"Yeah haha- Oh hi! Im Jonsey!"
47 looked at the man in front of him.
He had short blond hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a suit.
When Jonsey was telling the Seven a joke, there was a knock on the door. When Jonsey opened it, there was a man way taller than him.
He was wearing no shirt, and his abs were showing, and was wearing white pants, he had brown hair, and brown eyes, and tan skin. To be honest, he looked like he needed a home.
"Hey, you good? Do ya need somewhere to stay?"
he slowly nodded. He was close. just get the Crystal, and get out to Gunner.
"Foundation!!! Look who i fooooound!"
The Foundation comes walking down the stairs.
He gave 47 a weird look. he's met him im battle before, and he's seen what the I.O.'s do to him. But he was bad. and Jonsey couldn't know that.
The Foundation shakes 47's hand. "hello my name is Foundation. But people call me Dwayne. So, need somewhere to stay? How about you stay with John? he'd be fine with that, right J?"
Jonsey nods. excitedly. "YES! no one EVER gets to stay with me! Woop wooooooop!"
47 slightly smiles. Then stops a few minutes after. no. i can't. find the crystal, leave. find the crystal, leave. get to Gunner. Then have a normal life.
Jonsey takes 47 upstairs to his room.
"Yep this is it. nothin much. here i got bunk beds. i claim bottom."
47 looks around the room. It's true, nothing much. Just bunk beds, a closet, another door which 47 assumed was a bathroom, and a desk with Spire drawings. Wait. a desk with Spire drawings?
47 walks to the desk and picks up one of the drawing. he remember back when he was about 8, 9 maybe, Spire Assassin was helping him with his powers, and helped him get of the Glyph Master. 47 holds in the tears. Spire Assassin. 47 had to watch her get brutally murdered my the I.O's. he was never the same. until he met Gunner. Gunner helped him through the hard times, and took such good care of him.
"Hey, you good? You look like you're about to cry."
Jonsey puts a hand on his shoulder, making 47 snap out of it.
47 nods.
"Oh! i uh, i never got your name!"
47 looks at him. a name? i can't tell him my real name.
"It's, It's Ryan."
"Love that name! Your accent is nice!"
"Thanks."
Jones and 47 talked for a bit, (well, Jones mostly talked) then it was bedtime. 47 got on the top, and Jones bottom.
Jones fell asleep pretty fast, but 47 was having trouble sleeping. After what seems like forever, he slowly drifts off in deep sleep.
