[FUN GHOUL ➜ AUDIO 006]

[tooghoulforschool]

[It's stupid to be back on the network publicly so soon after the incident. Especially when he knows Jesse's back and he told Galen he'd stay away. But he needs to know. Can't ask anyone to ask for him when he's hiding out around the church.

So he'll just use audio. Make it quick. Hope someone gives him answers before anyone has time to notice. Don't make a scene.]

... Missin' some people. Not answerin' my calls, just wonderin' if anyone's seen 'em. Cassandra and Conrad. Cute little girl that could probably kick your ass and a prissy, pale dude that probably couldn't.

You know where they are, just leave a message or somethin'. [He sniffs, mumbling something inaudible before quickly saying,] Thanks.

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[tooghoulforschool]

Strange like musical. Strange like a storybook. [He likes it. Probably schizoid.]

Cass didn't take off, she got taken. [And he didn't know. He didn't do a damn thing about it. Shoulda been watching her closer, shoulda fought to keep Party close. Fuck this place. He sighs, and it's heavy.] Really don't wanna deal with this shit right now. If I had my blaster, if I had my fuckin' gun, they wouldn't be takin' anyone. We'd be long gone, blowin' in the wind, lookin' straight down nothin' but highway and broken glass for miles on all sides.

[He's rambling. He's tired.]

[magnets]

Strange like crazy, then. [ Jesse doesn't have time for your POETRY and your well-spoken SIMILES. ]

I'm pretty sure if you had a fuckin' gun, man, you'd be just as helpless to stop this crap just like everyone else. We ain't ever seen anyone get taken, we don't even know when they do it or why. So don't go blamin' yourself over somethin' stupid that ya can't help. [ Huff puff not like he gives a crap or anything. ] Guess this ain't really a Killjoy-friendly kinda environment.

[tooghoulforschool]

[Maybe that's your problem, Pinkman! Read a book, you uncultured swine! The kind with pictures.]

Nah. Nu-uh. You ain't seen my gun, sweet stuff. She's somethin' else. You ain't seen me handle her. Don't take bullets, just need a spark. [And he's grinning. Full-on grinning, it's a dazzling fuckin' smile. But then it fades.] No. It really ain't.

[magnets]

[ Like he has even ever stepped foot into a library, lbh. ]

Like one'a those- whatsit, phaser things. [ He gestures lackadaisically to Ghoul. That smile's a good thing to see on him, kind of gives Jesse a half of one too, if just for a second. ] Like Jet said. Should'a brought it with you, man.

[tooghoulforschool]

[Fffffff, okay. He takes back the uncultured comment. Nice Star Trek reference. Alright, alright. The smile is back and staying.]

Lemme tell you somethin' important, J. Real fuckin' important. Jet says a lot of things. [Check this eyeball he's giving you.]

That man is always right.

[magnets]

Always, huh?

[ That is one serious eyeballing. And while Jesse logically knows that someone can't be right all the time - if Mr. White and all his smarts is any indication of that - but he's got to admit; Jet's got a pretty damn good track record. ]

That viejo, he's one wise motherfucker, ain't he?

[tooghoulforschool]

[Ghoul nods, unable to keep that smile off his face.]

Wisest one I know. Long as he's around, long as you listen, you'll be alright. Spaceman's always on course, even when you ain't got no stars in the sky.

With him around, even fuck ups like me got a chance, yeah?

[magnets]

[ Even fuck ups like him, huh? Filling in the criteria for that category pretty damn thoroughly, it makes Jesse nod, a quiet hand rubbing thoughtfully over his cheek and coming to rest at his chin. Yeah. He could see that. He didn't know how many chances he had left waiting for him himself, but Jet sure as shit started to bring out the best of them. ]

I don't know, man, that's a pretty decently sized fuck up. [ His smile is dry, his eyebrows raising in jest. Then, after a beat: ] Ya think he's that good?