JACK MOTHERFUCKIN KELSO

In a series of frantic texts to a friend, whilst exploring his apartment. (That PHONE, OMFG STOP RINGING)

LIL OMG I’M EXPLORING HIS APARTMENT AND LEARNING SO MANY THINGS.

He plays chess and darts and reads a shit ton and likes tea and lmao entertains guests sometimes and IS AN ARCHER DANG and he sometimes cares about cleanliness and like our favorite man Tripp

melons

And he likes plants and sculptures and leaves his work all over the place

And he takes bagged lunches occasionally and eats Corn Flakes lmfao and hates washing dishes and is probably a decent cook

And he has a record player baw and themes everything blue and he isn’t ignorant of the war; sentimental even…

He has pictures of him and his men everywhere.

BUT THEN AGAIN “the best way to forget something is to commemorate it”

L.A. NOIRE DRABBLES. Jack Kelso-centric because I cannot control these feelings. Shippy if you squint but maybe kinda sorta not totally unintentionally idk? But whatever. Written for a V.I.P. “Titles” are quotes pulled from famous noir movies.

Five of ‘em, count ‘em, five.

Let the hurting begin.