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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 18:50:49 GMT -5
Jake shrugged. "I'll wing it. It's what I do best."
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 18:54:56 GMT -5
Tyler shook his head, “No, I need to know what we’re doing about my dad.” He insisted, biting his lip even harder. He fidgeted nervously as well.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 18:57:11 GMT -5
"..Ya know what we could do, is I could probably do a pretty good impression of you. I could pose as you for a little bit when your dad gets home and he'd likely be too drunk to notice." Jake said. It sounded like a good plan to him.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 18:58:57 GMT -5
Tyler growled, “No!” He practically yelled, “I-I think...” he looked like he was about to say something terrible and disgusting, “I-I should... t-talktothepolice. H-He’s becoming a d-danger to himself.” He stared at the ground, tears in his eyes.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 19:01:01 GMT -5
"Okay, whatever you think we should do." Jake said with a nod. He heard a car pull into the driveway. "My mom's home."
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 19:02:19 GMT -5
Tyler took a shaky breath, wiping his eyes. He wiped off the blood with his jacket, and suddenly he looked like he usually did, sans the massive bruise on his jaw.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 19:04:47 GMT -5
Jake glanced up as his mom walked in the door, wearing her white lab coat. "Hey Mom."
{{How hard do you have to bite your lip to draw blood? I can't do it.}}
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 19:06:04 GMT -5
( very hard. It’s possible if you aren’t thinking about it. If you are, you really can’t. Your mind won’t let you. It’s like how you CAN physically bite off your pinkie with the same force you’d use biting a carrot, but your mind doesn’t let you bite hard enough )
“Hi, Mrs. English.” Tyler greeted with a weak smile.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 19:08:13 GMT -5
{{Oh geez.}}
"Hello, boys." Mrs. English waved before heading up the stairs.
Jake sighed in relief when his om was out of earshot. "Usually she can tell when something's wrong."
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 19:11:02 GMT -5
Tyler nodded, “She’s a mom... of course she can...” His eyes darkened, and he turned away.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 19:12:02 GMT -5
"D-Do you want to use my phone...?" Jake asked.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 19:13:04 GMT -5
Tyler forced a weak nod.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 19:15:07 GMT -5
Jake handed him the phone before sitting down on the couch.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 19:17:29 GMT -5
Tyler dialed the number, and explained everything.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 19:18:26 GMT -5
Jake started falling asleep for no reason other than plot.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 19:24:40 GMT -5
Tyler sat down next to Jake, curling into a ball, tears rolling down his cheeks.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 19:30:20 GMT -5
Jake had fallen completely asleep, leaning halfway off the arm of the couch.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 19:30:57 GMT -5
Tyler stayed silent.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 19:39:29 GMT -5
Jake looked like he was about to fall off the couch.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 19:41:57 GMT -5
Ty leaned over and gently pulled John closer.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 19:43:28 GMT -5
{{Lol you just called him John.}}
Jake flopped over on Ty's lap.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 19:45:24 GMT -5
( sorry. I’m so tired )
Tyler smiled weakly, gently stroking his fingers through Jake’s hair.
[ want to have some mother x Tyler bonding time? ]
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 19:47:24 GMT -5
{{Depends. Which mother?}}
Jake smiled softly in his sleep.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 19:48:40 GMT -5
( Jake’s )
Tyler sighed heavily, but continued to gently stroke Jake’s dark hair.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 19:51:54 GMT -5
{{Sure, but I'm not typing out Mrs. English the entire time.}}
Jake's mom decided to come down the stairs at that moment.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 19:54:31 GMT -5
[ name her ]
Tyler continued to gently stroke Jake’s hair, staring off into nothingness.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 19:55:54 GMT -5
{{Jenna. Lol I'm using ALL the js.}}
Jenna sat down next to Tyler. "What's wrong, kiddo?"
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 19:56:20 GMT -5
Tyler jumped, “Oh, uh... my dad..” he mumbled softly.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 13, 2018 20:53:09 GMT -5
"Do you want to talk about it?" Jenna asked gently.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 13, 2018 20:55:45 GMT -5
Tyler sighed softly, “Yeah, sure...”
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