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I am fine to put your gun to my life
[WHO:] Jesse and Jesse
[WHERE:] House 13
[WHEN:] Day 80
[WHAT:] After hearing about the showdown between Pinkman and Ghoul? Finch has got a few things to air out.
[NOTES:] idk warning for pinkman in general
Christ, he's down to his last couple of cigarettes. Shit went fast when he didn't watch himself, but he wasn't used to having to whittle it all down like he had to here - there wasn't any damn corner store he could drop by. There should have been.
One of his last few ones is propped into his mouth where he sits on the couch, sprinkling ash on his sketchbook in his lap - he has to keep brushing it off intermittently, mumbling curses around the cigarette. Jesse's clad in his boxers and a way too big t-shirt, but, whatever, it's laundry time and he hasn't picked up this book in too long with his visit back home. Not that anything's coming out besides a page of incredibly concentrated polka dots.
He's bent over the page and nearly burning a hole into it when there's a knock, doesn't even bother to look up from what he's doing. It's not like it's locked. It's not like it can lock. "It's open!" he calls like usual.
[WHERE:] House 13
[WHEN:] Day 80
[WHAT:] After hearing about the showdown between Pinkman and Ghoul? Finch has got a few things to air out.
[NOTES:] idk warning for pinkman in general
Christ, he's down to his last couple of cigarettes. Shit went fast when he didn't watch himself, but he wasn't used to having to whittle it all down like he had to here - there wasn't any damn corner store he could drop by. There should have been.
One of his last few ones is propped into his mouth where he sits on the couch, sprinkling ash on his sketchbook in his lap - he has to keep brushing it off intermittently, mumbling curses around the cigarette. Jesse's clad in his boxers and a way too big t-shirt, but, whatever, it's laundry time and he hasn't picked up this book in too long with his visit back home. Not that anything's coming out besides a page of incredibly concentrated polka dots.
He's bent over the page and nearly burning a hole into it when there's a knock, doesn't even bother to look up from what he's doing. It's not like it's locked. It's not like it can lock. "It's open!" he calls like usual.
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Yeah, well, he ain't no Superman. "Don't wear no underwear outside my pants like a total f," faggot, he cuts off, changes his mind to, "asshole either." He almost sighs when he scratches at his cheek, thinks it over in his head. "'Sides, last I checked? Colonel Facepoker?" He leans in a little, like it's a secret. "Didn't do too much, uh. Actual. Facepoking." But Colonel Glassgetter just doesn't have the same ring to it.
Not to mention that it can kind of work for an awkward double entendre for him, and he'd rather avoid that.
"What's Captain Dreamlord's powers anyway?"