trick or treat
So of course, here's Jack, meandering down the corridors with a bowl of sweet candies in arm; every now and then he'd reach in blindly for one and eat it.
"Mister Ja~ack," he sings, apparently looking for that one Contractor counterpart of his - but he's just passing the music rooms here and then, perhaps looking to catch a certain someone.
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"Mister Ja~ack," he sings, apparently looking for that one Contractor counterpart of his - but he's just passing the music rooms here and then, perhaps looking to catch a certain someone.
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Jack backed away, carefully, bowing low. Oh, god, he was in trouble, he had to bolt. He'd probably have to watch his step the next couple of days or so, he had to figure out what he did wrong in the first place. "I'm sorry. I won't trouble you again."
And he quickly turned around - some part of him hoped that Glen would stop him, ask him to stay, anything - but the man's word was his personal law. The door will silently close behind him, then.