"How would you know what looks good on me? Never stuck around long enough to actually find out." She said.
Jay took a step back, her words nearly knocking the breath out of him. “You’re accusin’ me of leavin’ you? That’s fuckin’ rich.”
Yasmine fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke, looking down at the ground like she always did, “I’ll be sure to buy him some new clothes, then! I haven’t gone shopping for him in weeks, and I’m having withdrawals. You wouldn’t mind if I brought him to the mall with me sometime so I could buy him some cute shoes, right?” She looked up at the boy in front of her with the wishes of his approval.
A startled laugh escaped him, his brows rising in amusement. Sure, he wasn’t exactly surprised at her enthusiasm — she had been ever since she met Shiloh — but he couldn’t deny how endearing it was. “So long as you don’t spend too much on him.”
Boston turned around to find Jay coming towards him. It wasn’t that Boston didn’t like Jay — it was that Boston didn’t really like Jay. He was always getting up in his business and putting him to work even if it wasn’t his place to do the job. Obviously, he didn’t say anything because if he did — he wouldn’t have his job anymore. “Got it.” he said bluntly, turning back to his book.
If anything, Jay found Boston’s blatant dislike amusing. He found it funny that the other boy would go to such lengths to keep himself in check, but also a bit frustrating. “Oh, don’t be a grump. It sets a bad example for the kids.”
"Don’t pretend like you know anything about me." Sienna said, her eyes narrowing. She wasn’t in the playful mood that she’d been in before.
Narrowing his eyes, Jay frowned. “Denial isn’t a good look on you, Scar. Never has been.”
"The maze is only for people thirteen and older, so your argument is completely invalid. I have no problem with kids. I do have problems with fourteen year old boys that don’t know how to hold their bladder when a girl jumps out at them from the corn." She countered with a smirk.
"Technicalities. Some people handle fear differently — I know you know that. Besides, you’re pretty damn terrifyin’ when you wanna be.” He shuddered at the last comment, shaking his head.
"Okay, you can’t blame me for spoiling him. The kid literally looks good in everything I put on him, it’s like a curse! You can’t expect me to not dress a kid like Shiloh adorably," Yasmine laughed a slight bit, "Speaking of, when’s the next time I get to see the kid?!"
He had to give her that one; he had a difficult time resisting his son’s charms as well. “He sure is the little model.” Running his hand through his hair, he looked to the sky, trying to remember the next time he was off. “Ah,” he said, blowing out a tuft of air. “I’m pretty sure I’m off next Tuesday, so I’ll definitely bring him by then.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Romeo had let out a small sigh sliding down against the side of the side of the building. “People pay us to scare them,” he grumbled running his fingers through his hair “Why the hell do they keep punching us? Do they not know they can say ‘no scare’ and we won’t; which the no scare rule is pointless,” he shrugged a little. It had been the fourth time this week that someone had ended up decked in the face by one of their visitors - this, of course, struck anger into 99.9% of the maze workers. “I-I’m fine, I mean, I’m just sort of pissed off about this?” he stuttered grabbing a tissue to wipe away any left over blood “I can say that I had some real blood a part of my costume tonight though, huh?” he muttered chuckling a little.
Moving his hands out in front of him in a sweeping gesture, Jay grinned and nodded. “At least you’ve found the bright side to it all.” If he was being honest with himself, he knew that if he’d been punched in the nose — especially repeatedly — he’d not be working at Willomac anymore, needless to say.
Boston slumped himself down on the little picnic table that sat at the back of the orchard. Most of the staff didn’t spend much time out there, but that was different with him. The brunette loved the feeling of the breeze that carried through the trees and the rustling of the leafs that filled his ears. At that moment in time, he had a book laid on the table and his head was laid in his hand. The slight noise that came up behind him startled him, “Oh — jeez,” he breathed out, draping his arm over his chest. “you scared me.”
Raising his hands in front of him, Jay said, “Sorry; didn’t mean to sneak up on you or anythin’. Boss man just wanted me to let you know that the train’s engine isn’t workin’, so it’ll be down until we can get a handyman out here to fix it.” In true Jayson fashion, he walked to the other side of the table and sat, a grin on his face. Drumming his fingers in front of him for a moment, Jay sat up as he remembered. “Oh, and you’re gonna have to help with the pettin’ zoo for the time bein’ or you won’t be paid.”