@A5_ WICKED
Jackson reels backward again, trying to play off that he had seen anything just incase
Jackson reels backward again, trying to play off that he had seen anything just incase
Colden held a jar full of power. The jar wasn't very full he walked into the room and placed it on the counter and pulled out a small box.
"What's that?" Jackson walls over, poking the jar
"sugar." Colden replied.
"What's sugar?" Jackson knew what sugar was but his ADHD was getting the better of him
"um sugar. Sweet stuff."
Jackson smiles slightly, "I know what sugar is." He chuckles but quickly stops because his head started to pound. The muscles on his face also started to hurt even with the few seconds, "What is it for?"
"literally distracting people. Also good for putting on cuts."
(I looked that up and found a shady website that says so)
(Oh… great… XD
Jackson raises a brow, "Huh… What are you going to do? With. Distracting. And cuts. I gyess." He was thinking about a well thought out murder
Colden refilled the jar then put it away.
"Oh. Nevermind then." Jackson backs away again, "where did you even find that. I thought. Ya know. Since there are hardly anymore farms and what not."
"black market."
Jackson rolls his eyes, "Well duh. But… how do you know anything you give your 'patients' isnt poison?"
"using 4 rules. Have trust in the person you are buying from. Let the person know that you are the only doctor down here. make sure they know you could kill them. And lastly if you don't trust it take it yourself."
"Holy shit man." Jackson leans away dramatically, "Wait. Why am I here instead of with your 'patients'?"
"I don't have any patients at the moment. I also don't usually have patients that stay over night."
Jackson frowns, "Why did you tell me the last part?"
"because you made it sound like there should be patients always here. I don't even live here."
"Oh. Ok. Calm down." Jackson raises his hands, "I was just wondering." He looks around the room again awkwardly a, "How long have I been here?"
Colden sighed for a moment to think. "um around 6 hours at most."
"Oh." Jackson rubs the back of his head thoughtfully. He sighs and walks back to the sofa and sits down
"yep." Colden said.
He rubs his eyes with his knuckles like a small child.
"tired." He asked leaning against a wall.
"Yep. It was a lot in one day." Jackson sighs
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