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[wow what is he a truant child!!

well okay in a way he is. he's well aware though that he probably needs oswald a lot more than oswald needs him so, well,] For not thinking about how you'd feel when I do stupid things.

[jack laughs weakly, evening out into a sigh, feeling very sorry, for what he did, and for himself. if this was what guilt always felt like he wanted no part of it ever, but he's learning it and he can't unlearn it and this sucks royally.]

[...well that's not really all there is to it, but it's close enough. for all of a couple of minutes there's nothing but the crackle of fire and then there's oswald's boots hitting the floor of his bedroom p hard. well, he's fine, raven's been called back.

...right, answering jack. he chalks up his voice somewhere under that next time, i walk,] ...don't do it again, then.

[he says quietly, slipping over to his dresser to start pulling dry clothes out, nevermind that it shouldn'tve been done in the first place.]

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.]

Edited (IM SO DONE WITH U HTML) 2013-05-28 13:43 (UTC)

...--?

[w...ow, can jack just not?? oswald gives him all of five minutes to breathe and scream into a pillow like an angrily sulky child or whatever the heck he does before he texts him again after having changed his pants, working on his shirt.]

I was going to say yes, but if you insist on acting like a child I'm going to assume you don't want to see me.

[says he of the ended conversation and I-can't-get-my-arm-through-this-sleeve-why, grabbing his shirt and finding the hole, there, done, he kinda wants to go waistcoatless so he decides to do just that, buttoning on up and looking for not wet boots. orz. he leaves his dreamberry on top of the dresser, not even worried.]

oswald ive pleaded to spend time with u for the past week
and u said no every time
what am i supposed to think?

[sent ten minutes after, jack has now decided to take a blanket and pillows hostage and stow himself away under his bed. he's sulking mightily, look at him go. thirty seconds after that:]

i dont even want u to go to her but i know u dont want to make her cry because ur like that so
i just

im jealous.

[gold star for that sad attempt at being socially graceful, jack.]

Edited (late night edits) 2013-05-28 15:24 (UTC)

[looks like a whole lot of excuses, but oswald has found his boots by then and gives this a once-over, a liiittle bit displeased still, but. nothing he can do.]

You're supposed to ask anyway. [like the bullheaded boy you are, he means.

but anyway,] What are you jealous of? I don't see it, Jack - I'm yours and I don't love her at all. I don't plan on playing around.

[he doesn't do stupid things like call outings with friends dates because he's an uptight guy who thinks that's wrong and reeks of cheater cheater pumpkin eater in the worst way possible. gross things he'll never do, the book tbh. his boots go on and he's up off the bed and heading out of his room, en route to jack's.]

Edited 2013-05-28 15:49 (UTC)

I know I shouldnt be jealous but I am, okay, oswald, I cant help it, every time we fight I get so scared that you'll get fed up.

[pumpkin eaters, etc. jack would probably throw up before he cheats on oswald, ok. relationships man, how do they work? he fumbles with the send button and takes a deep breath and wonders where on earth that charisma he had projected so effortlessly had gone.

jack squints at the light of the dreamberry under the blanket and curls up, feeling a little colder.]

can i still see you then?

[oswald doesn't answer through text. he goes straight to jack's room and opens the door, standing there for a moment. really??]

Of course, come here--

[sir hide under the bed, oswald slides his dreamberry into his pocket and waits for the man cocooned in pillows and a blanket to slip out from under there.]

You've nothing to fear... I'm not going to leave you.

[jack slowly pokes his head from underneath his bed, looking up at oswald upside-down.]

You can't leave me, all right, you can't unless you manage to die or something.

[he says, finally crawling out from under the bed, blanket-cape around his head and shoulders, taking barefoot steps towards oswald.] And even then.

[dying is as easy as it is back home here. which is to say, it's not at all, but it's certainly possible. oswald doesn't tell jack that because he doesn't want to upset him even more.

the things he'd endure to keep jack from worrying too much.]

...even then.

[he says back, leaning against the doorframe for a moment longer before righting himself and sighing, arms crossed and body language closed off.]

I won't leave you. [oswald gets out again, dropping his hands at his side and looking at jack like really, he looks like the most not scary bed monster in the world and oswald reaches out to bring him into his arms, blanket cape and all.]

[jack immediately throws his arms around oswald's shoulders, burying his face in oswald's shoulder like it's home. (it is.) he relaxes against oswald and everything feels right again, like the world is going to be okay.

the blanket falls down to the floor and jack nuzzles into him, quiet and faintly desperate and oswald, you have been missed. a lot.]

[oswald wraps his arms around him tight and secure and warm, face pressed against the side of jack's head. he wanted to keep the blanket up and around.jack, but that's fine-- he likes this, too, and kisses jack's head because he hasn't in a while.

eventually,] ...better? [fingers winding around jack's hair, keeping close.]

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