Room 222, Saturday Afternoon
Dec. 21st, 2013 08:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nomoresportscarsJackson had had a very trying couple of days since Jim had come back from Haiti or wherever he'd been. Mostly because there was now an orangey cat living in their room, and that cat seemed to love nothing more than hissing at Jackson.
It was probably a werewolf thing, but he wouldn't have put it past Jim and his little girlfriend to have taught Mr. Moxy to hate him specifically for funsies.
And now, on top of that, there appeared to be a bunch of mistletoe plastered along his arm. So he was glaring at it in a mirror. "What the hell is this?"
[ooc: Open door, open post.]
It was probably a werewolf thing, but he wouldn't have put it past Jim and his little girlfriend to have taught Mr. Moxy to hate him specifically for funsies.
And now, on top of that, there appeared to be a bunch of mistletoe plastered along his arm. So he was glaring at it in a mirror. "What the hell is this?"
[ooc: Open door, open post.]
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Date: 2013-12-21 11:41 pm (UTC)"People in Beacon Hills would kill to do what you just did."
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Date: 2013-12-21 11:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-22 12:01 am (UTC)Except maybe Danny. Although Jackson maintained he was just pretending not to think Jackson was his type.
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Date: 2013-12-22 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
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