Where have I been all these weeks? I don't know… I think it was this horrible place called the real world where only three people I know ship BlackIce and for completely different reasons. It's awful. Never go there you guys. Stay in InternetLandia. The real world is a horrifying place where you get farmer tans from collecting bottles and get stared down by a small dog that wants to eat you. (Trust me.)
Breathing In The Snowflakes – Chapter Thirteen
Jack went back to North's office the next morning, saying a sad goodbye to his new rock, to see if he had a new assignment. Tia had one. Sandy might have one in the next few days, but Jack was told he didn't have anything just yet. He found that pretty disappointing.
"Actually, I think I'd like to have him working on my house," Aster said suddenly, "I'd really like all of them to paint my niece a fresco in her bedroom."
Staring at him in confusion, Jack asked, "You have a niece?" Aster laughed dryly at that and held up the photo he kept on his desk at all times. A little girl with hair the same color as his.
"I've told you about her at least seventy times, Jack," he said, "you forget every single time…"
Furrowing his brow, Jack searched his foggy mind for times when he'd been told that story. There were lots of white spaces where his high made all rational thought an illusion, and those spaces melded with memories. He had no clue… Shrugging his shoulders, he looked back to the accountant man whatever he was.
"So what's the mural gonna be of?" he asked, "Or, fresco, or whatever you said…"
Frowning a little, he said, "I was hoping you could do Easter Eggs with legs… She's always drawing that. I think she'd really like it." Jack smiled- eggs with legs; that was adorable! And it rhymed!
Jack agreed to take the job, Sandy did as well. Tia wanted to, but her new assignment was too big to drop now. So, Aster agreed for them to meet at his house, he handed them the address, the next morning at eight thirty. Jack had whined about it being so early.
Heading out after that, Jack called Pitch's phone and let him know he was done. Pitch wasn't. Jack decided to head over to the funeral house for a visit.
"No, no, I'm at the museum," Pitch said. Jack frowned. He didn't know where that was. He hated museums…. And education… and paying attention… and thinking…
He was told directions and eventually he managed to find the stupid building. Groaning in mild annoyance when the man at the door asked him to pay to come in, Jack tried explaining he was just there to see Pitch. The man laughed when Pitch showed up and scolded him. Apparently they knew each other pretty well… Jack felt kind of like a third wheel.
Walking with Pitch through halls of paintings of famous historical figures, Jack felt sleepier than he had all week. How did people do this? If the painting wasn't colorful or inventive, what was the point in painting it?
"So how's the need been today?" Pitch asked after some time, "Didn't have any more cravings?"
Rolling his shoulder, Jack replied, "Nah, today's been pretty good so far…" Pitch smiled at that. "I got a new job today, too. Aster wants me to do a wall for his niece," he said.
"Glad to hear it," Pitch replied, rubbing Jack's arm fondly, "She'll cherish it forever. It'll be a one-of-a-kind Jack Frost original." Jack beamed proudly at him.
"Maybe the first to not have any drug influence!" he shouted excitedly, bouncing forward and hopping onto a bench.
Pitch laughed as he watched him bound around the museum. "Yes, maybe…"
AGGGHHH I had lost this file!
I HAD MISPLACED ONE OF MY BABIES! NOOOOOOOOOO *flails uncontrollably*
IT WAS ON THE WRONG LAPTOP! WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!? NUUUUUUUUUUUU