Jack kicked open the door of Seven -- not viciously. It was simply because his arms were full of Things.
Shells. Cat food. A strangely-shaped acorn. A bag of cheesy buns. Some apple cider in a jug. Lots of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter -- Jack wanted to experiment with that and see if he, indeed, COULD believe. How credible did these butter fakers think people were?
He WASN'T expecting Buffy home, though thoughts of her were a constant distraction. The short sail on the Joanna had been lonesome, save for the company of Kipinn and several sympathetic porpoises. His dreams had been happy, though, and filled with her. The sad dream? She'd obliterated it, he was now convinced. Obliterated it for his birthday.
The pirate smiled as he shouldered his way into the house.
ACTION HOUSE SEVEN
Shells. Cat food. A strangely-shaped acorn. A bag of cheesy buns. Some apple cider in a jug. Lots of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter -- Jack wanted to experiment with that and see if he, indeed, COULD believe. How credible did these butter fakers think people were?
He WASN'T expecting Buffy home, though thoughts of her were a constant distraction. The short sail on the Joanna had been lonesome, save for the company of Kipinn and several sympathetic porpoises. His dreams had been happy, though, and filled with her. The sad dream? She'd obliterated it, he was now convinced. Obliterated it for his birthday.
The pirate smiled as he shouldered his way into the house.