Nov 5, 2014
“Y'smart. 'elp me.”
The Scotsman wriggles out of his jack and shoes within a fluid moment, dropping himself and his backpack on Scott's bed. He'd gotten out of the habit of knocking before entering several weeks ago -- no one complained about him doing so.
“I didn't 'ave these issues back 'ome. ---- also, y'mum said y'ave t'do th dishes t'night and, apparently, wants me t'stay f' dinner.” Jack shrugs and starts digging around his backpack for a pencil and his bottle of water.
“She was quite excited; told me we're 'aving tacos.”
