Lullabies (Hoodie x E.Jack)

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The next day Jack was up before Hoodie. Taking a shower and organizing the place he knew Hoodie would not be up for a while. This was the only place Hoodie felt comfortable sleeping in at so Jack let him sleep, figuring he needed the extra rest. Realizing he didn't have much food for his friend Jack felt bad and quickly got ready to leave.

Standing with a pencil and paper in hand, his bag slung over his shoulder, Jack though about the note he would write. He could write in English, and many other things besides, but he hasn't done so in such a time that he worried. Jack knew he would mess something up. Taking his chances the cannibal wrote the note and hoped for the best.

The rain had stopped for the moment but Jack hoped and prayed it would last long enough for him to get Hoodie something to eat and be back before it started again. He had a very sensitive touch, not just sensitive ears and nose, so as he walked through the damp forest Jack felt like he was taking another shower.

Yawning and rolling around in bed Hoodie opened his eyes,. Then a moment later smiled to himself. I always get to sleep in at Jack's.

Rubbing his face and leaning towards the night stand Hoodie grabbed his pills and took some. Still partly asleep he slid out of bed and stumbled into the hallway and towards the bathroom. When he exited Hoodie was more awake and found the place to be strangely quiet.

When Jack was around, quiet had a sound. It was a small scuff of a shoe and a little hum. It was the radio played just low enough to keep the atmosphere still. It was the creak of the house as someone lived inside. But Jack's place had non of these sounds and Hoodie noticed instantly. It was in his nature as a proxy to notice things like that.

Stepping in a little, passed the patio doors and standing next to the table, Hoodie paused when he seen a new slip of paper on the polished wood. Grabbing it he stared at the strange font. It was,.. Difficult to decode.

He chuckled once he understood, it took Hoodie a moment to understand that Jack had left him a note. The proxy was charmed by Jack's message, and was humored by the others lack to write or spell correctly. It had a very old, elegant look to each word and letter. Twisting lines, beautiful curves. But if only it made sense. At the bottom there was a short line and a J. The J was written by an artist. What a shame that it was backwards. Hoodie pulled a chair out and sat down in only his boxers then laughed. Jack truly did steal his heart every day.

Walking back from town Jack was surprised with the change of events. The store he had snuck into, with his hood pulled down covering his masked face, only had one teenager working at the time. So naturally Jack stole as much food as he could before killing and carrying the kid out the back. And even more wonderful, the store was on the edge of town, and led straight into the woods.

Shaking his head at his good luck Jack trudged back to his house. The flesh eater has found good luck never last long though, and soon learned how his ran out. It started as a sprinkle, sending white bands acting like stones thrown in puddles over everything. Quickening his pace Jack was soon running as the rain came down.

In the distance he could see the outline of his house and beelined it towards the structure. Pulling the front door open he jumped in and closed it behind him. Music filled the air, and a voice singing with it. "..you felt, that if you had done anything with anyone else it would have worked out so well. But you're an artist, and your mind don't work the way you want it to! One day you'll be-!" Hoodie stopped mid sentence when he turned around and seen Jack standing there.

Hoodie stood awkwardly and embarrassed, embarrassed to have been caught dancing around and singing. Jack began to laugh, setting the body down he held his stomach and laughed.