#jonas.

[thunderbys]

[ofcaliginous]

@qvintcssence​​​ (jonas)

❝ i still don’t get why you ever agreed to watch my brat when you should be studying or sleeping instead. not that i’m complaining. ❞

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

" Got you a t-shirt to wear Butch! " Jonas presents it proudly to the cowboy. Saw it and knew he had to get it for the cowboy! It's comfy and soft as hell.

Unprompted. // @foxedthecards

Butch stares at the shirt as he takes it from Jonas, it taking him a good moment or two to read it over successfully. He has to pronounce it slowly in his mind so he doesn’t embarrass himself. When he finally processes the words, he has to bark out a laugh.

“Bahahah’ Where’d ya ever find somethin’ like this?” Snorts the cowboy, already beginning to strip out of his vest and button up to replace them with the new shirt. Once done, he looks down at himself with a grin, chuckling all the while. “Ain’t that jus’ th’ silliest thing I ever saw! Heheh, well? How do I look?”

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

Butch gets this amusing text and picture from Jonas

[TEXT] yippee-ki-yi-yay happy cowboy day!

[TEXT] VERY important day to celebrate your local cowboy right?

[TEXT] also ever tried tiramisu? Cause I've got some over here and it has coffee in it so it counts right?

// @foxedthecards

Unfortunately for Jonas, Butch didn’t exactly keep up with his phone all that well for obvious reasons. Sometimes he forgot he even had one! But usually it would die and it would take days for him to remember that it needed to even be charged—for that reason, he hasn’t seen this text until just now.

To anyone else, this photo that was clearly ripped from Facebook might have been cause for cringe but not for Butch! He reads over it a few good times, not quite understanding why it was sent to him in the first place but finding it quite humorous anyway.

"Bahahah! Thas' cute. I don' ever say ribbit though..." He muses to himself before tucking his phone away. He forgets to respond for another good few hours but he finally remembers when the device falls out of his pocket at some point during the day while he's out in his garden.

[txt]: Ya

[txt]: Tht frog makes a prety good cow boy i guess

[txt]: thats funy

....

[txt]: Wuts that

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

❗❗❗ ((shy lil kiss on the temple from Jonas))

Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine. // @foxedthecards

A smile graces Butch’s lips as Jonas’s own plant a sweet kiss on his temple; he even tilts his head down some to make it easier for the red head to reach when he realizes what he’s doing. It’s unexpected but not unwelcome and he’s cheesing afterwards.

“Shucks, what was that fer, Jony…~?”

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

"I heard that you...AREN'T EXPECTING A SURPRISE ATTACK ARARR! " Jonas scrambles up over the top of the couch to attempt to affectionately tackle Butch. Uh...Jonas you know it's not a surprise attack if you announce it beforehand.

I HEARD… // @foxedthecards

Butch jumps into action, seemingly expecting the surprise attack afterall—whether or not it’s because Jonas had announced himself is a mystery.

The redhead makes an attempt to tackle the demon blooded cowboy and he holds no punches, beginning to tickle the smaller man ruthlessly before he can flop into him. “I sleep with one eye open, ya lil’ snake, hah! Now say mercy~”

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

@foxedthecards:

Seeing Butch's face, Jonas gave him a wry smile. " Yeah it's...probably a bit disappointing in comparison to real cheese. I'll make a run to the grocery store later this week. Get some decent stuff" he remarked, idly running his thumb over the rim of his glass. He exhaled a little sigh, his brows creased in deep thought. He'd by this time fixed himself a little plate of crackers and grapes but more for the show of things. He wasn't very hungry.

I'm glad you felt like stopping by, Butch, " he said as he rolled one of the grapes around on his plate. " I'll give you the tour here in a bit. It's pretty nice and if everything goes OK I'll be here for a year at least according to my contract. "

“…Jus’ a lil’ bit.” Butch says, giving the other a playful smile. “F’yer makin’ a run anyhow, y’oughta grab some’f that fancy jala-pen-yo cheese. That stuff’s great with crackers.”

“Course, why wouldn’t I pay ya a visit?” The cowboy leans back in his chair some, grabbing a handful of grapes from the board and popping them into his mouth. They quickly take that artificial cheese taste off of his tongue.

“Mm. A tour sounds nice; don’ mind me ooin’ an’ awin’ over all th’ fancy stuff y’got now, hehehe.”