Ā @hendsomejeck:
Itās just like Jack to barge in unannounced. Doesnāt need a rhyme or reason, just an impulse to follow. Jack shrugs out of his coat leisurely, indictating in a not-so-subtle way that heās going to be here for a while.
He eyes the endearingly pathetic cat carved into the pumpkin on Timās kitchen table. Clad in his classic yellow sweater/jeans combo he swaggers over to lean on the countertop.
The blush on his doublesā cheeks brings a smile to Jackās face and warms the hollow in his chest.
He might be a little drunk.
ā Top of the morning to you too, pumpkin. Heh. Donāt tell me youāre not happy to see me. Have a little gratitude Tim-tam.ā
Jack flicks his doubleās nose.
ā Nice carving, buttercup. I guess Iām not the only one with pussy on the brain.ā
He manages to keep a straight face for five seconds, before bursting into raucous laughter.
Timothy watched him shrug off the coat and come over to the counter. Oh he smelled like heād been drinking as soon as he was close. Why had he chosen to come to him? Why not like Nisha or R&D... He just wanted to carve pumpkins!
āItās night time Jack. Itās like seven... D-Did you want something or-ā Heās cut off by the nose boop. He grimaces a moment and moves the put the pumpkins in a safe place.Ā āThanks jack...ā
He wasnāt amused by the joke and once the pumpkins were up he tried to guide Jack to the living room area of his house. He didnāt want him messing up his stuff.Ā














