i'm everyone's type

So as it turned out, parents could get pretty overbearing and clingy when you came back from the dead. And Jackson had been pretty fine with that. He'd had a weird week. He hadn't really needed to add any Fandom crap on top of it. But he'd had enough Whittemore family time by now, as well as

He'd immediately regretted his decision as soon as he'd made it to his room. Thanks to his now permanently heightened senses, he could practically smell everything that had been going on there while he'd been gone, and he was not pleased, to put it lightly. And then things just got all the more fun when someone pointed it out to him that he was supposed to be in the campgrounds with everyone else, and shuffled him off and away from the dorms.

He should have expected the sight he'd see once he made it to the campgrounds. But he hadn't. So. Staring.

"... Are you kidding me?"

A moment later, he wasn't sure why for a second he'd managed to convince himself that crawling into the bouncy castle would somehow make a difference and convince him this wasn't completely insane.

It did not.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

It was so good to be home.

[ooc: Look at me getting around to establishing this guy back on the island! Open for castlemates!]