Zaney. :D We also soap?
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Thread Topic: Zaney. :D We also soap?
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im laughing so hard omgg
Jasper continued to following the older man, having to walk a bit faster than him since his legs were shorter than Kyland's. He hummed in response, adjusting the bag on his shoulders. He looked around at the scenery which wasn't much but a few buildings and some trees. He made a mental note what was around him so that he could draw it later. -
yesss xD
brb i need a shower
Once he came to the next end of the street, he plowed through a right, coming up on an alley to his right. He stopped, waiting to be sure that Jaspar was nearby. Shoving his hand inside of his pocket, he scrambled to get his keys. He pulled them from his pocket and clicked to unlock the doors of the vehicle, which was a jet black, 2011 Dodge Charger. It was in incredibly good condition, nothing appearing to be out of the ordinary. He wasn't a car junkie, but one thing about him was that his car had to be absolutely spotless as much of the time as possible. It was one of the kinks about him. The only thing that he had ever taken into the car were bottles of water, and even then, he was sure not to leave them on the sleek leather seats. A honk sounded to alert him that the car was unlocked and ready to enter. -
back ayy
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dead ayy
Jasper was right behind the man and almost fell into him when he stopped, sucking in a breath before taking a step back. He looked over the car that was Kyland's with wide eyes. "This..This is a really nice car." Jasper's parents had gotten him some old truck when he was sixteen but he almost never drove it. He enjoyed walking places and enjoying the smell of fresh air rather than sitting in one place with the smell of oil. -
im at my f--- ass aunt's house yo
Kyland blushed in the slightest respect. He wasn't ever exactly around people like that, so he didn't receive compliments as such. It was about his car, of course, but it meant something to him. He nodded, "I really take care of it." He went to the front door, also mentioning, "Hop right on in." -
i was at my aunt's earlier yo, kept asking where my girlfriend was at lool
Jasper opened the door to the passenger side and slid into the clean seat, closing the door gently behind him. The inside was just as clean as the outside, the complete opposite of Jasper's truck. His truck was filled with crumpled up sketches and empty smoothie bottles. Jasper slid his bag off of his shoulders and carefully placed it at his feet before buckling quickly. -
dear god xD
Kyland slipped into the driver's side seat, closing the door quietly. He placed his key inside of the engine, turning it to allow the sound of a perfect engine to rev. He adjusted his mirrors, grabbing a CD from the middle console. It was "Dark Before Dawn" by Breaking Benjamin, which he slid into the CD player. The intro sounded and he turned the volume reasonably low so that it wad audible but not earsplitting. He turned the heat on to low in order to allow some comforting air to spread. "Now, the only thing about my driving is that on empty, non city roads...I speed a little. But I'll try not to." He pulled out of the alley, joining traffic. -
i was just like "uhm has anyone tried the ham the ham is gr8"
Jasper unzipped his bag as the older man talked, pulling out his phone and opening his messages. He frowned when the saw almost twenty messages from his mom, some recent and some from earlier, all of them asking if he was okay and where he was at. His mother was super protective like that. He pressed the call button and brought the phone up to his ear. "I don't mind, I guess. The speeding," Jasper said with the click of his tongue. His mom picked up after a few beats, her worried voice filling his ear. Jasper sighed as he listened to her ramble about how worried she had been. "Mom, I'm fine. What, no? I'm not drugged. No, haven't smoked. I'll be home soon, alright?" After a short lecture about how he needed to check in with her more, he hung up, tossing his phone back into his bag with a huff. -
Omfg what they were all like
OH
U LIKE HAM
U MUST BE GaAaYyyy
He made the executive decision to keep his mouth closed so as to avoid any problems. Teasing people in a playful manner was something he would do for fun only once he had gotten to know them for some time. This person, he thought, would most likely not appreciate his tiny, endearing jabs. He puffed out a breath of air as he came to a stop behind a beaten up Camry. He unbuttoned the rest of his suit's jacket, peeling it off and putting it over his legs. He was left in his black button down, which felt much beter than the seemingly too-tight jacket. He wiped a drop of sweat from his brow, gritting his teeth. He had grown hungrier over the short time period. -
whY canT u just LIKE turkEY zaNEEE like uR couSin jiMMyyy!
Jasper didn't say anything for a little while, resting his head against the window of the car. He clicked his tongue a few times before speaking up and asking the older a question. "So, what do you do for a living?" He asked, actually curious. It was kinda odd for someone to have a nice car and wear pretty nice clothing but still have time to help a lost stranger out. -
HOLY s--- xD
Kyland turned the wheel once the traffic lightened up to an extent, executing his turn smoothly and well, something not so typical in city driving with all of the road rage. The question reached his ears and he bit down on the inside of his cheek. It wasn't something that people usually asked him. He had picked up a wonderfully paid job at a psychology clinic despite not having a full PhD. He was able to get in through connections with a few of the people who worked there previously. Along with that, he was studying to become a full psychologist. "I work at a psychology clinic near where I live. It's called The Clinic At 63rd. They pay me well, thankfully." -
yaaas you're awake ^w^
Adjusting the beanie on his head, Jasper nodded slowly. It made sense, he supposed. Psychologist do get paid good money for what they do if their job well. He could imagine that Kyland would make a good psychologist, seeing as he was kind enough to help someone he didn't even know. Jasper just assumed that this wasn't the first time he had done something like this. No, Jasper was not special. Not at all. Jasper picked at a cut he had gotten on his hand from cutting out graph paper, humming absentmindedly. The silence was a bit awkward in his opinion, but he could live with it. It was the most he could do for such a kind person. Who was he to complain? -
yaaaas i stays awake for my football
Kyland almost felt bad for his lack of speech, and so he asked, "So, do you draw often?" He was interested in the matter as he was always crazed about observing artwork and things of the sort. He pulled onto a road where there appeared to be no cars, and he could feel his foot pressing down just a bit more. The speed obviously increased, but only by ten miles per hour at the most. He sniffed in, keeping an eye out for any sudden vehicles or humans or animals. He didn't need an accident on his hands. He was an incredibly safe driver, and he was probably one of the most trustworthy people to drive with. Skipping through two of the songs on the CD that he had put in previously, he patiently waited fot a response. -
Jasper smiled at the question and nodded his head quickly in response. "Yes, actually. I don't really have a job and haven't gone to college just yet. I spend most of my days in numerous places drawing scenery. That's what I like to draw mostly, you know. Flowers, trees, building, any kind of creature. I draw people sometimes, too. I might become an art teacher when I decided to go to college.." He would have said more but quickly realized he had said too much to a stranger. Well, were they really strangers anymore? He knew the guy's name and was in his car, going to his house even. Jasper fiddled with his hands nervously. "Sorry, rambling." -
HI ZANEY O
He nodded in understanding, his grin spreading once more due to his interest in the other's going on and on. "No, don't apologize. No one should ever feel bad about talking about something they love. That's really great, though. What college do you have in mind?" He thought that that maybe wasn't an ideal question, but he shrugged it off. He was only attempting to become aware of more about the 'stranger'. The sign for the lovely apartment complex came up on his left, and he smoothly turned into it. The complex was relatively better than most of the complexes in New York, appearing to be sleek and modern with big glass windows in a majority of them and a bright white brick around for the actual building itself.
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