Ｉt had taken him at least a minute to acknowledge the fact that someone was outside. At this hour. Wanting to come inside. His mother’s footsteps were not heard of, and for a moment, he’d seriously considered leaving them outside. No, really.

            In the pouring rain. 

      However, a guilty conscience got the best of him, as he managed to collapse onto the ground in an exhausted heap, then to pull on an old, baggy shirt. Hair dishevelled, circles beneath his eyes - Jim opened the front door, if slightly. A gust of bitter wind slapped against the bare skin at his face, resulting in a violent shiver. A grimace was to follow. Surely the girl heeded his irritable scowl.

            "Y’realize it’s like - two A.M, righ’?“

      Stifling a yawn, he yanked open the door, however let an arm rest against the opposite side, blocking her path of entry into his warm abode.

            "Normally - ‘round fifty. Though tha’s for the basics. Not includin’ meals n’ all tha’.”

      Words were slurred, in a drowsy mumble, a hand brought up to rub at his face. Arm to drop by his side, he lazily gestured for her to enter the inn, eager to escape the chilly air rushing past.

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( 35 )

         ”Ｉ uh,
                 I really like your butt.”

Ｉf he had a dollar for every time someone asked him that. 

           ”Nothin’s with it. 
                 ’N besides, I could ask you the same question.”

      Ｕsually his mother would’ve rushed to the door. Customers were rare on rainy days - but, conveniently, she had dashed upstairs for a toilet break, leaving Jim to swab the floors with a dirty mop and answer calls.

      Wrenching the door open, to reveal a woman, looking rather dishevelled from the harsh weather outside, he stepped aside.

            “Y’just gonna stand there ‘n get soaked?”

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 ( 49 )       “Ｔhat ‘s way too big
                        ‘n it’s not goin’ inside of me.”

   Ｊim wasn’t ever one to take kindly to strangers. This man had attempted conversation with him out of the blue, whatever his intentions were, Jim was having none of it. 

        “‘Tch. Whatever.
                  What d’you want?”

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     ( 24 )       “Ｉ uh… I —

                        I want to have your… babies.”

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ALL THE SHIPS. no srsly. jim/wendy, jim/ariel, jim/dimitri, jim/whoever. as long as there’s chemistry, i’m totally up for anything!