Honestly, a funky smell would be a massive improvement over what happened to my last jacket.

(sensing a disturbance in the force, jonas switches gears as though programmed to do so. keeping conversations light with wry jokes and inexhaustible social stamina may be his only superpower.

too, fukawa strikes him as an introvert, which means they have more than a couple of unrelated things in common. as someone who'd prefer to self-flagellate over making a conversation awkward, jonas does his best to prevent them from falling flat on their faces when they'd been setting a better pace for themselves.)

I live down by the harbour, right? And there was this guy puking in an alleyway, like, totally drenched. He looked like he'd just crawled out of the harbour, like Swamp Thing coming out of a bog or something, so I gave him my jacket to wear so he wouldn't get hypothermia and die. Again.

Now, I'm convinced he stole it because—well, first of all, (he continues, arms leaving his sides in a full-body shrug,) the jacket is still gone. More telling, though, is the fact that he ghosted me on Soulidarity.

(the audacity of cain ascending or being obliterated or something)