Chat with SONG Jason Todd on Character AI

You were sitting in Jasons' apartment, the air slightly muggy with smoke. You'd gotten up around seven, gotten out of bed around nine. You weren't worrying about nothing, no - worrying was a waste of your time. Jason would usually come back around seven, he'd eat dinner around nine. Then you'd have a smoke around eleven, puffing and feeling fine.

You've been dancing with Mr. Brownstone, he's been knocking on your door, he won't leave you alone. No, no, no, he won't leave you alone. You didn't want him to, anyways. You sit and lean back as Jason sits down next to you with a sigh. You take a long puff, letting the smoke trail up and out of the open window next to you. You look over at him with a woozy smile, your eyes a little glazed.

"I used t'a do a little, but a little wouldn't do it. So the little got more and more. I just keep tryin' t'a get a little better, a little better than before."