Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ sᴘᴀɴɴᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ (closed)

[stations]

who: Jack Townsend & Co.
what: catch-all
where: thorne; the horizon
when: december
warnings: mental health issues, drug abuse

Lᴇᴛ's ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ, ɢɪʀʟ
Wᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴ' ᴜᴘ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴ' ᴜᴘ
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[stations]

( Jack very nearly asks why would anyone want a bag of worms? but then considers who it is he's talking to, and opts to disregard the question. It's Jerry. The inner machinations of Jerry's mind are an enigma, and he has long since accepted it.

He leans over Kyle's direction gently, carefully, just close enough to get a vantage point that he can see down into the bag.

He's braced to be disgusted, expecting the same kind of earth worms they sell for bait or something. Instead, he gets... )

Aw, they're cute.

( Props to Jerry for that. Oh, you know what- )

Hey, maybe you should give them to Rousma.

( Evidently Jack's getting a little fond of Kyle's sister-dog. )

[marlbro]

Yes, obviously. They're worm on a string, man. Classic.

[ Jerry pulls one out too, giving it a little shake and wiggle with a sort of huh? huh?? face and another eyebrow raise. C'mon, dude. These things are hilarious. ]

See? Jack gets it.

...What's a Rousma?

[ushiri]

[ He hands to bag to Jack. Jerry's enthusiasm over his joke is kind of adorable, but Kyle isn't sure if he's missing something here, so he just sort of... smiles back at him, nodding. Yes, of course he gets it.

At Rousma's name, though, his brow furrows for a second before he offers a kind of explanation: ]

She lives in my domain. Maybe you'll meet her sometime.

[ He glances at Jack, frowning slightly. He's protective of Rousma and Jerry is... so much. ]

[stations]

( So, here's the thing: Jack isn't great at picking up on subtle social cues. He does spot the frown, he does pick up some kind of vibe, but it doesn't occur to him that he should drop the subject.

To Jerry: )

She's Kyle's not-dog.

( And then a quick swap to Kyle, reassuringly: )

It's okay. Jerry's my best friend, you can trust him. I know he seems like a lot. ( A beat. ) Because- well. He is. But he's good, I swear.

[marlbro]

Cool.

[ He doesn't follow this up with any questions, though he does look somewhat impressed. Definitely interested, eyeing Kyle expectantly. ]

Thanks, bud. I love dogs.

And... not-dogs.

[ He is assuming one is about to appear any moment now. ]

[ushiri]

She's not really -

[ It's complicated. He gives both of them a slightly exasperated look, then shakes his head.

To both of them: ]

Bring the worms, and nachos to my domain. Next time.

[ With that he slashes a tear in the fabric of reality and jumps through, closing it behind him.

An easy out from awkward conversations. ]