“So, how’d it go yesterday?”
It takes Jack a second to respond. Davey’s not much for words anymore, not when it comes to him, and Jack hasn’t had it in him to slap on a smile and stubbornly shoulder both sides of a conversation today. So, at first, he doesn’t realize that Davey’s talking to him.
But he is. He’s looking right at him expectantly, his head tilted in question.
Jack almost drops the pape he’s holding into the gutter.
“Uh. How’d what go?” he asks.
“You know, at Medda’s,” Davey says. “With Racetrack and Maggie.”
“Oh, um,” Jack blows out a long breath. “Fine. It, uh… It went fine.”
“Just fine?” Davey asks. “Because I was hoping it’d go a little better than fine.”
“Well, no one died,” Jack says. It’s not really a joke but it falls flat regardless. “So, there’s that.”
“But… but you’re good now, right?” Davey asks, and he’s thumbing through his remaining papes like he’s counting how many he’s got left, all casual like, but his voice is strange. Urgent, even. “You and Race and— Everything’s settled?”
Jack scuffs his toe against the pavement. “Settled as it’s gonna get, I guess.”
“Well, is it or isn’t it?” Davey presses.
“I dunno what’cha want me to say, Dave,” Jack says, fighting to hold onto his temper. It’s not Davey’s fault that Jack’s been left on the outside once again, Maggie and Racetrack sharing some new understanding that Jack just ain’t welcome to. Not his fault that Maggie’s become one more person whose smiles don’t reach their eyes when they look at him. “It ain’t great, it ain’t perfect, but it is what it is. At this point, I’ll take what I can get.”
“So, it isn’t settled,” Davey surmises, mouth pursed in disappointment. “Tony promised me he was going to make things right—“
“Oh, so he’s Tony, now, huh?” Jack scoffs, incredulous.
“I… Sure,” Davey says slowly, politely puzzled. “Why not?”
Jack swallows back his first, instinctive, response, and it cuts like glass all the way down his throat.
“Talk to Tony then, if you wanna know more,” he mutters, glaring at the ground. “No need’ta bother with me.”
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a real consequence of being on bob's burgers tumblr is that i find myself unironically wanting to use the laughing emoji 🤣 because so many ppl here are in their 30s and 40s and i want to more easily communicate my feelings to them
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Same anon YOU LET HER DIE??????? DAMN. I mean I get the rp thing and that's rad but I just think that's so funny then because if it was a truly evil play through that means you only get shart, laezel and astarion. The game just becomes a 4 person adventure. Its like that meme of sponge Bob where's he's like " the gangs all here " and its just a sad napkin. A stale chip and a rusty penny. Which is not an inaccurate description of the 3.
yeah about that… lotus killed shart to get the artifact so it was just lotus, astarion, and lae’zel but then sliced lae’zel’s neck in the second campaign cuz lotus was like “why r u pointing a blade at my throat that is SO mean.” and then killed her so i was literally just rolling with lotus and astarion… 😭😭
IT WAS THE WORST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE AND I WOULD DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN DHSJSJJSJS
tbh, i know i played lotus as like a truly evil character but in my heart they’re actually just neutral like they dont exactly WANT to cause chaos or be evil… they just want the best outcome for themself and WILL do something if they feel threatened 😭 but they were def a murder hobo in both campaigns AND THEYRE NOT EVEN THE DURGE HELP ME
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