The kitten had meowed and complained all afternoon until John had picked her up and set her in front of Bubbles 3, giving her something to do. Her tail had twitched as she crouched low, waiting to strike ( Read more... )

After the horrifying lecture that they totally were taking seriously, really, John and Jaina went back up to John's room so Jaina could get her rage on.

In a completely non-dirty way, even (because there was that part where they were taking the horrifying lecture seriously).

Also there was that part where John had volunteered to let Jaina get ( Read more... )

It had been a lot for John to deal with, hearing he had died and left Jaina to raise their three children. It almost seemed worse to him that the kids acted completely okay with it and not at all weepy to see him again. He figured Jaina must be really good at moving on ( Read more... )

In Fandom, when it rained crazy, it seemed to just pour from the walls. Or from the gremlin bites, whatever.

John was more than ready for his mind wipe and was really loving Jaina more for agreeing to it. Poor deluded boy. His back was aching from lifting Gavin's fat ass in the air and spinning him around. Really, John didn't think Gav should ( Read more... )

Shower.

SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWER.

Really, after running away from Jaina and back to the dorms, taking a shower was the only thing John could think to do. And after standing in the water until he thought he'd drown, and scrubbing his skin until it ached to scrub any longer, he finally got out and toweled off ( Read more... )

Thursday mornings were the perfect mornings to sleep in and then lounge around after his morning run. John had no classes, he had no job, he could do whatever he liked with his day.

And he liked sending e-mail.

To: Luke
From: John Subject: You'll never believe the stare ( Read more... )

Last night's impromptu soak in the onsen had left John a little over showering. Especially after he'd trudged back to the dorms and had to shower off again. After declaring his clothing dead of bird poo, mud, blood by pitching them in the trashcan, he'd found his pajamas and collapsed in bed ( Read more... )

John had spent the morning annoying Chuckles and retrieving his pets from their pet hotel. Hey, errands were hard work, but someone had to do it. John watched as Bubbles 3: Revenge of the Fish fled for the little castle at the bottom of the small tank as though something traumatic had occurred every time he walked past to put away clean laundry. ( Read more... )

John's watch beeped, signaling time for him to start dragging himself out of bed and down to the pavement for a morning run. It was part of his routine to spend a decent amount of time pretending he wasn't going to get up in favor of staying in bed with the girl who was so regularly there now ( Read more... )

There was a new fish swimming in the tank, a mildly cranky turtle chomping on its dinner, and an eighteen-year-old laying on his bed, thumping his hand against the wall to the beat of the music playing ( Read more... )