🌞 for a morning text

Balo: GOOD MORNING! The sun is shining, it's supposed to rain soon thankfully so we can pull out our wellies and avoid burning to a crisp and I love you very muchly!

Balo: Also they found a new bird species and it reminds me of you!

The second Jack opens the door, Ches’s face lights up. “Okay, I have the best idea! How quiet is your dog? Because my roommate is really chill, and I was thinking maybe we should kidnap him tonight and bring him back here, and we just alternate who’s room he’s in. And I bet we could get other people on board like who wouldn’t love a dog on campus! Kenzie had a cat for like half a year, and nobody ratted her out - who’s going to rat out a dog when they’re way better in every possible way!” Okay, she was drunk, and this idea wasn’t thought out in the slightest, but right now, she just really wanted to pet a dog, and Jack knew where to get a dog, so going to him about this scheme felt like a good idea. What was the worst he was going to do? Remind her they couldn’t go around stealing dogs.

Luxor students woke up the morning after the club fair,  long after their parents had left, to a little surprise. A new series of posters, this time, from an unlikely duo. (Note: this is immediately following the family weekend, so it’s be roughly around November 30th I believe!)

Ches sent out a mass text at 7:35 am:  I’m sorry about the posters around the school today. I don’t want to get into my involvement, because frankly the details don’t fucking matter. The damage has been done, it was taken way too far, and I wish I never helped at all. My intentions don’t matter, nor do the events leading up to it. I fucked up, and I’m sorry. Just, remember if you’re a dick about anyone’s HIV status you’re an even worse person than Jack was in this situation. I expect a lot of you will be angry, rightfully so, but please leave Balo out of this. She had no idea about any of this.

Zander sent out a mass text at 7:39 am: If you have an issue with those posters and your name isn’t Balian Grace Driskell, cry me a river. Balo, call me.

@jckfldng

“true”

“So, I’ve been thinking lately who actually thought of dressing up and going to people’s houses to take their candy? Because someone had to come up with the idea and pitch it in a way that doesn’t sound like thievery, and other people had to approve of it. I’m not complaining, obviously, because it’s great, but I’d have loved to be a fly on the wall for that pitch. It must have been extra amazing!” Balo rambles as she walks next to Jack on the way back to the dorms. Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice just how artificial at moments her pep actually was; although she was starting to feel better on the medication, she was still hoping her mom would pick up the phone. The longer she waited, the more it sunk in just how little her parents wanted her, and the more she questioned what it meant when your own parents no longer loved you. What were the moral implications of such a thing? But the feeling of the first raindrop hitting her distracts her entirely as the sky opens up into a full-blown downpour. “Tut tut tut; it looks like rain! Come on! The sooner we get inside, the sooner I can grab my wellies and come back out.”

“......................................you’ve got to be kidding me.” ( @jckfldng )

JACK: lov the insinaution that i am a kid who "plays" when am older than u x but ill take u to a soft play area any fucking time if u decide to "play" too JACK: yeah well we both fcking know balo needs to stop forgivng ppl. JACK: ur right, is shitty JACK: well tbh neither your eyes nor your arms r required to solve an equation, its not fucking escaping a cabinet of water or smth

“Jack, I just saw the cutest thing! Come look at this!” Balo gushes eagerly as she waves her phone in front of her, moving it way too much to see the photo of the Gharial she was trying to show him. “I mean, I saw it on Twitter, but that counts! I wish I saw him in real life though, he’s so adorable, and all those teeth. Apparently, they’re critically endangered, and I can’t imagine how anyone would want to hurt them. I mean, look at that face.” She stops moving so he can see the extremely long-snouted crocodile finally as she pouts, her excitement rapidly fading as she reminds herself of the issue. “Next time we’re in New York, can we go see them? They have them at the Bronx Zoo.” And she’d missed them when she went with Maia.