from x with @stcrmxn.
Jet Star drags himself into Fun Ghoul’s workshop; A dangerous adventure for anyone who didn’t know him. And yet, he walks through each pile of explosives and scribbled down notes with an ease, even in his slightly inebriated state. He leans his chin on top of Ghoul’s shoulder, watching him wire and work. Jet squints, processing slowly at what he could be working. He nods a little bit.
“Nice pipe bomb. But ‘s time for you to come on int’ bed now.”
When Fun Ghoul doesn’t make any effort to go to bed, Jet Star frowns. He clicks his tongue and moves his face into Ghoul’s neck, tilting upwards. He kisses his jawline steady and with an intent, lips curling upwards to a tipsy grin.
there are few that can even get away with being near him when he’s focused on his explosives, and even those few, jet of course being one of them, won’t get much of a response out of him. it’s the case now; though the slightest of smiles quirks his lips when he feels jet’s presence beind him, he doesn’t really acknowledge him or his suggestion. he’s in the zone, and he doesn’t have much left to do to finish off this bomb. the last thing he needs right now is to get distracted, mess up, and potentially set the damn thing off here & now.
granted, jet’s making it hard to stay totally focused when he starts in on his neck, lips pressed to his jaw, and he’d know well enough by now how much ghoul likes that. if jet continues on this path, just ignoring him isn’t gonna enough to stay on task. though he doesn’t push him away, he makes protesting noise, pauses in what he’s doing. ‘ didn’t anyone ever teach ya not to distract the guy with a half-built bomb in his hands? coulda sworn i ticked that off my TO DO WITH JET list. ’ or maybe he was distracted by jet’s mouth then, too. it’s not exactly far - fetched.
