Jackson had been ignoring what was going on, instead listening to music, probably way too loud. They were using headphones, though, so it wouldn't matter to anyone else
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he knocked on their door briefly before stepping in and flopping onto them while they were on their bed
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(ahahaha i just watched the scene from a show that has the character playing a piano and they did not play it correctly because the character played a single key and the audio played a chord 😭)
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(and he also didn't play a single black key but there were a lot of black keys in there 💀)
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(also i love how in coraline the dad just basically randomly smashes a bunch of keys and somehow it sounds good even though it would just sound like someone randomly smashing a bunch of keys if it were irl XD)
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(dude a lot happened since you left 💀)
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(They gone lmao,)
(I'm assuming you were talking about me, Finn?)"Ow- hey!" Jackson winced. "What was that for?"
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(yeah XD) he just sighed and laid over their legs, face into their bed
"You good?"
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he just let out a grunt
Jackson slithered out from under Finn in a very ink-like fashion.
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he just stayed there, not moving as he practically suffocated by having his face on the bed
"Okay, what's going on?"
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he shrugged and turned over, gasping loudly
"…Do you want some water or something?" They took off their headphones and set them on the bed
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he nodded
They grabbed a water bottle from the case under their bed and handed it to Finn
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he just started to chug it
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"let's just say hypothetically you have a superpower and turn into a superhero right?"
Jackson froze. "…W-What?"
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"hypothetically of course. and then you find someone with the same superpower, what do you do?"
Jackson frowned. They had never imagined there could be another ink-person, much less one that they would meet. "I'm not sure…"
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"huh..ok" he looked at the ceiling, his brows furrowed
"I'd probably freak out a bit- It's not something i expect. Hypothetically, obviously."
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"yeah.." he sighed, and just kept staring at the ceiling
Jackson nervously fidgeted with a band-aid on their hand, hoping no ink was visible
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he was deep in thought
"…Why do you ask?" If he was onto them, they'd have to leave, immediately…