Jack turned his head from where he was sat on his bed, cast still on his leg. At least now he could turn his head, and they were back home…“W-what?” he asked, face turning purple. “I’m w-what??”
She giggled, sitting next to him and kissed his blushing cheek. “He challenged me today to try to win you and we played Rock Paper Scissors. Whoever won got you. I’m naturally the master at the game so I won and he lamented that he lost the man of his dreams.”
She watched for his reaction, trying to see what he thought considering he didn’t really like Metro Man.
“B. But I’ve only met him twice! O-once, I must remind you, was when he had his paws all over you…!” he spluttered, face still well and truly set to ‘purple’ at this little bit of news.
Really, Metro Man liked him? Like that? But why? How?
Jack Maple 