Jason had set to work on them the first night. He had his own notebook with decoding the language he didn't know compared to English, he loved codes. He just wasn't Tim's level of cracking them. He loved to get to use his rusty detective skills when he could.
When the text came, Jason had been napping on the couch, taking any chance to keep from furthering that dead but delicious look he had going on. He lifted his head when his phone buzzed, hopeful that maybe it was a booty call. He was only a touch disappointed. Anon rarely meant any fun, but instead meant more Bruises. Luckily the bring the notes made it clear.
On it. - J
He texted back as he rolled off the couch struggled into his pants and shuffled out the door, before turning around walking back in and grabbing his boots and jacket before relocking the door and slipping the notebook in his jacket zipping it up, half tucked in his belt as he slipped on the motorcycle and gave one last yawn, before speeding off to meet Ed. The engine would be heard a minute or so before Jason arrived.
no subject
When the text came, Jason had been napping on the couch, taking any chance to keep from furthering that dead but delicious look he had going on. He lifted his head when his phone buzzed, hopeful that maybe it was a booty call. He was only a touch disappointed. Anon rarely meant any fun, but instead meant more Bruises. Luckily the bring the notes made it clear.
On it. - J
He texted back as he rolled off the couch struggled into his pants and shuffled out the door, before turning around walking back in and grabbing his boots and jacket before relocking the door and slipping the notebook in his jacket zipping it up, half tucked in his belt as he slipped on the motorcycle and gave one last yawn, before speeding off to meet Ed. The engine would be heard a minute or so before Jason arrived.