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[infomodder]

"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone, previous contact post can be found here ]

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[heisenbitch]

[ Meet the gang again. And just like that, Jesse suddenly gets a very surreal, uneasy sense of feeling like he's stepped inside someone else's skin, someone who is supposed to be him, yet is someone else entirely at the same time. This, thinks Jesse with gnawing dread twisting about in his stomach as he follows the man up the path towards the house, must be what old people with dementia feel like: Misplaced, unfathomably lost, slotted into some time and place where they know they're supposed to fit in somehow but have no recollection how.

The house he's led into is, at the very least, cosy. Definitely homey. Standing on the other side of the threshold once he enters the door, Jesse gazes around quickly, taking in the warmth and the comforting faint scent of coffee. His gaze falls onto the man, then, and Jesse pinches his lips into a tight, grateful little smile while awkwardly slotting his hands into his jeans pockets. ]

Thanks. Y'know, for meeting me at such short notice. You, uh... [ His gaze drifts off towards the living room, aimless and unsettled, while he tries keeping his tone light and airy. It's not entirely convincing; there's something strained in his voice, like something deep down inside him is trying to choke him with panic, or nerves. ] You got a real nice place. It's all, like, super spacious and homey and... stuff.