07-03-2015, 05:49 PM
After a few test steps, Jay took a proper walk around the room. He stomped. He kicked. He did a lunge. "This is incredible. I won't even hold it against you for waiting so long!"
His smirk turned into a shrug as he thought about what the voodoo felt like. At least, he hoped that's what Vanders meant. His gaze distanced itself as he thought. "Uhh. I don't know. Cold I guess. Uncomfortable. A little painful actually, but in a good way."
He regretted putting it that way as soon as he said it. If it was anyone but Vanders, he'd probably get shit for it for weeks. Least, if the stakes were reversed, Jay wouldn't let someone live it down.
"I think I could sleep for twelve hours straight."
Considering he was lucky to get a couple good hours of shut eye, that was saying something. "And kind of familiar. Like magic healing voodoo deja vu."
He immediately waved the thought away. "Though that doesn't make any sense. I'm pretty sure I've never done that before."
He laughed.
Knocking and the door opened to admit the last person he expected to see. Jay remembered her, definitely. How could he not? Granted, he hadn't thought about her since seeing her, but now that Lawrence was standing there, it seemed like she was the only thing that should be occupying his mind the entire time. The way this woman stood, her smirk, even the ornery gleam in her eye reminded him of Natalie, which was dumb. The two women were nothing alike. Maybe it was the way they held themselves. Like the room was suppose to revolve around them. And in a way that they deserved.
She noticed his leg, so he immediately buckled his weight and limped back to the sleeping pallet on the floor. Actually, it felt great to sit down. If he had a pillow, he'd be plopping the back of his head on it right then. "Yeah. I'm feeling a bit better."
She'd already seen the cast, so there was no point hiding it. "Glad to get that damned thing off."
But she was there to talk to Vanders. How much had she heard of his answer? It couldn't have made any sense to her. Thankfully Vanders got to deal with it.
His smirk turned into a shrug as he thought about what the voodoo felt like. At least, he hoped that's what Vanders meant. His gaze distanced itself as he thought. "Uhh. I don't know. Cold I guess. Uncomfortable. A little painful actually, but in a good way."
He regretted putting it that way as soon as he said it. If it was anyone but Vanders, he'd probably get shit for it for weeks. Least, if the stakes were reversed, Jay wouldn't let someone live it down.
"I think I could sleep for twelve hours straight."
Considering he was lucky to get a couple good hours of shut eye, that was saying something. "And kind of familiar. Like magic healing voodoo deja vu."
He immediately waved the thought away. "Though that doesn't make any sense. I'm pretty sure I've never done that before."
He laughed.
Knocking and the door opened to admit the last person he expected to see. Jay remembered her, definitely. How could he not? Granted, he hadn't thought about her since seeing her, but now that Lawrence was standing there, it seemed like she was the only thing that should be occupying his mind the entire time. The way this woman stood, her smirk, even the ornery gleam in her eye reminded him of Natalie, which was dumb. The two women were nothing alike. Maybe it was the way they held themselves. Like the room was suppose to revolve around them. And in a way that they deserved.
She noticed his leg, so he immediately buckled his weight and limped back to the sleeping pallet on the floor. Actually, it felt great to sit down. If he had a pillow, he'd be plopping the back of his head on it right then. "Yeah. I'm feeling a bit better."
She'd already seen the cast, so there was no point hiding it. "Glad to get that damned thing off."
But she was there to talk to Vanders. How much had she heard of his answer? It couldn't have made any sense to her. Thankfully Vanders got to deal with it.
Only darkness shows you the light.