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Characters: Jack Squared (cpt_namesake and jackedthename)
When: Tuesday afternoon/night-ish
Where: Fallingwater
Rating: potentially PG-13 for angst?
Summary: It's time for the boys to get over their fight.
It was funny how a complaint over a lack of alcohol had lead to what was quickly becoming a fast friendship. Jack spent a good amount of his time out of the house now, preferring to be outside with Molls and avoiding James at all costs. He wasn't one for confrontation after all. He just wanted to pretend that there had never been anything there in the first place. It was easier to deal with it that way.
The torn muscles in his thigh were healing up surprisingly quickly, mostly thanks to his now daily walks with Molls. His limp was still fairly obvious, but the pain had faded considerably now and he could go further without worrying about stressing himself.
Today Jack and Molls had gone a bit farther than normal, and Jack's leg was complaining by the time he made it home. It was just supposed to be a quick stop in the kitchen for tea and something to eat before retiring to his room. He sighed, wincing at the pain shooting up his leg but doing his best to ignore it.
He was nearly to the kitchen when his bad leg gave out completely and he toppled to the floor with a quiet curse.
When: Tuesday afternoon/night-ish
Where: Fallingwater
Rating: potentially PG-13 for angst?
Summary: It's time for the boys to get over their fight.
It was funny how a complaint over a lack of alcohol had lead to what was quickly becoming a fast friendship. Jack spent a good amount of his time out of the house now, preferring to be outside with Molls and avoiding James at all costs. He wasn't one for confrontation after all. He just wanted to pretend that there had never been anything there in the first place. It was easier to deal with it that way.
The torn muscles in his thigh were healing up surprisingly quickly, mostly thanks to his now daily walks with Molls. His limp was still fairly obvious, but the pain had faded considerably now and he could go further without worrying about stressing himself.
Today Jack and Molls had gone a bit farther than normal, and Jack's leg was complaining by the time he made it home. It was just supposed to be a quick stop in the kitchen for tea and something to eat before retiring to his room. He sighed, wincing at the pain shooting up his leg but doing his best to ignore it.
He was nearly to the kitchen when his bad leg gave out completely and he toppled to the floor with a quiet curse.