avcrys·:
quite a lot had happened in the past few days. the chastity club, in general, had been under their fair share of duress. but it had never been jack’s business to know, or to figure out how to deal with the customer end of their operation. he and people like edward greene were only tied to each other by proxy. even when he eventually met his demise ( which he would, jack might as well have known that for fact ), jack would never even have spoken to ed in years.
so he showed up at the warehouse like he always did, took care of his plants like nothing of note had even happened. a tightly wrapped joint hung from his lip ( usually he was a pipe man, but not for his own strains ), and he wound through the aisles of the space doing as he normally did.
enter, theo — there to throw jack a curveball, as he usually did.
“hey…” he started, plucking the joint from his mouth and exhaling the smoke offsides. “i normally try to avoid cliches when i can, but this is a surprise. are you… er, what’s up?”
@theodxrepark·
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theo’s a perpetually anxious person on principle, but when he gets the news about edward greene, he has to hold himself back from shaking. theo’s stayed in the club for as long as he has because they work, because there are no major inconveniences or chinks in their armor. they’re supposed to be invincible, and the thought that they’re not, that one entiled rich prick can bring them down, is enough to make him sick. so he stands up right then and there in the middle of his differential geometry course, mutters a quick but vague excuse, and rushes out the door.
he has no destination in mind when he starts walking, but he realizes he’s pacing in the direction of the greenhouse. he debates turning back, but another part of him knows he needs to talk to this with someone (and to his credit, no one quite knows how to listen to theo like jack does).
and yet, he’s left staring at jack a bit incredulously as the question leaves his mouth. “what’s up?” he repeats. “oh, i don’t know, jack. it’s a bit chilly out today, i’ve got a quiz tomorrow i definitely need to study some more for, there’s a pipe leaking in my apartment’s bathroom, and oh - oh! - edward fucking greene is going to land us all in jail.” he shakes his head, starts walking back and forth along the length of the greenhouse. “or maybe that’s not entirely correct, is it? edward green is going to land me in jail, but the rest of you will come out just fine. because, you know, god forbid the heir of the avery tobacco fortune does any time behind bars. but me? i can’t just donate a library and call things even if things go sour. i don’t even think i can afford a decent lawyer.” rather than try to calm down, his words and walking both only pick up speed. “maybe it doesn’t have to be all bad. books are on the approved list of gifts to send someone in jail. if i leave a long list of novels i’ve been meaning to get through, can you make sure someone sends me a new one monthly? no, screw it, biweekly. it’s not like i’ll be doing much else.” he finally stops, fixates his gaze on jack, takes a deep breath. “can i get a hit of that?” he asks, nodding to the joint in jack’s hand.













