oh uh.. y-yes actually they. they want me to talk for a little while about… about influence and.. things like that. *he swallowed as he followed her; it was true. so many of his paintings were now gone, as were prints since he had taken a photo of that phone of her reading. it was a favorite, and they wanted it too so why not?* i told them i’m a little nervous and they’re pretty understanding…
they’d still like it if i talked though.
Turning her head to look at him, she tried to give him an encouraging smile. “Hey, don’t forget I’ll be there for you and you can even do that thing people supposedly do during speeches: picture everyone in their underwear.”
*all color became purple. grape man appeared. jack swallowed, slowly, and shook his head* i… i don’t… *aaaand he was suddenly seeing her in her underwear. nice. white. lacy. things. oh god. oh god oh god. he shook his head* th-that’s not a good idea at all…! *he laughs, trying to break up the awkward air*
Jack Maple 