week 3 - sunday

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[ So sometime Sunday evening after the execution, there’s going to be a pretty abrupt knock at Rhys’s door. All things considered, it’s pretty obvious just who would come knocking at Rhys’s door, but, hey, just in case Rhys is confused, Jack will still be speaking through it. Their neighbors must suffer a lot because of them. ]

Rhys- C’mon, open up?

[ Jack at least sounds like he’s in a good mood, so that’s a good sign?? ]

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[ Rhys's reaction is exactly what Jack had been hoping for, since his expression is quick to light up with nothing short of delight. The physical way that Rhys reacts combined with digging himself in an even deeper, gayer hole (heh). His laugh starts out as a snicker, then develops into more of a laugh as Rhys actually expresses some semblance of interest, and finally, that whining of his name gets Jack to finally just lose it completely. Rhys should be familiar with this brand of Jack Laughter, since it's absolutely the wheezing, almost infectious kind where he's doubling over. Or at least, it would be infectious if these laughs weren't always at Rhys's expense. ]

Oh- Ohhhh my god, okay-- Okay, I'm—

[ There's more snickering as Rhys throws the drink back, and Jack just continues to laugh, almost teary with how hilarious he finds this. ]

Just, gimme- Gotta have a sec...

[ He really does, because even as Rhys starts, Jack is making a valiant effort at quieting his laughter. He really is wiping tears out of his eyes by the time he straightens up, which is of course a new element here that Rhys had missed out on with Jack being in his heads. It's that much more physical laughter in every sense. ]