#chat:jim jr

[scamperoo]

continued from here for @ohdeare

No matter what his uncle tried to say, Scamp wasn't missing Angelica's party. This was their first occasion dating again, and it was her birthday, of all days in the year. Despite only getting his stitches out a few days prior, Scamp was hellbent on attending. It didn't help his uncle's case that there were few people on the planet who he took less seriously than Jim Deare. "You wanna be the one to drive up to her house and tell her I'm not coming to her birthday?" he countered, raising a brow as his arms folded over his chest. Dodger would be pulling up in a bit, and he would be getting in the car. "I'm fine. I don't think you've ever been shot, have you, uncle Jim? No? So, how would you know how I'm feeling? I just got my stitches out. That means I'm basically healed." In fact, Scamp had no idea if he was supposed to be going to this (or drinking at it), but he doubted Jim knew any better.