day 7 | jack and angel

[jackhole]

[ okay so, rhys told angel they should meet for breakfast the day before and he still holds to that, wanting to do something nice for her after such a rough... everything. when he gets up in the morning, he's not quite sure if he should go to her directly or sort of... wait to see if he runs into her instead. so he finds himself waffling a little, hanging around in the atrium to see if he can find her first.

this probably means he's going to run into some other people he DIDN'T expect to meet though (jack, probably. it's jack) and so that'll happen too. either way, whichever one he spots first will have a slightly frazzled looking rhys approaching them with a -- ]

Hey, breakfast?

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[jackhole]

[ angel, you are such a sport and rhys just looks absolutely delighted as she plays along -- which in turn probably just makes it obvious he's doing nothing more than trying to play jack for the fool here. which is super duper not going to work. but seriously, no one ever goes along with his plans! he loves this!

he looks over at jack then, dopey smile still on his face even as jack bursts the bubble and offers them food regardless. this, rhys thinks, is an excellent morning already (aside from the whole EYEBALL THING but you know). at jack's insult, he blinks and looks at angel. ]

Is he -- is he calling me fat? I'm not fat, am I? I can't be fat.

[ just gonna look down at his extremely flat stomach here. remember who has dad bod and who has twink bod, jack. remember that. ]

I am super not fat, we're just, uh. [ a pause and he scrambles for something to say, back to looking at angel for help. ] We're just poor... passing... travelers? Looking for food and shelter?

[ why won't anyone roleplay with him ]

And cheese on your burritos.