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tramitem_log2021-02-18 03:52 pm
sublimelymagnificentblitz) wrote in tramitem_log2021-02-18 03:52 pm
ObJECHTionable Behavior
Who: The Great Jecht
What: Hearts shenanigans!
When: February 14 (backdated, gasp!)
Where: Honestly pretty much anywhere it's convenient
Warnings: Jecht can be an idiot?
It's Time to D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DUEEEEEL
Maybe it's a coffee shop. Maybe it's a restaurant. But there you were, minding your own business, when suddenly --
WHACK! A beefy hand slaps down a piece of paper on the table or counter. When Jecht lifted it away, he revealed a large # on the paper -- with an X scrawled in the upper-left, and a pencil still rocking slightly from the force of his dynamic entry.
"Your move," he said, aggressively claiming the nearest seat.
Who Wouldn't Want To Know a Football Star
"Well, I'll be damned!"
That's all the warning Jecht offered before he strolled right up, getting ready to fling an arm companionably around his long-lost friend. A sensible person might stop to ask himself a few pertinent questions right then and there, or maybe at least be a little circumspect or reserved.
Guess how much sense Jecht had. Just guess.
"How the hell long has it been? All the technology and stuff today and two people can still lose touch."
Hay Gurl Hay (closed to Yoyo)
The door to Jecht's place was unlocked, of course. He never bothered to lock it when he was home, 'cept at night. But instead of out in the pool or even kicked back watching some TV, when Yotsuyu came in she'd find him sprawled on the couch, in shorts and shirtless, with one arm over his head and the other flat on the ground. And the house was oddly cool, for all that.
"Uuugh," he said, by way of a hello.
What: Hearts shenanigans!
When: February 14 (backdated, gasp!)
Where: Honestly pretty much anywhere it's convenient
Warnings: Jecht can be an idiot?
It's Time to D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DUEEEEEL
Maybe it's a coffee shop. Maybe it's a restaurant. But there you were, minding your own business, when suddenly --
WHACK! A beefy hand slaps down a piece of paper on the table or counter. When Jecht lifted it away, he revealed a large # on the paper -- with an X scrawled in the upper-left, and a pencil still rocking slightly from the force of his dynamic entry.
"Your move," he said, aggressively claiming the nearest seat.
Who Wouldn't Want To Know a Football Star
"Well, I'll be damned!"
That's all the warning Jecht offered before he strolled right up, getting ready to fling an arm companionably around his long-lost friend. A sensible person might stop to ask himself a few pertinent questions right then and there, or maybe at least be a little circumspect or reserved.
Guess how much sense Jecht had. Just guess.
"How the hell long has it been? All the technology and stuff today and two people can still lose touch."
Hay Gurl Hay (closed to Yoyo)
The door to Jecht's place was unlocked, of course. He never bothered to lock it when he was home, 'cept at night. But instead of out in the pool or even kicked back watching some TV, when Yotsuyu came in she'd find him sprawled on the couch, in shorts and shirtless, with one arm over his head and the other flat on the ground. And the house was oddly cool, for all that.
"Uuugh," he said, by way of a hello.
HAY GURL
"What is wrong with you? Train too hard?" She hadn't brought anything with her--though if she had a beverage, it was likely she'd have simply doused him with it. Nevermind she'd likely be unwittingly helping...
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