Jasper Bates

@crybabyxmitchell

Kitty!Matt - a lesson in procrastination

“Huh? With me?” Tris shrugged a little bit, picking at the hole in the knee of his jeans. “I had a date with Aiden, you know that, and I’m gonna have one with this other guy, Demetrius.” He smiled a little bit. “I think I’m getting braver. Maybe someday soon I’ll be able to come out, huh?” That was probably wishful thinking on his part; the likelihood he’d be able to actually come out was slim, so slim, but Tristian remained optimistic. “That’ll be so nice, honestly… Not having to hide everything.” He made a soft wistful sound, considering. “Someday.”

“Your great grandfather? That’s pushing it a little bit.” He tucked one knee up to his chest, picking at the sole of his shoe, starting to fall apart from age. “I could help with any math stuff you end up doing, you know. I even promise not to distract you by bending over any desks.” He smirked, though it faded, wide-eyed blush taking over at Jasper’s question. “I mean, I-” He looked down and cleared his throat. “I guess I don’t know.”

“I don’t like a man with…. too much muscle.” Tristian shot the reference back easily, having seen the musical damn near every night it was open, mostly for the laugh he got from seeing his friend try to keep his composure while his boyfriend was just out of reach in those stupid golden shorts. “But yes, I know, my eyes are freakishly cool, people can’t get enough of them.” He was no stranger to compliments about his heterochromia, but that didn’t mean he was graceful about accepting them. “Y’know, that’s a long-ass time to go without being thrilled to death.” He mused, climbing into Jasper’s car without waiting for an invitation. 

Kitty!Matt - a lesson in procrastination

“Aw man, baby comes with no assembly required, I guess.” Tristian had to laugh. “Just wait until he’s old enough for Father’s Day.” He was a little fuzzy on the details of how the whole relationship worked, but no matter, he knew the important bit; Jasper was a dad, and he was happy. “Dude, if you weren’t already getting married to Alan, I’d get down on one knee right now. You won’t hear a word of complaint pass these lips, that’s for sure.”

Given that he’d been bored enough to eat goldfish off a spoon, of all things, dinner with Jasper was a welcome reprieve. Not to mention he was, of course, positively thrilled for his friend. Even jealous as he was that everything seemed to just… fall into place for Jasper, like the brunet had never worked for it at all, he could push that aside enough to be genuinely happy for him.

He took the stairs two at a time, fussing with the sleeve of his shirt, trying to roll it correctly. Fall and winter, especially, meant plenty of layers for Tristian, though he appreciated the cold weather nonetheless. “Yeah, it was really hard to tear myself away from it all, but it’s not every day your best bro has his first kid, y’know?” He grinned in return, holding his arms open for a hug. “Bring it in, dude, I can’t believe you’re a dad now!”

Tristian was like the best friend that Jasper wished he had back in high school. Jasper worked his ass off after the death of his mother to help his aunt not only provide a roof over his head, but his sister's as well. Just Tristian didn't know that. No one knew that except Alan. Things had started looking up for him the moment he came to Briarcliff and that stupid carnival that he met Alan and won that big unicorn that was their "love" child.

“Sixty-eight, actually.” Alan stuck his tongue out in Jasper’s direction, though Jasper couldn’t see him that well, given his dedication to driving. “And I have a lot of free time. I could practically teach most of the science classes this school is offering, and calculus is only fun the first time around.” He hummed, considering Jasper’s suggestion. “No kid of mine is going to grow up without being able to identify at least the zodiac constellations, that’s for sure.”

“I mean, c’mon, between Sky and Declan? I would be really surprised if he wasn’t artistically inclined.” He was practically destined for the stage, or at least the set crew, and Alan wasn’t even mad, even if he was the more math and science inclined type. “I love it.” He grinned, looking it over, before holding it up, taking a picture of Jasper to test the camera. “Maybe I’ll make a little scrapbook or something. Oh! I could make a babybook. scrapbooking is a lost art form, you know.”