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Surface Tension part 12Jack woke up to a slight headache and four texts from Mark in his phone.
The first three were questions about the finer points of demonology and how that shit even works. Jack had to stifle a giggle at the science nerd part of Mark shining through, the natural curiosity and reasoning mind that nearly led him to become an engineer.
The last one was an apology for leaving things the way they were and an open invitation back to his house whenever Jack was awake enough to function. He couldn't help feeling a twinge of relief as he read the words, the tiny tight knot of worry in his chest loosening the slightest fraction.
He quickly shot off a text asking if he's busy right now and when he got an equally quick response of 'no, so get your leprechaun butt over here', he barely had to think about it before the green sand was swirling and he ended up sprawled out on his stomach on Mark's couch.
"I'm probably never going to figure out how that works, but that's so ridiculously cool," Mark mused
We've been waiting for you.
I draw, a lot. I draw so much yet I can't put a single damn piece up. *Procrastinator* that sounds professional. Enjoy your "stay" children. Part time Insomniac, Lead Art Director for a video game, I'll keep you all posted.
We need help, the poet reckoned,
^^The Trash Squad
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