the best thing I can do is draw him a bird army t'help with fighting crime."

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Saved his life. He did that, huh? It makes Jesse's smile kind of dip a little, face a bit more thoughtful than it was before. Those are big words, and it never felt as big as any of that when he was doing - it was just a thing, it was the thing to do. But maybe it should be. Bigger.

He takes a long draw from his beer as he walks around the couch.

"Maybe he oughta be steppin' up some time, huh?" he suggests, eyebrows raising. "Findin' the tigers in the woods or somethin', makin' that shit his own. He could ride 'em, like into battle. How badass would that be?"

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It makes him laugh, anyway. Making a face, Finch goes back to drawing, shading the drawing as he replies. "Yeah, yeah. Like Beastman or something, got the power of the Koreanimals on his side t'defeat the evil scientists."

He sniffs, once. "I can hear you doubting Colonel Facepoker's abilities, too. In your head. Quit it. He's a damn superhero, you wouldn't do that t'Superman." Okay, so he can't read Pinkman's mind or anything, but he can definitely predict that anything positive he says is going to not be taken well. "Can't draw with negative energy, anyway. I still gotta do Captain Dreamlord."

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"Uh." Beastman. "Sure." He gives a half of a laugh right back, seats himself on the arm of the couch and sips from his beer again. "Shit, I oughta be a comic book."

Yeah, well, he ain't no Superman. "Don't wear no underwear outside my pants like a total f," faggot, he cuts off, changes his mind to, "asshole either." He almost sighs when he scratches at his cheek, thinks it over in his head. "'Sides, last I checked? Colonel Facepoker?" He leans in a little, like it's a secret. "Didn't do too much, uh. Actual. Facepoking." But Colonel Glassgetter just doesn't have the same ring to it.

Not to mention that it can kind of work for an awkward double entendre for him, and he'd rather avoid that.

"What's Captain Dreamlord's powers anyway?"