[ So... the crocdog thing - it's currently snoozing by Jesse, while Jesse sits with his knees drawn to his chest on the dock by the boathouse, arms wrapped around his legs, a quietly despairing slump to his skinny shoulders. He stares at the water, aching desperately for a cigarette, aching even more desperately for the familiarity of home. God, things were so shit at home, but there was Jane. Jane made everything better. Jesse wishes he hadn't had that argument with her - it was the last conversation he'd had with her, about "us - you and me" - and now he's stuck here.
And Mr. White... Well, as much as Jesse wants to hate that geriatric cueball asshole, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't wished a dozen times already that Mr. White was here to help him make sense of all of this. Tell him what to do. Mr. White always knows what to do, eventually. Always knows how to come up with a plan.
Grumblings coming from nearby have Jesse quickly looking over towards it, and— Well, if that isn't the angriest looking buff dude Jesse has ever seen. And Jesse has encountered a lot of angry looking assholes in the line of work he was caught up in back at home. But that's not what catches his attention. Jesse cranes his head to get a better look. The long line of moose following the guy that's heading in Jesse's direction - it's... unexpectedly... comical. Especially with how docile they all look compared to the burly irritation pinched across his face.
Despite himself and how potentially threatening this dude appears, a small, curious smile tugs on the corners of Jesse's mouth. In fact, he finds himself unable to help calling out: ]
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And Mr. White... Well, as much as Jesse wants to hate that geriatric cueball asshole, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't wished a dozen times already that Mr. White was here to help him make sense of all of this. Tell him what to do. Mr. White always knows what to do, eventually. Always knows how to come up with a plan.
Grumblings coming from nearby have Jesse quickly looking over towards it, and— Well, if that isn't the angriest looking buff dude Jesse has ever seen. And Jesse has encountered a lot of angry looking assholes in the line of work he was caught up in back at home. But that's not what catches his attention. Jesse cranes his head to get a better look. The long line of moose following the guy that's heading in Jesse's direction - it's... unexpectedly... comical. Especially with how docile they all look compared to the burly irritation pinched across his face.
Despite himself and how potentially threatening this dude appears, a small, curious smile tugs on the corners of Jesse's mouth. In fact, he finds himself unable to help calling out: ]
Yo. Snow White.