[Last night, Jack stayed over at Rose's place, just like he had been for a few nights now. He'd finally worked his way into her good graces and he couldn't be happier. But when he woke up this morning, it was in an empty bed. And then he realized it was an empty room inside an empty apartment. It was like no one had ever lived there. Frustratingly
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Settle? Settle?
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Try not to take it personal.
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What's so settleable about it then, huh?
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What happened?
[ she's keen to have a distraction from her own woes. ]
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[It's not like he goes digging in her personal life.]
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[ then, gentler: ] I've never known you to hold back about yourself before, Horner.
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[Deliberately said this time. Give her something else to be upset about.]
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[ pumpkins are depressing. :| ]
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Damn thing burned my skin, so it was literally playing hot potatoes until as luck had it, I came across a headless horseman using a pumpkin for a head. I jumped the bastard, stole his pumpkin, and put the coal in it. And that's how the Jack O'Lantern was invented.
[Yes. Jack is the reason for that story. Digest that for a bit.]
Anyway, that pumpkin was important to me. It was the light of my world. My guide through the hardest of times in my life. So. You're the pumpkin. Flattering, isn't it?
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[ but there is a distinct lack of edge to her voice; almost gratitude. ]
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[He's just lucky he chose such a convenient pet name.]
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