connorfreakingmichaels:
ât'es rien qu'un petit connardâ  connor muttered to himself, what was he thinking when he asked this guy for help anyways? he sort of knew that jacob wouldnât do anything but give him more problems to worry about, âi thought youâd be the one for this type of stuff,â connor said, âi didnât ask to get caught sneaking in 30 bottles of liquor!â he whisper-shouted, throwing his hands in the air. maybe he shouldâve just asked for the ten names.
"Iâve been called worse,â Jacob shrugged, not understanding what he said in french, but he could only assume that it was something derogatory based off of his tone. âWhy would you think I would be the one for this? Do I come off as an alcoholic or something?â He asked, sighing as he put his hands on his hips, lowering his head while he thought to himself for a moment. âI donât have the authority to get you out of a punishment. I might be able to convince whoever caught you to let me put you through some rigorous training instead of whatever theyâve got planned, but man -- why did you think that plan was going to work? You canât get away with jack shit in this place.â

















