forum Shhhh Don’t Let Sly Know I’m Starting Another Reboot RP!!! (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

Started September 12, 2018 by Deleted user

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Jace nodded and took down the carton. It was slippery with condensation but he held fast. He dipped his spoon into the ice cream then ladeled some into his mouth.

“Do you like it?” Rupert asked before digging in to his own pint.

Jace nodded politely. The condensation was rubbing wet marks onto his sweater, making Jace shivery, but the ice cream made it very worth it.

Rupert noticed him shiver. “Ah… are you cold? I can… I can get a sweater…”

“I already have one sweater… I don’t think I need anymore… the nurses never let me have anymore than one!” He gazed up at Rupert.

“What?” Rupert said, shocked. He stood up. “Bring your ice cream, Jace. We are going shopping. There is nothing more important than a plentiful wardrobe.”

Jace blinked, feeling a little stressed again. “But sir! You shouldn’t worry about it, I like my sweater!”

“You can keep your sweater,” Rupert assured him. “But we are hoping to get more of them.”

“M-more sweaters? Are you sure?!”

“I’m positive,” Rupert said, holding out a hand to pull Jace to his feet. “I know the perfect place to shop.”

Jace took his hand and stood up. He set the pint of ice cream down and nodded. “Okay… thank-thank you, sir!”

Rupert smiled. “This way.” He led Jace to the garage, where he got into a black Cadillac-ish thing. “The driver gets off at seven, unless I pay him extra, so I’ll drive us there.”

Jace nodded. “Where do I sit, sir?”

“The backseat, probably,” Rupert suggested.

Jace nodded a second time and opened the door unsteadily. He scrambled into the seat and buckled in.

//ok so can we time skip

//okey dokey. What do you want to happen? I feel bad cause I kinda took over ;)

//okey dokey :DDD

Jace nodded a second time and opened the door unsteadily. He scrambled into the seat and buckled in.

“Ready?” Rupert asked, turning around in his seat to make sure Jace was buckled in properly.

Jace nodded, his head barely exeeding the leather strap that’s supposed to go over his shoulders. “Ready, sir!”

“Okay! If you ever get lost, just say that you belong to Willems, okay?” Rupert instructed Jace. He didn’t want Jace to get caught up in any political nonsense between him and his competitors, so Willems was the safer choice. “Alrighty. Here we go.” He began driving downtown. (?)

(Yis)

“But Williems isn’t here!”
Plot convient poof