"You can thank my ex," he replied. "Great decorator. Better ass."
He closed the door.
"Biggest asshole," he added. "Not literally. Come on."
The hall ended in a set of double doors that opened to the master suite,
the entire side of the house. This room...this room was clearly Jack's.
Where everything else echoed the charm of the Mission style house, Jack's
room was lined with shelves of awards and photos, but more shelves with
toys and gear, memorabilia and collectibles. He had fan art on the walls,
shelves of figures and Lego copies of those figures, and in the corner near
the closet door was a floor to ceiling Autobot.
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Date: 2025-03-02 03:19 am (UTC)"You can thank my ex," he replied. "Great decorator. Better ass."
He closed the door.
"Biggest asshole," he added. "Not literally. Come on."
The hall ended in a set of double doors that opened to the master suite, the entire side of the house. This room...this room was clearly Jack's. Where everything else echoed the charm of the Mission style house, Jack's room was lined with shelves of awards and photos, but more shelves with toys and gear, memorabilia and collectibles. He had fan art on the walls, shelves of figures and Lego copies of those figures, and in the corner near the closet door was a floor to ceiling Autobot.
"I have a reason for my opinion," he told Eliot.