[SMS: Bail Money] JACK WHAT THE FUCK
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[SMS: Bail Money] JACK WHAT THE FUCK
[His nose is definitely bloodied again, his jeans are ripped at the knee, there are rose petals stuck to his leather jacket, and Michael’s knuckles are scraped to hell (hard to see, since his hands are still cuffed behind his back). Above all else, the usually give-no-shits chaos creator is looking pretty chagrined.]
Okay listen, I know it looks bad but I can explain...
righthandbeardo:
I always think you won’t notice until you put it on and it surprises you while you’re out and hungry but you always find them immediately.
It’s a skill. Plus, I doubt I’ll need to eat out for a while after what Geoff got me... [ He looks a little ill ]
righthandbeardo:
Please try to save it for heists or out of town?
It’ll take me a while anyway. You have my word.
[In a decorative gift box there are 4 identical purple hoodies- in the pockets of each is giftcards to different restaurants and fast food places- and a newer model scope for a sniper rifle]
You always hide stuff in the pockets– Thanks, Jack.
[A poorly wrapped new Gatling gun is handed over to Michael with much better wrapped boxes of ammo and giftcards for gas]
FUCKING SWEET
Mica bites her lip. She has debated dropping her presents under the tree and leaving for several minutes now but every time she thinks about it she gets another side eye from Michael; and this most recent time she attempted it she’d been very quickly disarmed emotionally by the appearance of Caleb. He’d come out of nowhere, seemingly just to give her a heart attack with a smile- if he’s here does that mean Meg’s here? Oh Lord, please let one pleasant person be here.
Though, to be fair, the one less-than-awful experience she’s had so far was with Ray. He’d handed over something wrapped, she’d offered him a present from her own stack of gifts.. And he’d honestly smiled? Said thank you? Merry Christmas? Maybe there’s hope, yet.
righthandbeardo:
I know you want to continue to do everything you do for the crew and I was hoping this would be able to help… Just help us both know you’re a little safer and better protected out there.
Right, of course. It’s lovely, Jack- you even got my favorite color. I know exactly what to wear it with.