i have this friend, his name’s jamal, and when we were younger, he was obsessed with pokemon, and pretended he was a pokemon trainer. one time we saw this stray cat, and he pretended it was a pokemon, and tried to catch it, and somehow he actually managed to get a hold of it. his family’s had it ever since
now we call him “got a cat” jamal
"Eat your goddamn breakfast," Bones grumbles, standing.
Jim beams back at him with his mouth full of eggs and when Bones makes a disgusted sound like a put-out goat, struggles not to
spray it out in laughter.
"Watch me never make you a single grit again."
"A single grit? I don’t think grits come in ones." Jim waggles his eyebrows at him and yeah, he figures he deserves the thump on
the back of the head.
"Don’t you tell me about grits, Iowa. Later, you—you thankless delinquent." He huffs at him and then something in his face
Looking like he’s on automatic, Bones dips in.