He opened his eyes, jumping backwards and blushing madly. "A-Ah, I-Uh-I mean-but-I-EEP!" He covered his face, his silver eyes shut tightly. "I'm never going to open my eyes again..."
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"WAIT I MEAN- You know what, nevermind..." He rubbed the back of his head nervously, stumbling as he stands. He was actually drunk, except he still had the same personality. "A-And it's Jack." he said with a smile. He stumbled into her arms.
He woke up, his vision dizzy. "S-So angels do exist...?" he said quietly
"Ugh. I always hated him. More than the jerk I compete for this body with." He literally kicked him out of the door which he left open. He shut and locked it. He passed out in front of her, the mask sliding across the floor.
He crossed his arms, turning away. "Whatever. I just want control of this body. All you're doing is making him drink more, not only hurting his body but setting me free." His face was dusted red.
Jack runs in at the sound of the thunk- He'd been drinking. "Get your fucking hands off her!" he shouted.
Isaiah backed up from her. "Oh yeah? You jealous?"
"Duh, you bitching idiot!" He ran forward, disarming him, and flipping him over.
Isaiah backed up from her. "Oh yeah? You jealous?"
"Duh, you bitching idiot!" He ran forward, disarming him, and flipping him over.
She stood slowly, after reaching for the fallen knife. She grasped it, gritting her teeth.
He stumbled constantly forward, a smirk on his face. He expected her to dash forward and attack him. He walked forward, pushing her against the wall, and grasping the knife from her hand. He had his forearm above her head and his other forearm on her stomach. He leaned closer, pinning her harder on the wall. He stared into her eyes. "Darling, you're very attractive. Why are you here?" He pulled his arm down from above her, cupping her chin in his hand. He forced her to stare back at him.
He stumbled constantly forward, a smirk on his face. He expected her to dash forward and attack him. He walked forward, pushing her against the wall, and grasping the knife from her hand. He had his forearm above her head and his other forearm on her stomach. He leaned closer, pinning her harder on the wall. He stared into her eyes. "Darling, you're very attractive. Why are you here?" He pulled his arm down from above her, cupping her chin in his hand. He forced her to stare back at him.
He was drunk, as usual.
"Hey, hun. Who are you?" he said, stumbling toward her.
"Hey, hun. Who are you?" he said, stumbling toward her.
He sat there.
And sat there.
And sat there.
He finally got up, his roommate crashing into the house. "JACK YOU ASSHOLE WHERE IS MY BREAKFAST!?"
And sat there.
And sat there.
He finally got up, his roommate crashing into the house. "JACK YOU ASSHOLE WHERE IS MY BREAKFAST!?"
He breathed heavily, sweating. He couldn't get the image out of his head. His face was completely red. Bright red.
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