If u don’t think she wakes him up some mornings by just climbing on his head, ur wrong.
Oh god that’s right WHI CH O N E
*he just lays down at this point. Too many doubles. Worry about ALL THE HANNAS*
It’s time to fucking find Hanna.
And got root beer.
Yup, sorry. Forgot my ID.
Ya know what?
Let’s jus’ skip th’ middle man ‘ere.
*smacks Luke on the back of the head*
Lemme look at ya, christ. Ya hurt???
*Gives him an indignant look at the smack, and just stuffs his hands in his pockets.*
*Fine meaning he can still stand on two feet. Never mind the holes burnt through his shirt sleeve and a few other choice injuries he’s not saying anything about. Pff, he’s fine.*
*sits him down and fusses over him anyway. One handed*
Can’t fuckin’ believe it I send ya out for two fuckin’ seconds an’ ya can’t even get th’ booze YA CAN SET PEOPLE ON FIRE but ya can’t get booze an’ ya can’t go out wi’ out getting hurt I swear to fuckin’ god ‘m gonna…
*goes on like this for a bit while he pulls Luke’s coat off of him to see if the burns go to his skin*
"̷P̨fft҉.͠ ̴Nooo..̷ ̸P̨u̧ppies͡ and̀ kittens ͞a̡re soo͢o ͝cu͡t̢e!"͡
"͜M͘y ͝co-̴wo͡r͘ke̕rs͜ ̢t͡h͡ręa̢ten̸ me ̧and t̸ell̴ m̷e ҉to ̀do͝ ̀t͏hi͜ngs̸ ̕I̴ don̡’̸t̵ w̴ant҉ to do̴.́ ͏L̸i̴ke̛..k͡i͠l͠l̛ ̢pe̛o͏ple.̡ I don’̧t͢ ̸w̕ant t͠o ̛kill̴ ̢péop̨le͞. B̡ut,t͞ h̕eỳ ̨s̷a͢y̧ m͟y kindness i̶s ́ba̵d̷ ̸f̶or ̷t͡he͘i͟r ̶bu҉si̢n͘es͞s.͡"
Ooookay. This was getting weirder by the second. Coworkers what the…
"An’ what business would that be?? Hidin’ under lil’ kids beds at night?"
It’s kind of a joke but he assumes he’s right with a sickening kind of dread.
He recognizes a word in this message, particularly.
C r o s s.
"͜Hm̴. Un̛l̕e̡s͟s y̧ou c̕an h̛e͡l̴p me wi̢th̸ f͢r̵e̷qu̢en̢t ͘nightm̛a̴re͞s͢ ͜án̷d̛ ̨ha͜lluc̷ìnat̀io̧ns. ͡Then ̷n͞o."̴
Jasper was indeed smiling, the grin never faltering, as if he couldn’t frown if he tried. His pointed ears gave a few flicks as he studied the man. He seemed human, which was good. It was strange for a demon to be interested in humans, but he was.
Kind of a blank stare at that.
"…YER havin’ frequent nightmares an’ hallucinations. Pffft, ‘bout what? Puppies an’ kittens?"