What? He didn't think Jesper would disagree with his statements, did he?

It really isn't. Finally tired of standing up, Jesper grabs a chair and drags it to the corner, where he can sit down observing Wylan doing his doodles and also keep an eye in his guns.

|| That sounds perfect. I love books, and plants, and definitely having nice quotes up on the wall is an aesthetic I appreciate. It has its advantages, too, of course, but yeah, I could do with more breaks.

That's fine with him. Jesper looks back at the fairer haired bomb maker, his expression is not exactly set on a smile, but it's close enough. "I don't know what to say."

"Were you just about to claim my guns are yours?" He only pretends to give Wylan a menacing look, but in fact he is amused by his slip of the tongue. He even wonders what brought that about.

|| I just wanna say that you all are very beautiful.

"I'm not so sure you're telling the truth there, Mr. Van Eck." Amusement is dancing is his eyes as he sees the embarrassment his words brought upon Wylan. Was he really /that/ shy?

Why is it that everytime he comes back people are talking about food? Also, save some for him.

|| Spare plots and interactions.

He is unnecessarily practicing his aim. Approach with caution.

⠀ ⠀ ‘𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.’ ⠀ ‘𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 ⠀ 𝘨𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴,’ 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘕𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢. ⠀

|| I'll do replies soon.