well well well, if it isn't the consequences of our actions
deion // mature language // birth
02-02-2023, 10:40 PM
Jack is pissed. Actually, pissed doesn't even begin to cover it. At first she'd tried to deny it, pretend it wasn't happening. At first... at first. It was just her winter coat growing it. She was just out of shape. She must have eaten something bad. All of the things going on in her head, most of them for one reason and one reason only-- denial. So much denial. It couldn't be. She refused to believe it. Hell, it shouldn't be possible this time of year. Fuck. The antihero stormed back to the scene of the crime, unsure if he'd even still be here. If not, she'd simply have to track him down. Track him down and saddle him with the burden that she refused to carry with her. Jack would make a horrible parent, even if she did stick around. There was no reason for her to. This was his fault, and he had to do something about it. She could smell him. Jack stuck her head through the doorway of the crypt, hoping he was still inside. She caught her breath before shouting for him. "Cunt, bastard, asshole, this is all your fault," and with that, Jack sat on her haunches in the doorway. He had some shit to answer for. |
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