IC Prospective: Jake English

[ficklefuckwit]

Character: Jake English!
Canon: Homestuck
Mun: Anna
Plot specific: Nnnnope.



I dont believe neytiri is going to take terribly well to me flying around on a regular basis.
She never did like it when i left the house in scotland, once she couldnt come with me anymore.
What am i going to do with her when im not a first year and can try out for quidditch? Goodness, what a predicament.
Neytiri, darling, youre the neediest feline ive ever known.
Though i suppose i havent known many.

On another topic, how long is too long for someone like myself to continually get lost in these blasted hallways?
I feel like its excusable to get lost in a new place for a period, but it feels like maybe ive been getting lost longer than i should.
Never have had the greatest sense of direction.

[[ooc; hi i meant to post this like three days ago sob.]]

Comments

[ficklefuckwit]

He was my grandmothers dog, why would i need to send him away?

Dammit dirk we are not mole people.
And if you are insinutating that i am a teenage mutant ninja turtle, im not actually a teenager yet so youre a bit off your mark.

[givesyouaboner]

Because it's creepy?

Ha. I never insinuated you were that cool, Jake.
How are the streets of Old New York?

[ficklefuckwit]

Strider please, he was a family pet. Youre being very unnecessary.

Youre really not a very pleasant individual, are you?

[givesyouaboner]

Wow hey. Don't get your panties in a twist.
It was a joke.

[ficklefuckwit]

You misunderstand my attachment to my grandmother, and by extension, her dog.
It was my own fault for not being clear.

[givesyouaboner]

I uh look
I didn't mean anyt
I'm at fault here too.
I shouldn't have said anything.

[ficklefuckwit]

I regularly forget to tell people ahead of time that i get a bit snippy when my grandmother is spoken ill of.
She died just recently, you see.
So its hardly your fault for joking when i didnt explain myself.

[givesyouaboner]

Jake.
I
I understand that.
Understand it so much I should've known better than to say anything at all.

[ficklefuckwit]

This conversation has gotten a bit heavy, hasnt it. *clears his throat*
I think we can move on to happier things, dont you?

Hows about we go about with intent to cause some form of ruckus, strider?

[givesyouaboner]

That sounds like a plan.
I heard the kitchen is near the Hufflepuff dorms.
We could get us some broschetta.
And be bros.
Maybe have some broscht.
Then we could go explore the dungeon or something.

[ficklefuckwit]

Ah, broschetta, is it? Thats rather witty, yes, i like that.
With my penchant for getting lost, could i meet you somewhere first? You seem to have a much better handle on the schools layout.

[givesyouaboner]

Hell. Fucking. Yes.
Do you think you can get to the Great Hall without hangups?

[ficklefuckwit]

Certainly!
That is actually about the only place i know the whereabouts of from just about anyplace.
Suppose its the large inviting doors and the fact that its nearly the first place i saw here.

[givesyouaboner]

It really is hard to miss it.
I'll meet you there in about ten minutes.
If you're not there by then, I'll start a search party.

[ficklefuckwit]

Ha ha, good show, chap.
Ill see you in ten, then.

[givesyouaboner]

_{[With that, Dirk closes his journal and stuffs it in his satchel. It takes but a few minutes for him to make his way out of the library and on his way to the Great Hall. He keeps his eye out for Jake the entire time.]}

[ficklefuckwit]

[Jake takes nearly the whole of his ten minutes to get down from the dormitories to the Great Hall, if mostly because he got distracted looking out one of the windows.]

[When he makes it to the Hall he's rushing a little, and nearly collides with Dirk.]

--ah, punctual as always!

[givesyouaboner]

Hell yeah.

And you didn't get lost.

_{[For this, Jake earns a fistpump.]}

[ficklefuckwit]

Not horrifically, no! I got briefly turned around at one of the hallways, but I found my way.

[He meets the fistbump with zeal, and then immediately surpasses it to swing the very same arm around Dirk's shoulders in a hug.] I'm sorry for the misunderstanding earlier, Strider, I get a little tetchy when someone seems to speak ill of my gram, you see.