[Jack bangs hard on the glass, yelling Glen's name, and then he slides down it and starts to sob.]
[ooc: ALL THE HUGS Might, yes ;; I'll be taking a hiatus first, mid-May, but if my sched doesn't work out, then.... aaahh you don't have to ask permission! Jack would love that, omg.]
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I love you, Jack.
[ooc: but but but but but RP is so much more fun.]
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[He says, wholeheartedly, trying and miserably failing to smile brightly for the both of them.]
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/points at your papers to grade e___e]no subject
[He can't stay angry, but it has taken a blow to his pride. The question of loyalty will come up another time; the issue has not died.]
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What. How can you see them? Where are you hiding!? /looks around, frightful]no subject
It won't happen again.
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I am under your bed right now...]no subject
[He wants to touch him, and puts another hand up, but of course, it's blocked by the invisi-wall.]
You know, then, what will become of anyone who touches you with such affection?
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/checks . . . LIAR! O.o]no subject
[He bites his lip. Well then.]
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Nope, I moved to your closet :}]no subject
I will return to you, Jack.
Wait for me . . . just a little longer . . .
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[He kisses the glass where Jack's forehead is touching and begins to fade away.]
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Promise me that. Promise me—
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[-but his words are only whispers as his figure fades away.]
[ooc: /wibble . . .
Can I at least bring Glen back early? You said you might be gone forever by May. /sob . . . Yes I'm asking you permission.]no subject
[ooc: ALL THE HUGS
Might, yes ;; I'll be taking a hiatus first, mid-May, but if my sched doesn't work out, then.... aaahh you don't have to ask permission! Jack would love that, omg.]no subject