#thread: jd

@viciousgold

JD’s eyes skirted over his hair in one of the mirrors just outside Headmistress Coulter’s office, making sure it was presentable.

“Your collar,” Ferro chided him mentally from within her satchel. Right. He couldn’t have his collar popped in front of an adult, right? He’d get marked down as disobedient already. He didn’t care whether or not the adults liked him, but if his dad caught wind of him causing trouble, he’d just look for somewhere in the next town over to move to—again. JD grumbled softly, very quiet, and fixed it, before walking up to the Headmistress’ door and knocking.

Ferrvaine noted that the coast was clear before she crawled out from her satchel, up JD’s arm, and sat just behind his neck on his shoulder. So that JD could introduce her, of course. Tarantula daemons, even one so uncommon as Ferro’s cobalt self, made a lot of professors at his previous schools…nervous, visibly, but there wasn’t much they could do to help with that, aside from hiding her away.

She’d settled that way, recently, after all.

“You wanted to see me, ma’am?” he asked softly as he pushed open the heavy, dark wooden door when prompted.

"I guess it depends what kind of perverts you're looking for." Max cooed softly, feeling surprised by how JD seemed absolutely un-phased, he was cool-as-ice. She felt her heart flutter.

"But you can always find pervs around here. Not much else in a shitty place like this." Small town in the middle of nowhere, there were plenty of creeps willing to push the limit, but Max was more interested in what J.D. was doing that night.

"How about you scratch your plans, and we go out and cause some mischief?" Max suggested, gazing at J.D. expectantly. 

Yeah, the town was just like any other shitty small town his dad had dragged him to, and similarly, this one had its share of dead-ends and drifters. JD felt more at home with those people than the better people of society, anyway. 

The better people looked at his hand weird, even with him wearing his fingerless motorcycle gloves to try and disguise that he was missing a finger. Hell, he should’ve just started wearing actual gloves, but he felt like he couldn’t use any his fingers, then. 

“Can get a little unnerving, I suppose, if it’s just swinging in the breeze. ..You’re usually doing the swinging, huh? Would you want somebody else t’do the...wielding for once? Potentially...?”

@heldheart​ for Veronica Sawyer 

a quote from inside

muse: Jason “JD” Dean