@l1ghts_camera Way too fast. But neither of them see to be healthy people to start with.
“Don’t flirt with Marc because I’ll punch him and if I punch him, I’m punching me.” That’s… not a normal sentence.
@l1ghts_camera Jake would have argued, but it was August’s decision in the end.
“Well, I’m just sayin’ that, if you need me, I’m there. Steven and Marc could do with a scare now and then.” He toys with August’s blonde locks, distracting himself from the need for a cigarette.
@l1ghts_camera “Just bunk with me for a while.” Jake shrugged, as though that was such a normal thing to offer someone you’ve known for a month.
“Save some money. Besides, I’m hardly there in the first place.”
@l1ghts_camera He then went into a flurry of complaints in Spanish, throwing his arms up in defeat. Ignore him, he’s barking - he won’t bite.
“When are you selling this place anyway?”
@l1ghts_camera “It’s fine, no one will know, look,” Jake pulls a cushion and puts it on top to cover the hole. “See? Nothing wrong, so you can’t be mad at me.”
Jake then proceeds to light another cigarette… whilst sat on the sofa.
@l1ghts_camera “Mi amor, ¡hace demasiado frío afuera! No quiero congelarme las pelotas.”
Jake protests dramatically - he licks his thumb and rubs the mark as though that would erase the hole he’d made.
@l1ghts_camera There was a strong sense of dread. Jake didn’t like the situation at all, August wasn’t supposed to be involved in Khonshu shit. But here they were.
He stood from the rubble and brushed the dirt from his suit. “Find some cover.”