week three - tuesday morning

[refactor]

[ How did Jack convince Rhys to actually get his ass out of bed early in the morning and head to the gym? That's the real mystery here, not the murder. But, somehow, he's managed, even if Rhys is probably half asleep as Jack is going along to the gym. By comparison, Jack is already pretty animated and excited, so he's definitely starting off on the right foot by talking Rhys's ear off. ]

—I mean, look at you. I bet- No, I'm sure, you're one of those guys that has a craaa^aaazy metabolism so you can just eat pizza and garbage all day and just be stupidly skinny. Well, first thing's first, that's not normal, so you're gonna start working for it. Seriously. Maybe if you actually put on some muscle, you might actually be able to do a little more when you're on the verge of death instead of, I dunno, a certain handsome, built guy having to step in to clean things up for you. Which, I admit, times in the past? Not exactly based on muscle. Since, uh, kinda didn't matter with the whole hologram thing.

[ is there a buffer overflow yet ]

So c'mon, you, me, the weight room, maybe shooting a few hoops? Have you even been to a gym before? Actually, no, don't answer that, I have a guess and it's going to piss me off. So I'm pretending you have. The point is, we're making up for these past few weeks of doing goddamn nothing.

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[jackhole]

[ guess who definitely isn't awake enough to deal with this! he didin't sleep that well the night before because of the events of the weekend and jack's early morning ... everything isn't exactly a dream come true.

he's changed his jack shirt to a plain black tank top to match his black sweats but otherwise he sticks to a pair of bright yellow fuzzy socks and ignores his shoes. his hair's in a wavy mess because he hasn't bothered doing it/gelling it down yet.

also, jack's talking and he hasn't even had coffee yet. he can't deal? he cannot deal. ]

... Holy shit, do you ever shut up?

[ again, hasn't had coffee yet. ]