MoM IC Contact: TAKE TWO

[khajidont]

Jaime's cell phone is more or less plugged riiiight into his brain, so he tends to pick up like 99% of the time! If not, however...

"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."

[If you want to find his previous inbox - it hit captcha! - please go HERE.]

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[amadaman]

You know, I don't know. I wasn't planning on anything, to be honest.

[He's starting to think he really just has too many things he can't do anything about, even if he wanted to.]

I actually don't even like vehicles. I just thought I'd do a lap or something in a parking lot so it doesn't just go to waste.

[khajidont]

Oh. Well, as long as that's what you stick to, I guess that's not so bad. But you'll still wear a helmet, right?

[He's not budging on that one thing... but he can forgo the rest of the padding if Ken's not going to be driving it in the road.]

We can take it to an empty parking lot and take it for a whirl there. Maybe your school's parking lot? It's close-by, and nobody'll be there.

[amadaman]

That's what I was thinking. And yeah, there's a helmet somewhere, too. Hold on--

[And Ken makes his way back to the house! But not the front door, because he doesn't feel like bothering with it. Instead he walks around to one side of the house and jumps to reach his own bedroom window -- on the second floor, kept open for bird guests like Miles -- and crawls in, coming out in less than a minute with a white helmet, once again through the window.]

There.

[khajidont]

Too cool for the front door now, huh? [Jaime jokes, leaning down to ruffle Ken's hair, likely messing up that thick mess of curls and flyaways. It's a little alarming to see how Ken jumps around on a regular basis, but there's something terribly familiar about it too. Ken wouldn't be so out of place at the Tower, he realizes; in fact, he'd probably keep the Titans in line.]

You're, like, two steps away from becoming a superhero yourself. You'd just need a goofy mask.

[amadaman]

Back home I actually had a plastic mask from the summer festival... Junpei-san once photo-bashed it over my school ID photo and put it on our SNS.

[He realizes the moment he says it that that might sound like gibberish to Jaime, but he waves it off and instead throws out his arm to wrap it around Jaime's middle. He doesn't mind the hair ruffles. He leans on him, and the gesture is so casual, so different from how he screamed away from his shoulder bump a year ago.]

Maybe I can get a mask here too.