"You must really enjoy being leathered in blood. It has become a new scent for you."
He noticed.
"It is actually a very tangy yet sweet smell."
Pity it’s mine.
The stolen food begged for liberation which Jalen courteously obliged biting into a loaf. It was plain and dry but his stomach gratefully thanked the attention after so long.
"I am sure knowing them, they could handle it. It's obvious to me that Diana and Arya, don't need my help-.'
Jalen choked in part, coughing to a side. Realising Di probably felt as weary as he; a sudden flash of guilt entered him, he paused, it seemed they both had for different reasons. The food no longer look as appetising and the guilt morphed into anger that such feelings had ruined his lunch. Klaus laughed, at what Jalen didn’t care, he was busy crushing the remnants of bread between his hands.
”You could help if you like. Last I checked, they didn't need us so much, so let's let them grovel in their own dismay."
Jalen arched his head up towards Klaus, “Worlds number one boyfriend isn’t all it’s cracked up to be? Huh-…” The man Jalen was so unwillingly accustomed to seemed different, even his eyes…. Jalen watched as the man succumbed to whatever seemed to be lingering inside and buckled against the closest tree.
“Tsk, you know this flagrant use of attitude is going to confuse people, what gives?” Jalen inquired peeved. “You think the girls can handle everything and ANYTHING in this world messed up Disney of a world? Our combined efforts only bested a lone fat ogre; can your imagination not stretch beyond that? We’re all in over our head, THERE, I admitted it!” Jalen panted the last words out, catching his breath in frustration. Goldie isn’t playing ball… Tsk… I hate playing.
“This is such a bother…” Jalen laid out. “…talking about caring, when really there is no feeling at all…” He sighed, calmly collecting himself. “I don’t like you Klaus. I don’t like this ragtag group of survivors. If killing you meant another confrontation with the witch behind this, I definitely might consider it. But I’m not about to put any stock in a crazed hags word. I’m guessing I’m not the only one she’s requested this off… So if you have any invested interest in saving those two… any promises… dates or likewise… you might consider moving toward them, is all I’m saying.” Jal closed his eyes and breathed as the air ruffled through. The pain in his arm had dissipated meaning the house wall had shifted back, it felt a shame that his sleeve was saturated in drying blood, though Jalen reckoned Goldie was having a field day because it.