// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
Oh, so he had heard right, awesome. Yeah, cool, the girl he likes has a fucking psychopath for a father. Let's not even get into the mess of what would happen if him and Caly actually became something more and Flora and Jack reuinted too. If he was going to be calling Flora mommy it'd only be in the bedroom, which is the least appealing option to him right now as he's dragging in air that feels fresh out of an opened oven, one that she turned on.
How has Jack suddenly managed to infiltrate every aspect of his life? Like one conversation is all it took to slam open the door and just invite the shitter to stroll in and take up residence. Maybe he's like those old myths where you say their name too many times and they appear in the mirror. If he hears Jack one more time...
"Great," he says, strained, as he recovers enough to sit back on his ass, shrugginh off his UGLY alligator shirt and redesigning it into a napkin. "Water?" he asks her, gaze flicking over, irritated and broody with all the shit she flung up, the cherry on top being whether or not he could even continue to pursue Caly now knowing this. He hadn't really thought that far ahead yet, but now it feels like something he has to decide, and he's not particularly fond of being forced into that, especially because of shitstain.
How has Jack suddenly managed to infiltrate every aspect of his life? Like one conversation is all it took to slam open the door and just invite the shitter to stroll in and take up residence. Maybe he's like those old myths where you say their name too many times and they appear in the mirror. If he hears Jack one more time...
"Great," he says, strained, as he recovers enough to sit back on his ass, shrugginh off his UGLY alligator shirt and redesigning it into a napkin. "Water?" he asks her, gaze flicking over, irritated and broody with all the shit she flung up, the cherry on top being whether or not he could even continue to pursue Caly now knowing this. He hadn't really thought that far ahead yet, but now it feels like something he has to decide, and he's not particularly fond of being forced into that, especially because of shitstain.
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
