Heart Song

Jace. 17. Sassy introvert. I work around, but I'm usually at Wheels'. If you ever need a bracelet, I'm told that I know my way around a string and some beads.

[ezzieflanders]

Both.

[jacecarolyn]

Both works.

[ezzieflanders]

I know. That’s why everyone was so surprised.

[jacecarolyn]

I don't know whether it's funny or odd that you weren't indecisive about the seventeen-year-old.

[ezzieflanders]

I’m just indecisive Jace, you know that. I spend eight years deciding what red paint to use.

[jacecarolyn]

*rolls, putting the cat on her tummy* You weren't indecisive about me.

[ezzieflanders]

I guess Jett works.

[jacecarolyn]

Well I want you to like her name...

[ezzieflanders]

I mean, I like the classics. Led Zeppelin, Queen, KISS, Mötley Crüe, Joan Jett, Pat Benetar, Stevie Nicks, ACDC. But I can’t get any good cat names out of that. I thought about Jagger just because I thought it’d be cute but I was wrong.

[jacecarolyn]

*tickles the kitty's belly, chuckling as she bites her knuckle* We could name her Mickie. Like Mick Jagger. Or Frehley, like Ace Frehley from KISS. Genie, like Gene Simmons. Or just Ace. Or Jett....

[ezzieflanders]

A lot.

[jacecarolyn]

Baby, you gotta name a few.

[ezzieflanders]

I can’t think of any I like.

[jacecarolyn]

What kind of bands do you listen to?

[ezzieflanders]

*smiles, pecking a kiss to her cheek, then the kittens*

[jacecarolyn]

I feel like she's better without a name, but then I feel bad.

[ezzieflanders]

She likes it.

[jacecarolyn]

*looks back down at the kitten, gently scratching her tummy*

[ezzieflanders]

No. I can’t think of one.

[jacecarolyn]

Poor baby needs a name. She's been referred to as 'the kitty' for weeks now.

[ezzieflanders]

The kitty likes you.

[jacecarolyn]

*looks up at him, the kitty eating her hair* Have you named her yet?

[jacecarolyn]

*lying on Ezra's couch, tickling the kitten and giggling*

[jacecarolyn]

Not my fucking cat. She doesnt even have a name!

[theartistman]

Then why is this a reccuring thing?

[jacecarolyn]

She's my boss' cat.

[jacecarolyn]

And the cat has scratched me again…

[theartistman]

Get it declawed. 

[jacecarolyn]

Not my fucking cat. She doesnt even have a name!

[jacecarolyn]

And the cat has scratched me again...

[99bottlesofsylas-blog]

*smiles* What’d she say?

[jacecarolyn]

She said that she was happy you were back, and that she can't wait to spend time with you and show you around Cheyenne-slash-Rhode Island.

[99bottlesofsylas-blog]

Gushing? How so?

[jacecarolyn]

Grinning form ear to ear. Her cheeks hurt after a while.