❝ Okay, fine fine, I’ll trust you.
❞ [ she picked up the camera, adjusting her hands a little bit so she felt at least a little comfortable holding it. she wasn’t very good with cameras, but stefani is a little camera shy. she hummed slightly. ]
❝ Are you guys always so eager to prank each other?
❝
❝
Well, considering how easy it is to fuck with Jordan —- and how goddamn funny it is once he’s been fucked with, ‘eager’ is probably putting it lightly. Once you see him and his office covered in this shit, you’ll get what I mean.
❞
As long as it wasn’t James who was getting screwed over, he was pretty much in for anything. There was always something about pranks that excited James – whether it be the reaction of the victim, or the anticipation of setting everything up to begin with.. Either way, James was always down for that. Especially when it came to emptying can after can or silly string all over another’s office.
❝ Fine, okay, Jordan pranking expert. But if he gets mad it’s definitely not my fault, and if it messes up that’s not my fault either. ❞
[ stefani let her eyes wander over to the camera. ]
❝ If it doesn’t mess up, we should put it on YouTube. I’ll record. ❞ [ she offered lightly. ]
❝
Trust me, this is gonna work. He’s too fucking tied up in his stupid case openings to notice us —- and don’t worry about Jordan getting mad, he’s about as intimidating as a goddamn ant, seriously.
❞
James follows her eyes and nods. He really did get a kick out of screwing Jordan over, even if in the most insignificant of ways. He gets the chance to kick over his monitor? He’ll do it. Throw some of his shit away? Will definitely do it. He’d almost never let an opportunity like that slide.
❝
Holy shit, I can’t wait to see his reaction to this.
❞
A fit of giggles the younger man was as he observed James’ priceless expression. A smile was spread on his innocent lips, plaguing the entire room with his bullshittery. Trolling was his game and at this moment, he was drowning in it. Nodding, a few more giggles left his lips.
❝ — Y-Yeah ! It really is ! ❞ Pausing to catch his breath, he leaned onto James’ shoulder, gently pressing his forehead to it.
❝ It looks like fucking shit ! ❞
The sudden weight on James’s shoulder caused him to shift forward a little, though he maintained the disgruntled expression on his face. He turned to look at Aleks, then back at the monitor, two times over —- before punching the desk out of sheer frustration.
❝
Aleksandr !! Is this how you treat your friends, huh ?? You laugh at their misfortune ?? Look at this piece of shit before me, this is what I have to deal with. Aleksandr. I cannot believe you right now – I cannot belieeeve you.
❞
“ Hey it’s no problem. Operations can be finicky things James. Truuust me. You’ll get fixed up though. I’m sure of it. It just takes a bit. You know that one saying right? Something along the lines of ‘Time heals all wounds.’ “
❝
Not when my fucking backbone snaps in half ‘cause of all the shit I’m made to do. Sitting on my ass all day isn’t helping at all but neither is rushing around everywhere – I lose either way, when you think about it.
❞
Although he wasn’t taking things too seriously, James spoke under his breath as he glowered at the monitor in front of him. It was honestly unhealthy how desperate James was for a knife – though it was mainly for him to be able to rub it in everyone else’s face. But, as he stared at the battle-scarred Covert knife in front of him, he could hardly function. This was literally the lowlight of the day, if not the week. In James’s case, anyway.
; — ♔ ❝ Dexter’s idea or not, it smells so bad . And you remember why we don’t use Frebreze !❞
Blue eyes locked on a figure moving from Aleksandr’s office, which so happened to be their target. The figure was Aleks himself, who actually ended up upon the floor - as per usual - gasping and holding his hand out to Jordan and James. Shaking his head, he STEPPED away from his friend.
❝ I’m SORRY Aleksandr, but you’re going to have to fend on your own ! ❞
❝
No shit, it smells bad !! I’m pretty sure I’m gonna black out and you’re gonna have to drag my ass to the fucking hospital —- it is burning my eyes, Jordan.
❞
James caught sight of Aleks pretty much immediately, and his first instinct was honestly ?? To spray more Liquid Ass on him. He wasn’t going to, though, as he was pretty sure the entire building would melt if so much as another drop of that stuff got out. James kicked his foot out at Aleks, not really trying to hurt him, but just trying to get him the fuck away. Despite this, he was pretty much crying at this point.
「"I worry about you." ( this is super late but i havent been on all day omg im so sorry)」
❝
Don’t worry about it, Kevin, seriously. My back has been a fucking pain in the ass to cope with lately with all the operations and shit, but I can handle it —- probably.
❞
「"I'm not going to cry in front of you." [holy hello feels]」
Seeing one of his closest friends this way really had James on edge. Whether it be a feeling of confusion, pity or downright sadness, James didn’t like it. It STUNG at him, even, knowing there was a chance that he wouldn’t be able to do anything for him, but he would try —- especially when Jordan right off the bat felt the need to conceal his emotions in such a way.
❝
Hey, you know I’m here for you, right ? Don’t feel the need to keep anything to yourself —- talking about it will help, I promise.
❞
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