Harrison pinched his cheek. “Go back inside, pretty boy. I’ll get us some wood.”
“You get any more wood, and I won’t be able to take it all,” Jett chirped, and Harrison felt his cheeks go red.
“Fucking brat,” Harrison growled. He spun Jett around and pushed him in the direction of the house. “Go before I shove snow down your pants to cool you off.”
Jett blew him a kiss and bolted before Harrison could make good on his threat. Shaking his head at Jett’s behaviour, Harrison began carving a path toward the warehouse where he kept the woodpile. His leg twinged painfully, but he wouldn’t be out for much longer.
And the colder he was, the more excuse he had to wrap himself around Jett and never let go.
Jett
Jett: So it wasn’t a wendigo that took out the power line, but Harrison said it might be a tree
Jett was texting the group while he waited in the dark for Harrison to return from completing his manly task. He had found a hoard of candles in one of the kitchen drawers and lit every one, not because he was scared, but because he didn’t want to trip and hurt himself.
He was thinking about avoiding injuries for the playoffs, not the monsters lurking in the woods.
Yeah right.
Arlo: That happened a few years ago too. There are tons of dead trees on the property
Jin: Wait, are you without power in the woods?
Jett: Yeah, and cell reception is getting spotty too? Must be the storm
Jin: Or the ghosts
Jett: Fuck you
Étienne: Do you need me to send help? I know someone in Halifax who I could call.
Jett: Harrison has it handled. He has a whole emergency system in place and a garage full of fuck knows what, but thanks Leroux
Arlo: He’s fucking neurotic. He’ll get them out
Étienne: -thumb up emoji-
Arlo: Where is he? Did you find the candle stash?
Jett: Getting firewood, so he should be back anytime
He looked up from his phone. Harrison had been gone for a while, but Jett wasn’t concerned. He was probably chopping wood or something.
Jin: I bet he has a lot of wood
Arlo: Gross
Étienne: Goodnight.
Jett: Hands off my man, Park
Jin: Come on, I’m alone on Christmas and I ran out of quests to do in Dreamlight Valley. Give me something to think about in the shower later
Arlo: Let’s not. Also, can’t you find anyone who’s into pink hair in Ottawa?
Jin: Not anyone attractive
Bash: I can be on the next plane
