Half of the dessert's rotten. || Scarian

Chapter 13: But I still hold out hope,

"And then kablouey! The soup is all over the kitchen! And I'd spent so long making it!" It really wasn't hard to know that Tango was the one who got him out of his trance, judging by the language he was using. Kablouey, if he found anybody use that ever, then he'll give them 10 bucks. But for now, he'll keep them, and buy cookies with them. Thanks.

Scott giggles at that, which was like, super adorable in Jimmy's opinion. "Group home kids not kind to little Tango?" In the teasing voice that he knows will make Tango blush, stumble upon his words and look absolutely adorable.

"Shut up!" He snaps back with a pout, "I wasn't even talking to you, stupid-- I was talking to Jimmy!" Was he? Because Tango had been going back and forth with Scott about cooking in a group home despite Scott being-- Well, not a foster kid. Yeah! Alive, healthy and apparently caring parents and all! Yet, Tango's speaking to him about being a foster kid, not the other foster kid right in front of him!

"Shut it, lovebirds, and include me!" Jimmy then says, so that he can actually be talked to. While he loves hearing to his best friends' voices, it was fun to have all their attention on him. Wrap them around his finger and all.

"Yeah, okay, well. I finish my story first," Tango says and no one interrupts, so he continues. "So Zed's like, this was necessary for my experiment, and Impulse who'd just walked in yells at the top of his lungs, 'MISS HEATHER'- she's the worker that was working that day- 'ZED'S TRYING TO MURDER TANGO AGAIN!'" And Scott giggles. Again.

Jimmy loves how Scott isn't judgemental. At all. Jimmy knows a lot of people who would've looked at Tango weird for sharing that anecdote-- Being a Foster Kid meant not being liked, after all. That was a fact of life. But Scott.. Well. Scott was different. And Jimmy loved it. Jimmy loved a lot of things about Scott.

"Which you know, gives her a heart attack, because last time Impulse yelled that, Zed was actively putting a tracker in someone's coat." Total normal thing to say in a foster kid's situation. You don't know a single person who isn't mentally ill. That was just the way of life. "Poor Miss Heather, she's one of the better social worker, in her mid-twenties. Must've had a heart attack. Especially since she was working alone that day!" Jimmy knew that feeling! Back when he was in the group home, there had been a few social workers he enjoyed.

Gave him attachment issues. But, eh, that was the way life was when you're a foster kid; You get attached. Even though you know you shouldn't. You get moved. You never see that person again. And you end up having attachment issues once you're actually in a stable place!

"I can't imagine being in a group home," Scott admits, and Jimmy has to admit it's hard to imagine someone like Scott in a group home. Mentally stable. Extroverted. Happy. No trauma. "How do you guys do it?" He asks and Jimmy.. Doesn't really know how to answer it. So, he doesn't. "I don't do it! I'm in an apartment gifted by CPS, remember?"

"And I just go with the flow. I can't count how many plans for murder I've made with Zed. Or how many websites I've hacked with Impulse. I'm probably on an FBI watch list." Yup. Normal Foster Kid stuff. That was barely scratching the bottom of the barrel when it came to the type of people you'd meet.

"Uh-huh. So what did you end up getting for dinner?" Scott circles back to their original conversation topic, because he's just caring like that, and he remembered that Tango easily gets upset when not being able to finish little anecdotes. Something Jimmy himself had forgotten! 

But no, here he was, perfect little Scott, with his pretty blue hair and eyes and jacket..

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