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"I can’t even look at you."
SENTENCE MEME SENTENCES
————"I can’t even look at you."
He knew it. He knew, he did, okay? He knew he shouldn’t have and he knew it all too well and with familiar warning because just a month ago he’d done it and he knew he knew it he knew and still he just — God damn it.
Staring across iron bars, metallic blue eyes focused in on the figure behind the rods, his face far from pleased. He was startin’ to look like Mom, givin’ him that Parent Look. He hadn’t recieved a look like that from the King since their first encounter.
“Eric!” And yet — the boy jumped to his feet. See, that was the thing ‘bout Eric, what made him stand out apart from his mom. he’d bail him out for sure, just like the first time. Hell, he wasn’t even mad the first time. Mom would’a already been in phase two: the tears. “Man, am I glad to see you, y’ ole’ sailor.”
He awaited a response that never came from the other man’s lips. Funny thing was, the bars stil separated them, too. It — Eric was gonna bail him out — wasn’t he? Yeah. Yeah, ‘course he was.
“Gosh Jim, I — “ A shake of the head. But —— ” ——— I can’t even look at you.”
What? No, no — hey don’t — don’t say that kinda stuff. Don’t — I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so — don’t be mad. Don’t, don’t do that now; you’re the only one I can count on.
“Look — “ Here it came; the classic. “ - - — It was no big deal, I just — — “
“Jim, stop.” Cut off. “You’ve gotta cut that out. It — this is your third? Third time, Jim. Your third time.” Look, I heard you the first time. “You made a promise to your mother.”
Oh my God; seriously? Seri — really? Two cards at once; Mom and promise. God — okay, look, just — don’t bring Mom into this, okay? Please? Don’t go bringin’ my mom and these promises into things like this. But they’re so God damn relevant, aren’t they?
“I — look, I’m sorry, I just,” The delinquent sighed,maybe in surrender or maybe in frustration. “Just — why are you here, then?” And then — —— Word vomit.
Snark, deadpan, an attempt to outwit in those uncomfortable sitations. “Why, huh? To, to interject like some God damn moral compass? Are you even gonna bail me out?” Yelling and raising his voice because that’s what makes you right when you’re oh so wrong.
“Because if — if you’re not, then you’re just wastin’ your time, playin’ Daddio to some kid who didn’t ask for it in the first place!” God damn it God damn it God damn it God—— -
“You - - — "— - — You are not my friggen dad! So quit actin’ like it!”
He was just a grenade, Eric; a hopeless grenade. Dragged along by the belt by the real hero; assumed to be a catalyst.
God, did it hurt to explode.
”You’re right — “ Eric whisperd. I’m sorry, Eric; I’m sorry I couldn’t be the hero for you or your daughter or your wife or Mom or myself.
“Uh, I’m not your dad, Jim — ” It’s not my fault, Eric; I’m a grenade. I’m either with you or against you; I can’t decide that, I can’t chose, even if I wanna.
“And, uh, I’m not so sure I wanna apply for the position, anymore.”
The sound of jangling keys were heard. Bars opened. No more iron rods between man and grenade —
Maybe Jim was just meant for confinement. At disposal to the real hero.
Eric, Peter, Melody, Kristoff
Send me for names and m
y muse will have to decide which character they’d rather:
Have sweep them off their feet:
Peter. Good luck getting her to admit that though; you need to get her to realise it first.Fight along side:
Eric. Because I think even at the really low points they could cheer each other up. Plus they can wield a sword, although Eric would be shocked to learn that about Wendy.
Share a prison cell with:Kristoff. His sarcasm would keep her entertained constantly. "Oh, this food is horrific I committed a horrid crime to get in here, the least you can do is reward me for it!”
"Kristoff, you ate like a wild reindeer beforehand, this food is a reward.”
"Shut it, brown mouse."
"Call me a mouse all you want, I helped you get in here and could knock you out any day. Not that I haven’t done it already. Not very mousy if I say so myself."
Raise a child with:
Melody. Mostly for comedic value.
"WHAT DO WE DO WITH A DIAPER?!"
"IT’S CALLED A NAPPY MELS! AND HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW?!"
"DON’T GO ALL ENGLISH ON ME MISSY AND I AM A ONLY CHILD SO SHUT UP! OH GREAT THE KID’S CRYING— HEY! STOP PULLING MY HAIR KID."
"I AM NEVER BABYSITTING AGAIN. ESPECIALLY WITH YOU!"
"THAT WOULD HURT MY FEELINGS BUT I FEEL BETTER KNOWING YOU AND PETER WILL BE DOING THIS ONE DAY!"
"... Run."
"... Crap!"
"Come on Emily we're going Melody hunting. ATTACK!"
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You think Melody would be proud of your decisions? Or Ariel or Eric? Or worse, your Mom? Is a little extra money worth it?
“Of course a lil’ extra wouldn’t cut it—
“I’m talkin’ ‘bout Treasure Planet.
“I’m talkin’ bout enough to rebuild that glorofied birdhouse Mom calls the Benbow Inn.”
Actually, mybe he was just talkin’ about Treasure Planet.
Any plans for Christmas, Ariel?
"Of course! Eric and Melody are very enthusiastic about Christmas. We're thinking of inviting Melody's friend Kristoff over."
"Jim, not to y'know, rush you or anythin', but did you think about spendin' Christmas in Denmark?" Eric asked, slowly, hoping he wasn't offending the boy. "Just wanted to start makin' preparations if you an' your family were plannin' on joinin'." Sure there was still a month and a half until Christmas, but Eric liked starting early. Especially when it came to Christmas.
Start makin’ preparations—
It was only November.Hold back, Jim, y’don’t wanna offend the guy.
“Ah, yeah, yeah, we are. I talked to m’ mom about it. She’s real grateful that you’re invitin’ us." He didn’t quite go so far as to admit that he may or may not have been equally as grateful, because it wasn’t like it mattered, right?
Right.