spitting blood into the sink. there’s more on their face. their side.

//I wanted BATHTIME 😤 /lh

shower time, then.

loud, wracking coughs. is he…crying?

apology first, then a shower..? maybe?

j’remiah..?

“‘m sorry. I didn’t- realize I got hit…”

they swallowed, took a few steps closer. their nose had clearly been bleeding, and they were clutching at their side.

blinking back tears, jack tugged up his shirt. the cut on his side wasn’t deep, but it was long. “not great at dodging.”

it took a moment for jack to follow, but ey did, shuffling in behind the other. “sorry about the sheets…”

“…okay.” so much thinking, so much hesitation, and that was all he said in response. he didn’t know what else he /could/ say about it. strange situations. “we’re showering together?”

“‘s fine, I just…I’ve never showered with anyone. I might be kinda weird.” jack sniffed, pressed one hand up against his temple. “…don’t go. please.”

where does jerome keep the weed…

…what?

what are you mumbling about.

//ghost notif rahhh

mmf.

dude, we’re getting the band back together [ guitar riff ]

yo.

at least?? that’s so many miles.