"I am not a jock!" Jack protested, trying his damnedest to look affronted. "I sleep fine thank you, Billie's the one that wakes up at every little sound ever. We had a raccoon in the garage, other side of the house from her? She comes runnin' into my room screaming, tellin' me to mace it's furry little ass. Weirdest kid in the world, swear to Christ."
He laughed at the memory of his tiny, and blonde, baby sister standing by his bed and demanding he slaughter an innocent woodland creature because she was afraid of it.
"And it ain't pathetic. We all live at home, too. Don't expect to be movin' out any time soon either. Case'd never get to class, Colby'd never get outta bed, B'd never fuckin' eat." He shrugged, such was life.
He was still struck by her accent, it just added to how beautiful she was -- the down home Detroit slang with the wackiest British shit mixed in. No one from Detroit said bloody unless they were talking about a gang fight and here she was, spitting it out all willy-nilly.
God it was... Abort train of thought, Mosse, a-fucking-bort.
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He laughed at the memory of his tiny, and blonde, baby sister standing by his bed and demanding he slaughter an innocent woodland creature because she was afraid of it.
"And it ain't pathetic. We all live at home, too. Don't expect to be movin' out any time soon either. Case'd never get to class, Colby'd never get outta bed, B'd never fuckin' eat." He shrugged, such was life.
He was still struck by her accent, it just added to how beautiful she was -- the down home Detroit slang with the wackiest British shit mixed in. No one from Detroit said bloody unless they were talking about a gang fight and here she was, spitting it out all willy-nilly.
God it was... Abort train of thought, Mosse, a-fucking-bort.