Jack is creates a spell to find his true love.
Sean's pov:
"Sam shoo". I scooted him to the side with my finger.
"Don't watcha falling in buddy".
"Now my blood". I slit my finger and allowed a drop of blood fall in.
"Now. Mixture in the pot who is the one I will love a lot"?
I waved my hands in the correct correlation and waited. "Yes...".
A small picture in the pot started to appear until Sam came too close and fell in.
"Sam"! I dug my hand around till I finally found him.
When I pulled him up he looked like he seems some shit in there. I rubbed him with my finger and he purred.
"God dammit- you know what? I'm not even mad". I shook my head.
"Let's just forget about it for now". I slouched looking at the once vivid pot which turned dull.
Sam bonuced up and down. I gave him my phone.
Ice! Cream! Make u happy! ^-^
"Ice cream will make me happy"?
Sam circled my head and nuzzled my cheek. "You're so adorable"! I squealed.
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I sat from a far behind a tree with the cone in hand.
Sam poked it and shivered. "Careful now". I licked the tip- (Making this sexual. LET IT BEGIN!)
Let's switch this to third person shall we~ :3
Jack swirled his tongue around the sweet treat and savored every lick. Some melted on his fingers and licked it clean.
He finished and nibbled on the cone. He took big bites. He licked his fingers once more and licked them to cleanse of the sticky mess.
Your welcome XD
And now back to Jack's pov.
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Drops landed on my nose. The drops turned to a drizzle then a heavy shower.
I sat still with my hood covering my face. I can dry off with a quick spell.
Sam stayed in my hoodie for warmth and a sense of protection.
"I guess we should go."
Then an umbrella appeared over my head. A man held it over me instead of himself.
"Hm?" I looked up at the kind stranger.
Mark's pov:
He doesn't look homeless he's dressed very nicely. I was starting to feel my clothes stick to my body as I stood there. I don't mind getting wet, its just water.
"Hello there." I simply said.
"Hello...." He seemed puzzled by my actions.
"Its raining and you were getting soaked, so I felt bad and wanted to help you out."
He stared at meet for a moment then stood up.
"I appreciate that, but you need to stay dry too." He pulled me close to him under the umbrella we were shoulder to shoulder.
"I can take you home, if thats where you need to go."
"Yes, thank you. I'll lead."
Séan's pov:
It wasn't a silent walk at all. We actually had a full on conversation. He sure was a humorous man. I almost slipped in a mud puddle from laughing so much.
We finally arrived at my house. Sam seemed fond of this guy. He was trying to hard to stay hidden and had to contain his excitement.
"You're a pretty cool guy. I didn't catch your name."
"Mark, you?"
"Seán but folk call me Jack."
"Hm, Jack ey? Well Jack it was pleasure meeting you. Here. I wanna chat more with you." Mark pulled out a pen from his pocket and wrote digits on the palm of my hand.
When he finished, I stared at the digits realizing it was his number. My cheeks suddenly felt warm. Am I blushing?
Mark smiled kindly at me. "And maybe soon we can meet up to do something."
"Oh, ok!" I watched him leave.
Sam flew up looking more giddy than ever.
"Well, I bet whoever was gonna show up in the pot, had to be him."
