itâs some dumb time in the morning when jesse forces himself out of bed. âsome dumb timeâ meaning earlier than noon, and no later than ten oâclock, but just in time for mcdonaldâs breakfast. without his coffee and breakfast itâs suffice to say heâs one of those people that turns into an absolute nightmare. caffeine and food are the most important part of his day, heâll tell anyone. when the bag of food in his hand suddenly meets the pavement you can imagine that his reaction outwardly wasnât going to be the best kind. âwhat the fuck is wrong with you?â he curses at the person, hands flailing wildly as he figures out what to say, or do, âyou owe me a new breakfast. something twice as better, and more expensive!â
Looking at his phone as he walked down the sidewalk, it was safe to say that Jason wasnât paying all too much attention. As naturally clumsy, it wasnât unusual for Jason to trip over something and trip forward. Normally, he was able to gain his balance - and he was, but he couldnât stop his phone from flying out of his hands and knocking the bag out of the man opposite to himâs hand. âAh, fuck,â he swore, bending to pick up his phone and also the bag of food. âItâs okay!â He exclaimed, opening the bag to show him. He blushed slightly. âI mean, slightly smushed but -- but itâs okay,â he said, sheepishly holding the food out to him. His brow furrowed. âWait, hold on - I get why youâd want me to buy you a new breakfast, but something twice as good? More expensive? Where do you get off thinking I owe you that?â











