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( roy earns himself a laugh; a little louder than when jason fakes it. )

's what you get.

( but whatever, roy's focusing on the helmet, so jason-- )

An old friend designed it. Used the blueprints from Morningstar's ID scramblers as a basis for what he needed it to do, then completely redesigned it.

[stagethreeclinger]

[ anytime roy gets a not-fake laugh from jason, it's a win, and he's wearing a smirk on his lips despite the shit he's being (rudely!!) given, reflected in the dome of the hood he's caressing like a magic crystal ball now. ]

Ooh, I'm gonna need some alone time with this later. [ he means to take the tech apart and learn it, so he can copy it and make more, but you wouldn't guess it from the way he's stroking the top of the helmet like an evil mastermind with a cat.

the hood also gives him something else to stare at that isn't lingering on jason's toned, bare arms hanging out of that tank. it's far from the first time he's seen jason even shirtless, and let's be real, he always looks good in his gear, that ain't news, roy. a proper inspection of it is still needed, though, so roy sets the hood back on the counter and paces a semi-circle around jason and his new heroing outfit. it's real nice to look at, sure, but is it going to keep his bro alive? he pokes a finger at the thicker tank fabric stretched over jason's abs a couple times. ]

What's the material here? Fireproof, bulletproof, laser or whatever proof?

[ who knows what kind of ammo you have to defend against in the super-future now. reaching down, roy snags one of jason's futuristic thigh guns from its holster, turning it over in his hands. ]