[ Oop. That's not a word this guy liked, huh? Jake holds up his paws defensively in silent apology, ready to skip the conversation to another ripple in the pond that was the young man's calm. Only, Itachi gets there first. ]
Who the heck is Jun? [ Jake asks, honestly. He couldn't remember Finn mentioning a Jun, though that didn't necessarily mean anything. Finn mentioned a lot of names that first night. A few bled into each other. Still, if it was someone of significance, Jake's surprised how totally it escapes him.
Then again, according to this kid, that wasn't the only thing Finn edited out. Jake cants his head to the side, an anticipatory expression on his face. ]
（ like, he's an asshole, but also: that particular story isn't his to tell. betrayal by those you trust is never easily weathered, after all, and for those brief few weeks finn had thought the man hung the very moon. ）
As to what I did, I tortured him psychologically with the use of illusions.
（ wow. well. not one to sugarcoat things, is he? ）
[ Ominous, but alright. This mission was dark enough that Jake wasn't looking to introduce any more darkness into Finn's life, especially not so close to his birthday. Whatever this was, it clearly happened before he'd arrived. It would keep a few more days, or weeks, or whenever the time felt right to poke that bear.
Assuming he can even remember who the heck 'Jun' is after Itachi follows it up with that. ]
Wait--wait, hold on... [ Jake squints, half laughing, as if trying to decide if the kid was joking or not. Could Itachi tell a joke? Was there room for a sense of humor alongside all that self-seriousness and black nail polish? ] What kind of illusions are you talkin' about here? Rabbit outta your bandana, one of those big colorful handkerchiefs? Your little log trick?
[ There's an edge to his voice. A sort of insistent 'that is what you mean, right?' ]
[ Jake's eyelid twitches. Something didn't add up here. Sure, Finn said it was complicated, but complicated didn't mean torture.
... Then again, Marceline had done the same thing more than once, back when they were first getting to know her. This guy kinda had a Marcy-esque vibe to him. Maybe he was immortal, too. Moral codes got wonky after the first thousand years. For the first time, a pass of fear passes over Jake's face, glancing up towards the dark sky, then back at Itachi's pale face. Could he be...?
No, Jake decides with a full body shake, made that mistake once already. He's not a vampire, he's just edgy. ]
[ From Itachi's perspective, Jake has been silent for quite a long moment after that. It's only once the dog stands to his hindlegs for the first time since their encounter began, rolling up his... sleeves? At a glance that's what it looks like, but closer inspection will reveal the bunching at his shoulders is just more flesh. ]
Okay, so. [ He starts to limber up a little, though his stretches go a little further than should be physically possible. ] You're obviously pickin' a fight with me, which normally I wouldn't wanna entertain, but. Since you did feed me, I guess I'll oblige.
[ With one final step back, Jake suddenly grows to around the same size as Itachi. He's affecting an excessive casualness through all this, but there's some genuine tension in his gesture, inviting Itachi to stand with a quick thump to his own chest. ]
（ says the clone, who doesn't especially care in one respect or another anyway. all he does is arch an eyebrow at the spectacle, and refuse to budge from where he is sitting. ）
[ Jake lowers his arm with a heaving sigh and truly impressive eyeroll (for a dog, anyway). ]
So lemme get this straight, you're telling me that you literally ran away from me saying thank you and then rushed back to tell me all the messed up stuff you've done, for what? What's the goal, homie? 'Cuz f you aren't looking to get cracked over my knee, I'm not sure I follow your logic.
itachi just gives jake a long, arch look. one eyebrow is faintly raised. the clone's exasperation is so poignant itachi can almost feel it blistering along his own tenketsu. ）
My goal was to demonstrate how little you knew of the situation to think gratitude appropriate. What you do with that information is your business.
[ It's now that Jake finally shrinks back to his normal size. This wasn't a trick; the guy (kid? human ages are tough) really wasn't going to fight him. He stays upright, hands at his hips as he stares for a long, hard moment. ]
Did you or did you not save Finn's life? Just, yes or no question.
[ A CONTRARY SHIT, INDEED. Jake's growling hrmmm in response reflects the twin wolves in his head; one extremely annoyed and one begrudgingly admitting that was actually pretty funny. ]
And has Finn forgiven you for whatever you did before? Same format.
[ The hrmmmm intensifies. It seemed to important to Finn that Jake make an effort with him, for reasons he couldn't quite articulate to him. Jake had a theory maybe he could, actually, but saying so would undermine his desired outcome.
Finn could be pretty stubborn when it came to the goodness of certain people, but even he had to know that this guy was a total pain in the ass. ]
Well, whatever, I'll answer! [ Jake pauses, foot tapping in frustration as he crosses his arm. ] Okay, no, I'm not, but only 'cuz that's his situation. But from where I'm standing, it seems like y'all had beef and you squashed it and now you're dredging it back up again for a reason I still can't grok.
Feels like maybe you want me to be mad at you, just a little bit. That, or you really, really hate gratitude.
[ If Jake looks like he might have a snotty remark to make in response to that, it's only for a moment. The crossed paws over his chest sag a little, affecting a shrug. ]
I mean. Yeah, I guess so. [ His arms lower to his side, sentiment geniune. Maybe even a little tired, honestly. There'd been a lot to unpack in the last twenty minutes and he's not even a little sure where he lands on all of it. Something to sort through later. ] You done baiting me?
[ Jake trots over, circling a few times on a spot of soft grass next to the clone's Itachi's feet, before laying down with a yawn. The fire was warm here, even if the company was icy. ]
[ He already had his eyes closed; a convincing facsimile of sleep, if it weren't for how unchanged his voice sounds. He was awake and would stay awake, for the time being. ]
（ this is infuriating. he's infuriated. what is going on with you, little yellow guy. itachi is officially fuckin' flummoxed and for a moment a muscle tightens in the clone's jaw, barely perceptible.
if the real itachi happens to swap himself out for the clone, why, it's seamless. turns out he's old hat at this sleight-of-self nonsense. ）
It is a technique called kawarimi. Body replacement.
[ The fury is noted and comfortably ignored. Jake just rolls onto his side, letting the fire warm his belly for a bit as they continued their conversation. He misses the swap completely.
Then again, Itachi seems to miss the metaphor. Not that Jake minds the explanation. ]
You mean that log thing? It was pretty nifty, I'm not gonna lie. I can do that too, but it looks a little different.
[ And, just like that, the half-sleeping dog is suddenly not a dog at all. Instead, he's a still-very-yellow, still-quite-hairy facsimile of a log. The detail was quite exquisite, grooves from the bark and rings at the cut base, even a few little branching twigs snapped off along the sides.
What is distinctly un-log-like is the small little dog face floating in the center of it, grinning up at him. ]
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Who the heck is Jun? [ Jake asks, honestly. He couldn't remember Finn mentioning a Jun, though that didn't necessarily mean anything. Finn mentioned a lot of names that first night. A few bled into each other. Still, if it was someone of significance, Jake's surprised how totally it escapes him.
Then again, according to this kid, that wasn't the only thing Finn edited out. Jake cants his head to the side, an anticipatory expression on his face. ]
And what the heck'd you do?
[ Give him a noogie or something? ]
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（ like, he's an asshole, but also: that particular story isn't his to tell. betrayal by those you trust is never easily weathered, after all, and for those brief few weeks finn had thought the man hung the very moon. ）
As to what I did, I tortured him psychologically with the use of illusions.
（ wow. well. not one to sugarcoat things, is he? ）
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Assuming he can even remember who the heck 'Jun' is after Itachi follows it up with that. ]
Wait--wait, hold on... [ Jake squints, half laughing, as if trying to decide if the kid was joking or not. Could Itachi tell a joke? Was there room for a sense of humor alongside all that self-seriousness and black nail polish? ] What kind of illusions are you talkin' about here? Rabbit outta your bandana, one of those big colorful handkerchiefs? Your little log trick?
[ There's an edge to his voice. A sort of insistent 'that is what you mean, right?' ]
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（ tortured, jake. he means tortured. ）
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... Then again, Marceline had done the same thing more than once, back when they were first getting to know her. This guy kinda had a Marcy-esque vibe to him. Maybe he was immortal, too. Moral codes got wonky after the first thousand years. For the first time, a pass of fear passes over Jake's face, glancing up towards the dark sky, then back at Itachi's pale face. Could he be...?
No, Jake decides with a full body shake, made that mistake once already. He's not a vampire, he's just edgy. ]
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Okay, so. [ He starts to limber up a little, though his stretches go a little further than should be physically possible. ] You're obviously pickin' a fight with me, which normally I wouldn't wanna entertain, but. Since you did feed me, I guess I'll oblige.
[ With one final step back, Jake suddenly grows to around the same size as Itachi. He's affecting an excessive casualness through all this, but there's some genuine tension in his gesture, inviting Itachi to stand with a quick thump to his own chest. ]
Come at me, bro!
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（ says the clone, who doesn't especially care in one respect or another anyway. all he does is arch an eyebrow at the spectacle, and refuse to budge from where he is sitting. ）
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So lemme get this straight, you're telling me that you literally ran away from me saying thank you and then rushed back to tell me all the messed up stuff you've done, for what? What's the goal, homie? 'Cuz f you aren't looking to get cracked over my knee, I'm not sure I follow your logic.
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itachi just gives jake a long, arch look. one eyebrow is faintly raised. the clone's exasperation is so poignant itachi can almost feel it blistering along his own tenketsu. ）
My goal was to demonstrate how little you knew of the situation to think gratitude appropriate. What you do with that information is your business.
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Did you or did you not save Finn's life? Just, yes or no question.
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（ two words. just to be a contrary shit. ）
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And has Finn forgiven you for whatever you did before? Same format.
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（ lmao, forgiveness. he's allergic to the concept thank u very much. ）
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Finn could be pretty stubborn when it came to the goodness of certain people, but even he had to know that this guy was a total pain in the ass. ]
Well, whatever, I'll answer! [ Jake pauses, foot tapping in frustration as he crosses his arm. ] Okay, no, I'm not, but only 'cuz that's his situation. But from where I'm standing, it seems like y'all had beef and you squashed it and now you're dredging it back up again for a reason I still can't grok.
Feels like maybe you want me to be mad at you, just a little bit. That, or you really, really hate gratitude.
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Are you finished playing detective?
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I mean. Yeah, I guess so. [ His arms lower to his side, sentiment geniune. Maybe even a little tired, honestly. There'd been a lot to unpack in the last twenty minutes and he's not even a little sure where he lands on all of it. Something to sort through later. ] You done baiting me?
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Sit, or leave.
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the clone'sItachi's feet, before laying down with a yawn. The fire was warm here, even if the company was icy. ]See? Not so bad, right?
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Comparative to?
（ it's said with just a trace of impatient annoyance, mild enough it's barely a barb. ）
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[ He already had his eyes closed; a convincing facsimile of sleep, if it weren't for how unchanged his voice sounds. He was awake and would stay awake, for the time being. ]
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（ this is infuriating. he's infuriated. what is going on with you, little yellow guy. itachi is officially fuckin' flummoxed and for a moment a muscle tightens in the clone's jaw, barely perceptible.
if the real itachi happens to swap himself out for the clone, why, it's seamless. turns out he's old hat at this sleight-of-self nonsense. ）
It is a technique called kawarimi. Body replacement.
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Then again, Itachi seems to miss the metaphor. Not that Jake minds the explanation. ]
You mean that log thing? It was pretty nifty, I'm not gonna lie. I can do that too, but it looks a little different.
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What is distinctly un-log-like is the small little dog face floating in the center of it, grinning up at him. ]
Check it, homie.
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but no less alarming, ultimately, than any of the akatsuki's abilities. it does not serve to stir him to reaction.
well. not a reaction, strictly speaking, to the dog-log. the........... dlog. if you will.
instead, waspishly, ）
Do you think your being a dog excuses you from using my name?
（ not homie, not bud, not pal, not DUDE.
did the asteroid already hit.
is this the gentle, insistent, annoying purgatory of naraka? ）
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Jake rolls his log-eyes before snapping back to his original (dlog-L) shape, cupping his face in his paws with a broad grin. ]
I dunno, does it? I haven't spent much time around humans, I don't know all the rules.
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