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logah2016-08-03 10:05 pm
olli_lolli) wrote in logah2016-08-03 10:05 pm
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A Most Serious Talk | Closed to Jane (backdated to July 20th)
It had been a couple weeks since the near fiasco at the movies wherein Jake had pointed out a stranger's odd glow and produced one himself. Jane had said then that they were going to talk about things once they returned home, but by the time they arrived, both were too frazzled from the influx in strangers to remember to have the conversation. Only now was Jake even remembering the happening. And the only reasoning for that was a memory hitting him of a strange golden city in his dreams where he discussed a few things with his cousin, Jade.
Jake sighed as he laid in bed, contemplating how to bring it up to his girlfriend, but just decided to be blunt about it. He was terrible with these sort of things and lacked tact anyway, so what was the point in fretting over it? Resolving himself, the man sat up and got out of bed, moving into the kitchen where he knew his love would be baking, seeing as it was a rare day off for her and their summer classes had finished earlier that week.
"Janey? Can we talk about something? It's about the events at the arcade and my sheer lack of tact. We were going to talk about it afterward, but never got around to it," he reminded her, grabbing a seat at the kitchen table and reaching over to take a freshly baked cookie from the plate in front of him.
Jake sighed as he laid in bed, contemplating how to bring it up to his girlfriend, but just decided to be blunt about it. He was terrible with these sort of things and lacked tact anyway, so what was the point in fretting over it? Resolving himself, the man sat up and got out of bed, moving into the kitchen where he knew his love would be baking, seeing as it was a rare day off for her and their summer classes had finished earlier that week.
"Janey? Can we talk about something? It's about the events at the arcade and my sheer lack of tact. We were going to talk about it afterward, but never got around to it," he reminded her, grabbing a seat at the kitchen table and reaching over to take a freshly baked cookie from the plate in front of him.