4 | text - dated to a few minutes after the initial attacks

[immigrantpunk]

uhhhhhhhhhhh anyone else watching the news?


[Because we can't all be heroes. Some of us have to stay home on the couch and spectate. :c ]

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[immigrantpunk]

One of us? Like an imPort?

[5055034455]

Yeah. I mean, from what I've gathered, no one has control over who's brought here. So...

[Psychopaths, right?]

[immigrantpunk]

[Jayden snorts. He slides down the wall, limp as a noodle. He rests his arms on his knees and stares at the ceiling.]

Maybe someone just couldn't take it anymore?

[5055034455]

An unfortunate possibility.

[Saul chews his lip for a moment, thinking. Given recent events...]

I'm thinkin' you and I might wanna stay inside for a while.

[immigrantpunk]

Or they wanted to send a message.

[What kind of message, though, that's the question.]

You think? It's all the way in Orlando. Isn't that far away from here?

[5055034455]

Doesn't matter. Things like this, they tend to ripple.

[And Saul is a chickenshit.]

Why, you got somewhere to be?

[immigrantpunk]

I guess.

[The microwave beeps. Jayden slowly climbs to his feet and removes the bag, tossing it onto the counter to avoid burning his fingers.]

Uhhh, not really.

[5055034455]

Well then.

[And now Saul's going to wait for popcorn to end up all over the place when Jayden opens the bag.]

[immigrantpunk]

[JOKE'S ON YOU, HE MANAGES IT FINE. He plods back over and offers Saul some before settling back down on the couch, licking butter and salt off his fingers.]

Mmmm. See, if we don't enjoy this popcorn, the terrorists win.