[ Which would imply that he's spending an extended amount of time here, and that wasn't necessarily what he means, but still. And in a way, that's like a grounding, isn't it? Sort of? ]
[ And yeah, that would imply that, but that's not what Jonathan really gets, either. Just that he gives enough of a damn to shit on him about it. In a friendly way? Because... that's what friends do, right? ]
[ Usually, Jonathan can manage to stay out of enough trouble to make sure that happens. Yesterday was a complete fluke, he'll insist that, for sure. Still, he'd deal with it, if that were to happen.
He glances from Steve to his ankle, and he sort of tilts it back and forth in its spot on the couch, as if examining it. ]
Been trying to keep off of it, but I did make it from the bedroom to here. So let's go with better. But I don't think I'll be running track anytime soon.
Yeah, that's not happening. Hell, you'll get out of gym class for at least a couple weeks with that, as long as you play your cards right.
[ He smirks a bit, chuckling at the mention of a "rude entrance." Because— seriously? ]
Okay, if you call that rude, you clearly haven't seen Dustin busting in there after he's dumped his bike on my front lawn. My dad would have a heart attack — if, you know, he were home.
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Date: 2019-08-29 02:22 pm (UTC)[ Which would imply that he's spending an extended amount of time here, and that wasn't necessarily what he means, but still. And in a way, that's like a grounding, isn't it? Sort of? ]
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Date: 2019-08-30 05:58 pm (UTC)[ And yeah, that would imply that, but that's not what Jonathan really gets, either. Just that he gives enough of a damn to shit on him about it. In a friendly way? Because... that's what friends do, right? ]
It's a toss up as to which is worse.
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Date: 2019-08-31 02:39 am (UTC)[ Which one is worse, that is.
He stretches a bit, nodding towards his ankle. ]
How's it doing, any better?
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Date: 2019-09-01 06:34 pm (UTC)He glances from Steve to his ankle, and he sort of tilts it back and forth in its spot on the couch, as if examining it. ]
Been trying to keep off of it, but I did make it from the bedroom to here. So let's go with better. But I don't think I'll be running track anytime soon.
[ He pauses, his hands gathering in his lap. ]
Sorry for the, ah, rude entrance last night.
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Date: 2019-09-09 01:15 am (UTC)[ He smirks a bit, chuckling at the mention of a "rude entrance." Because— seriously? ]
Okay, if you call that rude, you clearly haven't seen Dustin busting in there after he's dumped his bike on my front lawn. My dad would have a heart attack — if, you know, he were home.