“How’s your fever? Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, I’m fine”

“Did you take your medicine? Have eaten yet?”

“Look, you don’t have to fuss over me. I’m fine, okay?”

Gavin had been sick and Jack couldn’t help but fret. It was no big deal but Jack is the type to take things way to seriously. He had a tendancy to go around fussing over things that wasn’t any of his business. Not only did this get one people’s nerves but acting all serious is what makes him frequently get picked on. Gavin would constantly remind him of how he needs to learn to lay back and chill every now and again, and Willow gets in the way of his work and his errands simply to tease him just to see him get riled up (and he gets riled up so easily). But Grim is the absolute worst of anyone Jack has ever met.

Grim was a downright bully. He never pulled back punches and Jack was currently his favorite target. He sees Jack as a man who thinks he’s better off than the rest and that his serious-minded attitude is all a facade. Grim also finds the Jack’s lack of patience amusing as well as how, at times, he may be naive when it comes to certain things. Jack simply puts up with everyone as best as he can.



He pushed his hands into the soil and focused really hard, so hard his face turned red. He clenched his fists in the dirt. His head was about to explode and a bit of snot trickled down his right nostril. His brows furrowed and his face was dotted with sweat. Then it happened. A tiny green sprout popped out of the mound of soil and he chuckled with glee.

“Whew! Well, at least that’s done and over with. I still have a long way to go but at least I started somewhere.”

And he stood up in the empty wasteland ready to make more sprouts.