taketimewithwords:name: james “jet” asterage: 15nationality: americanlanguage(s): e
taketimewithwords:name: james “jet” asterage: 15nationality: americanlanguage(s): englishsexuality: asexual aromanticit’s nice to be away from home for once. at this point, sage is going to have to kick him off her couch to get him to leave. but he knows that she won’t do that. he lays on his back, sprawled across the couch, an arm slung across his eyes. sage hasn’t slept for the last few days, which worries him. she’s always wide awake, staring at her computer, searching desperately for answers that jet really doesn’t think she’s going to find. “sage, can you separate yourself from that computer for like… two seconds?” he says in almost a whine. “no! jet, you know what i’m doing right now. if i step away from this stupid group chat for more than a few minutes, i’ll miss everything!” sage is sitting on the opposite couch, laptop in her lap. she’s so hunched over that jet is sure she’s going to get stuck like that. he frowns. “sage. for real, you have to take a fucking break. your eyeballs are gonna fall out of your head and i’m sure as shit not gonna be here to help you find them.” he doesn’t know how to admit that he’s actually worried about her. jet’s helping in every way that he can, of course, but he’s not sinking as much time into this as sage is. he hasn’t seen her away from her computer in weeks. “i am literally gonna take your laptop and break it.” “go ahead, try it,” sage challenges, but she still doesn’t look up from her computer. jet sighs, raking his fingers through his hair. why are women always so frustrating? he turns his attention back to his phone, but a satisfied smirk crosses his lips as he hears the telltale click of sage closing down her laptop. “happy?”“yeah.” jet grins. Keep reading -- source link
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