[ Legs spread wide and head lolling forward, he's doing the same with his network phone. Boring as fuck-all. ]
Dude, I used to have the sickest set-up. Stereo system, plasma display, xbox, tons of games. [ Jesse tosses the phone to the side and passes both hands over his face. ] Ugh.
[ He moves to stretch and accidentally bumps Travis' forehead with his knee. Oops. He shifts his hands just enough to glance down and notice the dude nodding off.
Yeah, kinda. [He scrubs at one eye with his palm. And hungry, too, but in Haven hungry is practically the status quo.]
Man, that sounds amazing... Fuck, what I wouldn't give for video games right about now. Like, one round of Mario Kart. I'd give up a big toe or something.
Or like... ... [Mumbling something unintelligible about Street Fighter, Travis trails off.
and his head drops onto Jesse's thigh.
o o p s. (good luck, he's already snoring a little bit.)]
[ Boredom is worse than hunger for Jesse, sometimes, his attention span little and his tendency towards restlessness huge. One round of Mario Kart sounds like heaven. ]
I'd give my left nut to Yao for a working television and game system, for real. [ He's about to engage a conversation about Street Fighter, having caught the mumbled bits, but --!
But that's when Travis konks out and plops his head on Jesse's thigh. Speaking of nuts. He freezes. ]
Shit, man - nah, nah, you are way too close to my zone with that.
[ This is hissed under his breath, barely louder than the snoring. He tries to, uh, give Travis' shoulder a quick shake. Will that work...?! ]
Jesse jerks his gaze towards the door, as if help may arrive through it if he looks for it. Both arms are in the air now.
911 a bro fell asleep on me and is almost touching my junk NINE ONE ONE ]
Travis! [ He yelps, prying at the arm squeezing at his thigh. Carefully. If he moves the wrong way ... ] Jesus, wake up. You're bein' a homo in your sleep!
JULES WAKE UP YOURE MAKING CHARACTERS HOMO FROM BEIJING
no jk, he's still half-asleep. lifting his head for a moment, bleary-eyed, he only manages to let go of jesse... before settling for snuggling right back against jesse's leg.
Yo! [ Shouting, Jesse decides that the best way to get Travis off -- wait no BAD INTERNAL PHRASING THERE -- the best way to shake him loose is to stand up and force him to tumble to the ground. ] You wanna nap, go do it in your bed, not on my dick.
[One moment, he's calmly dozing, his head resting comfortably on... the bed??? he doesn't really know, he just cares that it's soft.
The next, he's rolling at a sudden speed straight onto the ground, arms and legs flapping about stupidly in one last bid for balance. It doesn't work. Also, he smacks his forehead on a bedpost in the process.]
What the fuck?! [JESSE WHY I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL] What'd you do that for?
I tried to wake you up. You're one goddamn heavy sleeper. Dude? Your face was this close [ MEASURING THE DISTANCE WITH HIS FINGERS ] to my nutsack. For like, more than a full minute. Talkin' more than sixty seconds here.
[ CAN'T YOU SEE HOW HE'S THE VICTIM ]
yea he can make meth and destroy the lives of everyone he loves wait wh
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who even allowed us to rp together
Dude, I used to have the sickest set-up. Stereo system, plasma display, xbox, tons of games. [ Jesse tosses the phone to the side and passes both hands over his face. ] Ugh.
[ He moves to stretch and accidentally bumps Travis' forehead with his knee. Oops. He shifts his hands just enough to glance down and notice the dude nodding off.
A huff. ] Tired, man?
i think we should blame jules tbqh
Man, that sounds amazing... Fuck, what I wouldn't give for video games right about now. Like, one round of Mario Kart. I'd give up a big toe or something.
Or like... ... [Mumbling something unintelligible about Street Fighter, Travis trails off.
and his head drops onto Jesse's thigh.
o o p s. (good luck, he's already snoring a little bit.)]
it kinda is all her fault
I'd give my left nut to Yao for a working television and game system, for real. [ He's about to engage a conversation about Street Fighter, having caught the mumbled bits, but --!
But that's when Travis konks out and plops his head on Jesse's thigh. Speaking of nuts. He freezes. ]
Shit, man - nah, nah, you are way too close to my zone with that.
[ This is hissed under his breath, barely louder than the snoring. He tries to, uh, give Travis' shoulder a quick shake. Will that work...?! ]
blaming jules it is 8)
Travis mutters something that sounds like 'fucking Dhalsim', but doesn't budge.
No wait. He's budging. Travis snuggles closer, actually reaching out to hug his thigh in his sleep.]
jules don't give a shit about haven's zone
Jesse jerks his gaze towards the door, as if help may arrive through it if he looks for it. Both arms are in the air now.
911 a bro fell asleep on me and is almost touching my junk NINE ONE ONE ]
Travis! [ He yelps, prying at the arm squeezing at his thigh. Carefully. If he moves the wrong way ... ] Jesus, wake up. You're bein' a homo in your sleep!
JULES WAKE UP YOURE MAKING CHARACTERS HOMO FROM BEIJING
no jk, he's still half-asleep. lifting his head for a moment, bleary-eyed, he only manages to let go of jesse... before settling for snuggling right back against jesse's leg.
at least his arms aren't around it anymore???]
face in hands
Yo! [ Shouting, Jesse decides that the best way to get Travis off -- wait no BAD INTERNAL PHRASING THERE -- the best way to shake him loose is to stand up and force him to tumble to the ground. ] You wanna nap, go do it in your bed, not on my dick.
GET TRAVIS OFF I CANT BELIEV E Y OUDGJSLK
The next, he's rolling at a sudden speed straight onto the ground, arms and legs flapping about stupidly in one last bid for balance. It doesn't work. Also, he smacks his forehead on a bedpost in the process.]
What the fuck?! [JESSE WHY
I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL] What'd you do that for?and that's not all he can do with his fingers
[ CAN'T YOU SEE HOW HE'S THE VICTIM ]
yea he can make meth and destroy the lives of everyone he loves wait wh
to jesse's fingers
to jesse's nutsack
to the fingers
back to the--]
Oh my God. I gotta go to sleep, that's-- [no homo no homo no homo] Sorry. I promise I never woulda gone for your junk if I was conscious.