A Happy Face, A Happy Smile, A Happy Point Of View
Feb 19, 2015 20:17:09 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 20:17:09 GMT -5
Jackson was easily wrapped up in the spirit of things, in this case the playfulness that Finn was exhibiting. And silliness. ‘Rest in peas!?’ Why didn’t Jackson think of that!? It was so obvious! And of course, he had to jump the bandwagon and think of other ways he could use that pun. Jackson’s smile spread from ear to ear as he held up his right hand like he was praying and did a slow sign of the cross. “May peas be with you. I hope they served you well.” As in, lasted until he got a real bag of ice from home. Well, Finn said he did, because they died in the first place….hee hee, Finn was funny!
Finn’s own declaration that the two were friends – best friends, in fact – reassured Jackson a little about the relationship the two men had. Of course, if they were best friends, then they’d have no problem being close to each other like that, and it didn’t have to mean anything at all. “Best friends are nice, you’re so lucky!” he commented. “I want one! Where can I get me one of those?” His voice had a slight whine in it, but he was still smiling grandly, to show that he was definitely just playing around. Though it was still true that Jackson lacked a friendship with that kind of skinship, a person whom he was close to and trusted completely. It was his misfortune that coming to Hammel kind of ruined the chance for that with any of his old friends, some of whom he’d known since elementary school.
Jackson looked to Rue, thinking about the things they’d done together, and wondering if that meant they were close? Did it? Were they friends? Jackson would be sad if they weren’t, but were they something else too? It didn’t help that Jackson did indeed make the assumption that Rue had ‘tutored’ Finn in the same manner that he was doing with Jackson. Did that mean that if he kept with it, he and Rue could become that close too eventually? He hoped so. Jackson didn’t want to grow distant or estranged from the older man as time inevitably passed. In fact, he didn’t want to be separated from him much at all. If that meant continuing on with the things they were doing in private, then….Jackson was okay with that.
If he stuck around long enough…maybe he and Finn could become good friends as well? Jackson would like that. He was so much fun, a little strange, and incredibly silly. If Jackson knew him better then he would express himself with a giant hug shared between both of them. Unfortunately, Jackson was apprehensive about doing that just with Rue, so the chances of it happening with Finn were even smaller.
They could still have fun together, though. “Ha ha ha! Target practice!” he hollered, kneeling down to scoop up yet another ball of snow. “Butt ball!” How did he come up with these things? Jackson was giggling like made and preparing to throw another at Rue, hoping that Finn would join in, but then…Finn threw the ball at Jackson instead! “Ahh! Traitor! You’ve officially betrayed the butt-ball society! I’ll get you for that!” Jackson shouted this all to a Finn that was already running away. If that’s how he wanted to play it…. Jackson popped to his feet, ball in hand, and dashed after Finn, straight past Rue no doubt. “Get back here! Fiend!” He chucked the ball at his retreating target, narrowly missing the man-child’s feet. Jackson was quick to drop down for another handful of snow and then back up to continue the chase.
Finn’s own declaration that the two were friends – best friends, in fact – reassured Jackson a little about the relationship the two men had. Of course, if they were best friends, then they’d have no problem being close to each other like that, and it didn’t have to mean anything at all. “Best friends are nice, you’re so lucky!” he commented. “I want one! Where can I get me one of those?” His voice had a slight whine in it, but he was still smiling grandly, to show that he was definitely just playing around. Though it was still true that Jackson lacked a friendship with that kind of skinship, a person whom he was close to and trusted completely. It was his misfortune that coming to Hammel kind of ruined the chance for that with any of his old friends, some of whom he’d known since elementary school.
Jackson looked to Rue, thinking about the things they’d done together, and wondering if that meant they were close? Did it? Were they friends? Jackson would be sad if they weren’t, but were they something else too? It didn’t help that Jackson did indeed make the assumption that Rue had ‘tutored’ Finn in the same manner that he was doing with Jackson. Did that mean that if he kept with it, he and Rue could become that close too eventually? He hoped so. Jackson didn’t want to grow distant or estranged from the older man as time inevitably passed. In fact, he didn’t want to be separated from him much at all. If that meant continuing on with the things they were doing in private, then….Jackson was okay with that.
If he stuck around long enough…maybe he and Finn could become good friends as well? Jackson would like that. He was so much fun, a little strange, and incredibly silly. If Jackson knew him better then he would express himself with a giant hug shared between both of them. Unfortunately, Jackson was apprehensive about doing that just with Rue, so the chances of it happening with Finn were even smaller.
They could still have fun together, though. “Ha ha ha! Target practice!” he hollered, kneeling down to scoop up yet another ball of snow. “Butt ball!” How did he come up with these things? Jackson was giggling like made and preparing to throw another at Rue, hoping that Finn would join in, but then…Finn threw the ball at Jackson instead! “Ahh! Traitor! You’ve officially betrayed the butt-ball society! I’ll get you for that!” Jackson shouted this all to a Finn that was already running away. If that’s how he wanted to play it…. Jackson popped to his feet, ball in hand, and dashed after Finn, straight past Rue no doubt. “Get back here! Fiend!” He chucked the ball at his retreating target, narrowly missing the man-child’s feet. Jackson was quick to drop down for another handful of snow and then back up to continue the chase.