215: Sunday night [post three-minute dates]
It was fairly late, but Jack wasn't really tired. Good thing too, as he'd handwavily arranged with Annette that she come by tonight instead of last night.
He was looking out the window, formulating idle plans, half-wishing it was Cedric he was waiting for, before he cut that thought off. That way lay madness, or something.
[ooc: for Annette, yes. Could be considered mildly NSFW, I guess, though not in the conventional way. ETA: Annette modding has been done with permission throughout.]
He was looking out the window, formulating idle plans, half-wishing it was Cedric he was waiting for, before he cut that thought off. That way lay madness, or something.
[ooc: for Annette, yes. Could be considered mildly NSFW, I guess, though not in the conventional way. ETA: Annette modding has been done with permission throughout.]