forum Well as I'm Waiting... Anyone want to do a One-on-One with me??? Hey It turns out someone actually wants to so this is closed, but Stalkers are fine

Started July 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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He instinctively jerked it away from him. "Sorry, it's a little tender. But, there's not a lot of them left, I'm walking around and seeing if the flashlight'll bait them, but I think there were only five or six guys here."

"No, we don't need to do that. We can just leave."

"Okay, but I'll need to talk to my insurance company about my house. I don't think this falls under crime… it might…"

"I don't know and we need to leave now." He grabbed Jax's hand and walked to the other side of the factory.

"Okay, okay, lemmie turn off my light." He turned off his flashlight as they made it outside.

He picked up his motorcycle and started it, waiting for Jax.

Jax limped over and hopped tenderly on the back, and wrapped his arms around Leon. "Okay."

He drove off to his house.

(Right.)

When they pulled up Jax remembered his duck. "Is my duck okay?"

"Ummm, it looked like someone stepped on the duck when they were leaving." He said, not making eye-contact with him.

Jax sighed and deflated gently. "Aww, I really liked that duck. He slept with me when I was feeling lonely."

"It's okay." He said as he kissed Jax on the forehead.

Jax looked truly depressed as he slumped into Leon's apartment, and with an air of misery, grabbed the home phone to talk to his bank, insurance company, and all the other people, including the TV company he was using. Getting robbed was very hard work.

He parked his motorcycle near his apartment and followed Jax into his house.

"Customer. Service!"

"Are you okay, Jax?" He asked as he walked over to Jax.

"No, this stupid thing isn't directing me to my broker… UGH CUSTOMER. SERVICE!"

"Just calm down, Jax. They're probably very busy with calls from everywhere."

"Leon, shut up." Jax pulled up a chair and plopped down in it.

"Okay then." He said as he grabbed another chair and sat down on it.

"CUSTOMER. SERVICE!"

He decided not to interfere again and watched him.

Eventually he got ahold of his broker, then transitioned to his insurance company, who insured him for his pipes, widows, bed, and other damage to his home. He put the phone back and sighed. "I hate getting robbed and kidnapped."