Jazz-Hearted
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“B,” he says finally, which… is better than nothing, you suppose. You’re surprised Jazz isn’t having a field day with this guy’s paranoia. Ya’ll ain’t got bombs fallin’ on ya heads or no clue if mech ya love will live past the next battle, dunno why ya so freaked all tha time he’d said once, and it… hadn’t cured your anxiety, but it had certainly made it look like a little bitch.
Someone afraid of Big Brother certainly sounds like something he’d get a kick out of.










