Devious Journal Entry

GT: Hey, uh, Strider? Could I ask a favor of you?

TT: Depends on what you're asking for, English.

GT: I know you must be knee deep in all those assignments and projects and what not but do you think you could put aside the school work for a moment and just come over? I think now would be the best of times to go into a full depth feelings jam.

TT: But Jake, I have all these antagonizing work ethnics I need to attend to. Plans to draw out. Words to memories for vocabulary reasons. I can't even comprehend how many times I've had to turn on and shut down my computer due to all this shit jabbed school assignments.

TT: What time should I get there.

GT: Could you come over now while grandmother is whisked away to the grocery store for the next few hours?

GT: I'll tell you what all you have to do is put a coupon book in her line of sight and she'll be busy for the rest of the day.

TT: Ha. Sounds like my Bro with five dollar movie bins at Walmart.

TT: Do I need to make any sort of emotional preparation?

GT: Yes I recall him spending a whole hour sorting them all out based on a one to five star rating.

TT: Of course, only in this family.

GT: I don't know Strider, I mean i'm just going through some things right now, death of a close family member and what have you.

TT: Right, right, I'll be over there in about thirty minutes or less.

TT: And if I'm late- pizza's on me

GT: I'll break out the pocket watch.

TT: Alright, see you then

GT: Until then.

TT: *Dirk had ended the conversation, going to go get his generic pocket stuff before heading over to Jake's place. Arriving around the time he'd said, and then knocking on the door. Waiting now- for an answer.*