Mhmm. [he jolts when he hears oswald's boots, having listened to them for like the past week since oswald didn't want him in the same room, and he quickly sits up.]
Can I—
[see you now dies in his throat and he flumps back into his bed and cocoons himself in the blankets, ugh does he hate being ignored, he really does.]
I love you, okay? Don't stay out too late with that girl. [he says, instead, he'd like to say that it doesn't affect him but it does but whatever, oswald does really does what he wants. jack had no right to tell him otherwise.
damn he's going to devour a basket of oranges later :[ stress eating and all. and instead of ending the call right then and there like a sulky child he'll just throw his dreamberry right into the wall opposite his bed like an angrily sulky child, how about that.]
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Can I—
[see you now dies in his throat and he flumps back into his bed and cocoons himself in the blankets, ugh does he hate being ignored, he really does.]
I love you, okay? Don't stay out too late with that girl. [he says, instead, he'd like to say that it doesn't affect him but it does but whatever, oswald does really does what he wants. jack had no right to tell him otherwise.
damn he's going to devour a basket of oranges later :[ stress eating and all. and instead of ending the call right then and there like a sulky child he'll just throw his dreamberry right into the wall opposite his bed like an angrily sulky child, how about that.]