"Jack sits in on her lessons, most days, doing homework or breathing exercises." - Aww. Sitting in on lessons. That's nice. I like Jack.
And ah, cohesion. Bands snap back together. And I actually meant, like, rubber bands and things, but witness my unintentional pune or play on words.
"What she remembers of Chicago is stained sort of brown, like someone spilled tea all over it. (Probably one of The Twins, the hyperactive little midgets.)" - I love both that description and that it is then taken literally enough to have a perpetrator.
"In Jersey, the leaves disappear all in one big whirlwind and anything that’s left turns silver with frost. It’s crisp on her tongue during her morning runs." - And that. You have a way of... I don't know. It's lovely.
"The point still stands; give Eliza an instrument and five minutes and she’ll play you an arpeggio or cadence. She can shred on a guitar, because otherwise her dad would cry or something..." - I love her already, and her dad too, which, give me time to sort these people out.
"Not, like, the nineties oldies, not like forty years, more like four hundred. The Real Oldies." - And again with liking Jack, this time for just thinking that. The Real Oldies.
"Or they might try to bully their Uncle Gee into drawing them as an evil villainous duo." - This... should be done. We may have to commission someone.
And, see, there. I like Eliza, too. A responsible lass.
"2way is a year younger than Jack, but he’s small and Jack is tall and she towers over him mostly on accident." - Haha! The art of towering - not unlike that of lurking.
“Hey, baby, I’m proud of you.” “Love you too, Daddy.” - And oh, that... is nice. Doesn't have to be picture-perfect, there-for-every-game to be nice. Mm. I like this chapter, the skipping about as people are introduced and made solid. Jack, specifically, and Eliza, but... yes. It's an interesting feel.
"Despite current technology, Jack can’t reach through her phone and throttle him." - SHE SHOULD INVENT SOMETHING SO SHE CAN.
"He takes a monster bite, way more than just for sharing..." - Parents, man.
And, I love that last moment. They're just sort of in-tune. That's...
...Wait, this whole thing gave me a warm fuzzy feeling.
If you kill someone next chapter, I will end you.
[Also: just turned my phone back on after yoga. Sorry! We will talk tomorrow? I'd call now, but I have got to get the second part of your present in order right now or I'll get no sleep at all, my own.]
- Aww. Sitting in on lessons. That's nice. I like Jack.
And ah, cohesion. Bands snap back together. And I actually meant, like, rubber bands and things, but witness my unintentional pune or play on words.
"What she remembers of Chicago is stained sort of brown, like someone spilled tea all over it. (Probably one of The Twins, the hyperactive little midgets.)"
- I love both that description and that it is then taken literally enough to have a perpetrator.
"In Jersey, the leaves disappear all in one big whirlwind and anything that’s left turns silver with frost. It’s crisp on her tongue during her morning runs."
- And that. You have a way of... I don't know. It's lovely.
"The point still stands; give Eliza an instrument and five minutes and she’ll play you an arpeggio or cadence. She can shred on a guitar, because otherwise her dad would cry or something..."
- I love her already, and her dad too, which, give me time to sort these people out.
"Not, like, the nineties oldies, not like forty years, more like four hundred. The Real Oldies."
- And again with liking Jack, this time for just thinking that. The Real Oldies.
"Or they might try to bully their Uncle Gee into drawing them as an evil villainous duo."
- This... should be done. We may have to commission someone.
And, see, there. I like Eliza, too. A responsible lass.
"2way is a year younger than Jack, but he’s small and Jack is tall and she towers over him mostly on accident."
- Haha! The art of towering - not unlike that of lurking.
“Hey, baby, I’m proud of you.”
“Love you too, Daddy.”
- And oh, that... is nice. Doesn't have to be picture-perfect, there-for-every-game to be nice. Mm. I like this chapter, the skipping about as people are introduced and made solid. Jack, specifically, and Eliza, but... yes. It's an interesting feel.
"Despite current technology, Jack can’t reach through her phone and throttle him."
- SHE SHOULD INVENT SOMETHING SO SHE CAN.
"He takes a monster bite, way more than just for sharing..."
- Parents, man.
And, I love that last moment. They're just sort of in-tune. That's...
...Wait, this whole thing gave me a warm fuzzy feeling.
If you kill someone next chapter, I will end you.
[Also: just turned my phone back on after yoga. Sorry! We will talk tomorrow? I'd call now, but I have got to get the second part of your present in order right now or I'll get no sleep at all, my own.]
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