Lazily aiming his pistol at a certain someoneβs head.
- need some fucking therapy.β
Jayden blinks. He was so caught-up in himself that it took him a few seconds to actually register being addressed.
βEy, youβve survived worse. Right?β
he does NOT wanna get out of bed
Jayden just stared at the Gamma. An uneasily blank look across his face as the pistol remained pointed toward her. His thumb even rubbed against the cold side of the drawn weapon. Then he laughed. An almost judgemental glint shining from his eyes.
βGirlβ¦β
The ODST holstered his pistol.
ββ¦you -
Video
Jayden blinked.
Oh yeah!
Salvador was here!
βMmm. Can you blame me?β
You? Me? Same!
staring
Jayden flashed that Cheshire grin of his, gently shaking his head. His nose gently booping Salvadorβs as he moved.
βNo. Couldnβt stopβ¦β
He paused for a second.
ββ¦thinking about stuff Iβve gotta do. What about you?β
