Ask Jon and Sock!

John: Uhhhh Irish? That’s bout all I know.

Sock enthusiastically points to himself.

Jon: “Yeah, it’s gotten darker over the years so I occasionally bleach it.”

Sock: “My family’s Norwegian!”

Jon: “What kinda question is that?”Sock: “Uh, love I’d hope.”

Sock: “You got it.”

Jon: “Nah.”

Sock: “Nah man.”

Sock: "Don't be rude."

Jon: “No, ask Kevin.”

Jon: “I dunno man, parfaits?”

Jon: :Oh, that’s uh.. hm. I mean. Same? I can’t handle other people. I can hardly handle myself.”

Sock: “Only child!”Jon: “I have an older sister, but I haven’t heard from her in a while.”

Jon: “Yeah, mostly when I was younger. I have friends now, but they’re... less, talkative, I guess? And we don’t really hang out that much.”

Jon: “I dunno, to be quite honest. Used to it?”

Jon: “My step-mom’s nice enough, we butt heads over some things- mostly over whether my room is adequately clean, but shes nice and she likes a lot of the bands I’m into. My dad... tries too hard? Too clingy. I kinda feel bad. He works alot- he’s a professor at a nearby college- so his social life is kinda... y’know. I wanna spend more time with him.”

Sock: “They were nice! My dad was a writer, so he spent a lot of time in his study, kinda distant but overall a good guy. Mom was an astrophysicist. You can imagine how busy she was, ha. I... miss ‘em.”