Soft Asks To Get To Know People

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TRUTH OR DARE

send my muse one question AND one dare. my muse will have to choose whether to tell the truth or accept the challenge!

don’t forget on pride month

¶A.. camping trip.¶

"Yup! It's gonna be great, promise."

The Newscaster squinted slightly at the younger Jim. RJ either didn't notice or didn't care, because he was grabbing the last of the 'road trip snacks'. Apparently they were driving, not flying, out to a location neither of the twins would tell the elder. RJ assured him it wasn't a new place, and that there would be bathrooms and showers and it would all be fine; NJ is starting to regret saying that he would be fine with whatever the other two wanted to do.

Meanwhile, CJ was playing Tetris with what was already packed. Each little bit needed to be in the best possible spot, to maximize how much you could safely carry. That, and he specifically didn't want his cameras next to something that would jostle them too much.

Extra bags of chips in hand, RJ slid into the driver's seat, with CJ next to him. NJ tucked himself into the back, trying to figure out where exactly these two planned on taking all of them. And why keep it a secret?

°It is a surprise, Jim, so don't peak at the maps.°

¶...Alright then. As long as we aren't going to Florida I guess I don't have much to complain about. Just, did you two pack-¶

"Yeah we did- we packed all the important stuff and extras. And there's at least one nice outfit in there just in case you have a formal meeting with m- a bear, maybe a bear, in a suit, that sounds pretty funny actually-"

And thus kicked off a roadtrip filled with squinting, loud singing, gas station sandwiches, and any other matter of fun as the trio of Jims gets on the road seemingly without a hitch.

mutuals if i like your negative posts please just imagine me patting u on the back comforting you, not like i actually like that you’re hurt

*The chanting stops and the entire room seems to be looking at CJ. The smiling objects seemed to be talking to each other as Misfortune's head looked from left to right.*

°CJ continues to stare, he's not wavering now°

*The twins have managed to find their way home after the tear, which thankfully hadn't drop them too far. The two sets of headphones are on the table, the open space that joined the dining, living, and kitchen rooms providing enough area for the two of them to mill about while still within sight.*

*CJ is uploading footage from his camera into the computer, a flashlight next to him. RJ was rummaging through the kitchen, occasionally producing a small flashlight from one drawer or another. He had five on the counter before he moved to the pantry. Despite the relatively normal looking scene, both are tense and tired, RJ's usual chatter doesn't flow and doesn't come as often. CJ hasn't moved from his spot in front of the computer, which isn't all that uncommon, but there's an emptiness to his routine now.*

"Well, welcome Mike!"

°I hope you enjoy your time here.°

*There are sounds of coffee being poured from the kitchen.*

"Hiya!"

°Oh- hello there!°

*RJ waves with a hand not occupied by a book.*

"Hi!"

*NJ gives a wave from the kitchen.*

Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry

°The air is oppressive here, the colors muted to the point where one could barely make out what had looked like what. The signs read 'R!dge' and 'Ashwor+h', and right at the mouth of an ally way, the remains of a crash are present. It was hit from the side, the impact zone crunched like a punched aluminum can. The other car is nowhere to be seen. Actually, nothing is to be seen. There are no people here...°

°Except for one.°

°CJ doesn't know the exact moment that despite the air that feels like a punch to breath in that he starts running, he doesn't know when he touches the door why it seems to not quite feel like he's touching it, or why when he pulls it the door rips off like paper, like in a dream, and he doesn't know when he started cradling RJ like he's a small child who's only just fallen asleep, or how he got him out in the first place.°

°He doesn't know when the tears started, but he knows when they change. He knows why they change as his fingers still find a pulse benieth them.°

°His brother is alive. And he's going to keep him that way.°

°He needs to get out of here and to a doctor though, fast.°

Hello jims! Do you guys each of a number like Jim 1, Jim 2, ETC?

°Hello. CJ glances at the mattress again before looking back at you. Well at this point in our lives we go by CJ or RJ, it's just easier and more informative to go by the letter of your profession or interest followed by the J. We just use Jim for eachother or other family, really it's outside of realatives that anyone calls us by nicknames like that.°

°He pauses. Though with nicknames like Jim One and Jim Two it'd be perfect Halloween costume as Thing One and Thing Two. He smiles. Though if you're asking specifically if we're numbered? No, we are all just Jim and any nicknames we get along the way.°