Chocolate Milk

Chocolate Milk #7

(A familiar sight. Jaq sits on the ledge alone)

J: Hey Gramps. I'm not doin' too good today. I'm back aren't I? Why else would I be up here alone? Wish I'da called sooner. Met some new friends since our last checkup. You've already met one I think. They might've just looked, though. They both seem to prefer to look than do anything. I don't blame them though. It's much harder to blame yourself for doing nothing than doing too little, paradoxically enough. You always knew how impatient I was. Tens of millenia. It's a long time to do nothing, or not much at most. Think I can convince them to put me in a coma for it? Probably not. This probably won't even work. Ah, fuck it-

(Door opens)

?: Oh, sorry.

J: Hi. Don't be. Who are you?

?: I'm Pat. You?

J: Jaq. Why are you up here?

P: Umm... I don't know.

J: I can tell you're lying.

P: I...um...Was gonna...

J: Me too.

P: Really? Why?

J: One of my closest family members died and sent me down a spiral.

P: Well, don't. It'd be a waste of such a pretty person.

J: Pot calling kettle?

P: Oh stop. I'm not that cute.

J: Yeah, you are. Not the best looking I've met, but the competition both are neigh-godly.

P: Thanks, I guess? Can I see?

J: Let me see if I have any clothed photos of them. Maybe they'll just appear from nowhere and save me time.

P: Ha. Exes?

J: Not really? More friends with benefits, I guess. A lot of benefits, actually.

P: They seem fun.

J: Found one! (Shows her a picture of Ami in a maid outfit glaring at Jaq)

P: Oh damn. That's impressive, even for you.

J: Funnily enough, I met them under the same circumstances. Attempt and interruption.

P: Seems whoever's up there either hates or loves you.

J: Haha. Love very much, I can guarantee that.

P: What room are you in?

J: I'll show you. You thirsty?

P: Yeah, but I just had water.

J: Haha. We'll get along perfectly.

(they go to Jaq's apartment)

J: Here we are. (They open the door) Kitchen is to the right, the living room is right here, and the bedroom is down the hall.

P: What about the bathroom?

J: We just go out the window.

P: I thought the stains on my car looked too big to be a bird.

J: It's across from the bedroom.

P: Do you live alone? How do you pay for this?

J: No, but don't worry about noise, they won't care, or might even enjoy it.

P: That's... nice to know, I guess. A little weird.

J: They aren't here right now though.

P: Why don't we just go to my apartment? I'm much more comfortable there.

J: There's nothing more important than being comfortable. Means you can adventure out of your comfort zone more.

P: Come on then. We don't have all day.