#lockley

[silverjetsystm]

Continued with @kylo-wrecked from x 📱 edition.

Yes, the system has one phone number. Steven and Jake both gave their digits to Ben.

New message buzz.

New messages, judging by the vibrations escalating to an anxious jittery mess against the cupholder. Put it on vibrate. It's less disturbing. "Lies," grumbles swallowed up by one of his inoffensively mind-numbing work playlists that he tunes out.

Tourists.

Snatch an eyeful of ant lines of 'Solo' parading and typing dots between pulling the parking brake and helping the tourists get their luggage out of the cab trunk.

Grant's Contact Solo (says so right in the contact notes if he opens up the app).

Cash tip. Fair percentage.

He gets in line with the other cabs, drivers waiting for the next wave, and catches up.

Solo: yet

Solo: yeah

Solo: what. Don't plotz on me

Should he get back into signing his texts? Eh. Solo's Grant's Contact and Jake's phone losing, fist fighting farshnoshket. Cept the other night, tucked away in Battery Park between himself and well--.

Solo: is Jake

Solo: phone ✔️ Jake ✔️ Grant 🚫 whoever 🚫

Solo: hello

Solo: last few days are a blur. What's new?

[silverjetsystm]

Its Wednesday. Its 2am. She could fly home, she supposed. Whisk herself there on the Bifrost of her own power. Summon a storm, wreck the city. But she doesn't. She doesn't. She stands on the sidewalk and raises her arm at the glowing lights. Raises her arm in a prayer to some semblance of normal. Some new routine. Something. Something. Anything.

A cab. A driver. An escape from a bar filled with colourless souls and watered-down drinks. Cabs arent aimless. They're the opposite. Cabs have a purpose. A duty. A direction.

She slides into the first one that pulls up, wearing jeans and a blouse and smudged gold liner around tired blue eyes. A god in a taxi. No one would bat an eye at it in this city. It's why she's there, she supposed. In city where gods could get into taxis.

"Hi. How are you?" Her accent lilts in the small space. A pause for a reply. A genuine ear for it. He asks where she's going. She tells him a block from her actual address and puts the seatbelt on; if only to get away from the curb faster.

She's used to immediate travel. Click of the fingers travel. Anywhere she wants travel. What she wants is ash now. Dust. A ride in a cab feels measured compared to that. A god in a cab. A routine. Something to do. "How long will it take?"

The sun was long gone. Humidity clung to the late night (so late it was early again). Schvitz clinging to his shirt. Trusty a/c could do so much during the dog days of summer. For the third time today, Lockley wished for rain. He’d take the shift of city stench and hazards over the current oppression.

It would give everyone something else to kvetch about.

His next fare is a woman, blonde hair reflecting gold from streetlights. She slides in, social cue welcomed. “Hey. Doin’ alright.” Lockley is an easy smile, toothpick rolling to a corner of his mouth. Regulations and whatnot kept him from lighting up on the clock. What's off the clock is his business. His owned vehicle. What the T.L.C. don't know won't hurt them. “Where you off to?” Wherever it was, had to be better than barflies congregating around overpriced swill.

Her accent delivering the destination clocks her as not from around here. Scandinavian. Plenty of theories buzzing in Lockley’s mind. He can speculate later. “Sure thing.” Rough fingers start the meter. $2.50 flickers red from its box on the dash.

Seatbelt click from her, a foot on the pedal from him. They’re off. Her question is common. ‘We'll get there when we get there’ is for difficult types. For those who get stuck in traffic and complain. He knows city currents better than any GPS. "Bout fifteen minutes. Maybe less." Closer to ten, he rounds up. The walk would be longer.

Engine and a/c hum add their own parts to the 2 A.M. mezzo piano. A four on the speaker scale. Silence isn’t on the menu. Almost peace is why Lockley drives 5p to 5a. There’s breeze, less crowds and go-go-go. Aforementioned barflies. Delivery scooters taking advantage of emptier lanes. Construction corners. Skyscrapers metallic shadows looming far above the cheery yellow cab.

Toothpick pointed towards the roof, he glances in the rearview mirror towards her. “Not a good night?”

@valkxrie

[silverjetsystm]

cont'd with @themckaytriarchy from x

“Ach. Didn’t let it go to waste.” What more’s he gonna say about that, in the face of their own death and coming back? Her involvement breaking the old bird out of the clink. Being squeezed tight in ticked affection, forehead against forehead, gray flat cap brim propped up in her curls. They’re catching up – Marc, Grant, and him to all the people they missed. Tess included. Top of the list.

“Uh huh,” he answers, hands flat against her waist, crooked smile, studying her studying him. Business as usual. Same as the pale distant moon beginning to peek over buildings in its ancient path. “Aw, you don’t got to get me good stuff.” Eyebrows waggle, tongue wedged in his cheek, cheerful eyes clipping between the whites of her eyes, the medallion slung around her neck. A high whistle. “Movin’ up in the world, huh. Y’know none of us would’ve asked that of you.” Here she is anyway. They’re kvelling, they’re guilty.

Jake nudges her shoulder in response, throwing his head back into a deep belly laugh, pricking tears at the edges of his eyes. “What sentiment. I’ll drink t’that.” Out of whatever she buys him. That’s their people to the core. “Welcome to the mishegoss, Tess. I’ll buy you the next round.”

[silverjetsystm]

@valkxrie asked:

Fuck running. It was too hot. Too hot. The packs never fit right. The shoes always hurt. There was no memory foam or carbon fibre plate. No sweat-wicking matching athletic sets. Well, they were matching. All of them, running in formation. "This is the opposite of team building. I hate all of you now." Brunnhilde managed from under her cap, sweat abseiling down her spine. Feet rose and fell, making little thunder. Everyone was short on breath, making a hot gale. Her comment got a few grunts of agreement and a few groans of salty sentiment. Lopsided smile. Damp. The pilot's gaze went to Marc, who suddenly seemed a little lost. A little less... steely in his resolve. A little less familiar under his pack. "You good?" She breathed, eyes up from the line. "Marc?"

[note: they are not diagnosed with DID at this time]

Fuck PT. Fuck running in formation. No matter how fiddle fucking Spector gets with the pack to have it lay right against his back, keep it all centered and squared away, the weight is still the fucking weight. It was too hot.

Someone with too much brass and too little sense on the Chair Force side got all tilted over green on green silkies and skivvy shirts. Just don’t look. Or do. Whatever. So here the Marines are, green skivvy t-shirt and green fucking sweatpants in the middle of [REDACTED] while Air Force is white on navy shorts.

Spector checks his squad, left and right. Everyone hydrated. All good for what it is. Legs pull and pumped. Sweat beaded and rolled freely, stinging his eyes. Instead of hitting disciplined zone of focus, he’s fucked off completely mentally.

If Marc was around to hear Brunn, he’d agree. Team breaking.

Sitting in shotgun, Jake watched the clouds pass, bodies all around him. Nature. It’s all good for the second mile or so. Muscle memory and conditioning his friend. Until the legs burn and cramp. He skips one step, than the next. Lungs suck in humid and hot air he doesn’t recognize. Doesn’t recognize any of the faces either. Dizzy. Spots dance in his vision.

Maybe he was dreaming still. Haha.

Faces talked. “Sarge? Spector. Hey.” "You good?" "Marc?"

Car heading to the shoulder, Jake slowed, green and white flowing around him. Water splashes from bottles. Low song, “Heat casualty!” called back down the line. “Another one!?”

Ground rushed up at Jake. He flailed, head between his knees, waiting for his body to stop plotzing.

[silverjetsystm]

Hoax now has access to 'that black and white laughing guy emoji" I made on disco.

Aka The Ideal Jake Laughing part of this panel

The panel they deem "That’s so fucking hilarious I love it" ✨️

[silverjetsystm]

❤️ RED HEART — what is/are your love language(s)? how do you use it/them to communicate your feelings about others?

IN CHARACTER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS. | Accepting

Of all the corners and streets Jake visits, Ruby’s Diner is Jake’s second favorite food joint place. Jake’s favorites come in all types. Silver, between Gena’s (family) and Naomi’s (friends), ain’t so bad. Some third place that isn’t his cab-home, Rock-Ola jukebox in the corner playing touchscreen tunes instead of CDs or spinning 45 rpm vinyl.

Everyone’s got somewhere to be after being seen. Grant would’ve found something nice and exclusive. Grant would’ve found his way to a ticket. Sat across from one another in a front window booth, Brunn is post-show (ballet) silks. Jake is worn cabbie fare, graveyard shift smile, whispering Hamotzi to his plate.

Brunn and Jake (not that there’s a Brunn-and-Jake) holding fast to something. Friendly couple-a casual no strings, no details, no questions.

Questions still arise. Why a cabbie has a Wall Street suit. Why a woman goes out and has him pick her up instead of going with anyone she met. Solitude around people, typical for this City. People stacked on top of people. Safety didn’t seem to be part of the equation. Physical safety, that is.

She could afford a driver. He’s been to her place.

Jake cuts into sunny-side up eggs. Yolks spill onto medium t-bone steak. Everything eventually to be mopped up by white toast, washed down by sweet as sin black coffee.

“See.” Studying her gold accents, studying how she takes everything in. Getting closer to being there when she wakes up. Of drinking coffee together from her good mug and the not so good mug. “I like Ruby’s cause it’s quiet when I need it.” Fork gestures at the pack of club kids crowded in the back corner booth, late night blue collar workers perched at the counter in their ones and twos. Head shifts to the side, sliding thumb against the brim of his green flat cap. Wide popping eyes for comedic effect. “Relatively.” One of the kids is holding court. “What can ya do.”

Nobody looks for him at Ruby’s in the densest part of the City, practically a stone’s throw from Columbus Circle. He’s either on the move, not around, or at one of his visible places.

@valkxrie

[silverjetsystm]

SEVEN DEADLY SINS CHARACTERISTICS

⤷ bold those that apply to your muse. italicise for sometimes.

𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 : desire for connection, pursuit of pleasure, emotional intelligence, obsessive, lovesick, one-night stand, seductive encounter, flirtatious conversation, erotic party, seductive attire, revealing clothing, passionate gaze, provocative makeup, sensual expressions, suggestive gestures, flirtatious smiles, lingerie, love letters, perfumes, provocative behaviour, love poems, erotic art

𝐆𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘: indulgence in experiences, savouring moments, ‘hospitality’, 'generosity’, hedonism, culinary expertise, wine tasting, excessive snacking, overloaded plates, excessive portions, bloated stomachs, messy eating, greasy fingers, full tables, indulgent spreads, overflowing cups, satisfied expressions, wine bottles, can’t get enough, fast food wrappers

𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐘: motivation, competitive spirit, strategic planning, observational skills, bitter, rivalry contest, envious gossip, resentment-filled argument, social media jealousy, furrowed brows, clenched jaws, side-eye looks, pursed lips, tense posture, whispering behind backs, crossed arms, gossip magazines, keeping up with the Joneses, the grass is always greener, feeling inadequate

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃: resourcefulness, entrepreneurial spirit, negotiation, materialistic, aggressive investment, lavish spending spree, resource hoarding, get-rich-quick scheme, auction bidding war, property acquisition, piles of money, overflowing wallets, luxury items, locked safes, penny-pinching, rare collectibles, selfishness, unwillingness to share

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇: calmness, stress management, nonchalance, relaxation techniques, lethargic, apathetic, inactive, lazy weekend, binge-watching marathon, neglected chores, skipped workout, long nap, lounging on the couch, missed deadline, unkempt appearance, messy hair, pyjamas, blankets, slippers, procrastination station, self-care routines

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄: confidence, self-assurance, self-respect, dignity, public speaking, self-promotion, arrogant, conceited, egotistical, self-important, vain, boastful speech, puffed chest, raised chin, smug smiles, spotlight, tooting your own horn, showing off, refusing to admit mistakes, feeling entitled, personal branding, leadership development

𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇: assertiveness, decisiveness, strength, intensity, boundary setting, courage, indignant, heated argument, road rage incident, physical altercation, angry outburst, clenched fists, glaring eyes, tense muscles, raised voices, reddened faces, aggressive gestures, stormy demeanour, intense frowns, destructive actions, broken objects, punching bag, out for blood, fists, simmering anger

tagged by @revenantinflames

These are always funny. Jake does have flaws but they're not quantifiable on lists. He works very hard. He's very social. He hates all of Grant's 1% bullshit to a fault. He takes some things not as serious as they should and people get hurt because of that.

[silverjetsystm]

$ - dealer’s choice on verse

Text Messages | Accepting

Brunn 🪶: I'm not going in. My night off is my night off. I got plans already.

Brunn 🪶: Not my problem.

Brunn 🪶: Ach. Hey Brunn. don't mind me bawling out my boss - Lockley

Brunn 🪶: Ever seen roller derby? Doors at 5:45, first whistle at 6:30 - Lockley

[silverjetsystm]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

italicize what your muse likes. bold what they love. strike what they hate.

Taste :

Sweet | Salty | Bitter | Umami | Sour | Chocolate | Bacon | Vegetables | Fruit | Berries | Carrots | Cake | Cookies | Pretzels | Pasta | Tomatoes | Applesauce | Sauerkraut | Pickles | Olives | Potatoes | Ice Cream | Pineapple | Pineapple on pizza | Fish | Beef | Garlic | Spinach | Mushrooms | Cheese | Milk | Juice | Marmite | Beetroot | Anchovies | Gefilte Fish | Peppers | Wholewheat bread | Marshmallows | Mango | Broccoli | Peanut butter | Nutella | Mint and chocolate | Cashew nuts | Tofu | Brussels sprouts | Grape flavor

Touch :

Soft | Rough | Smooth | Sticky | Slimy | Hot | Cold | Damp | Wet | Clammy | Coarse | Fur | Velvet | Silk | Lace | Hot metal | Cold metal | Paper | Plastic | Bubble wrap | Wool | Wood | Tree bark | Hot asphalt | Leaves | Wicker | Sand | Rocks | Rough rocks | Smooth rocks | Hair | Skin | Tight hugs | Gentle hugs | Lip kisses | Skin kisses | Holding hands | Rough touches | Gentle touches | Scratches | Bites | Sunlight | Light sheets | Thick blankets | Baggy clothes

Scent :

Flowers | Sea water | Chocolate | Fish | Cooking onions | Cleaning products | Citrus | Lemons | Grapefruit | Oranges | Rain | Freshly cut grass | Wet dirt | Wood | Cologne | Perfume | Fire | Smoke | Gasoline | Tires | Paint | Chlorine | Pools | Fresh bread | Cooking bacon | New books | Coffee | Linen | Vanilla | Cinnamon | New car | Sunscreen | Nail polish | Mint | Cigarette smoke | Leather

Sound :

Loud sounds | High pitched sounds | Low pitched sounds | Quiet sounds | Loud voices | Soft voices | High voices | Deep voices | Morning voice | Snoring | Rain on windows | Thunderstorms | Fire crackle | Crickets | Frogs | Typing on a keyboard | Horse hooves on gravel | High heels | Laughter | Deep laughter | Giggling | Purring | Dog bark | Howling | Car engine | Distant chatter | Bird chirps | Classical music | Pop music | Folk music | Rock music | Country music | Klezmer music | Carnival music | Metal music | Rap music | Showtunes | Guitar | Violin | Piano | Frying food | Nails tapping | Waves

Sight :

Red | Orange | Yellow | Green | Blue | Purple | Pink | Black | White | Silver | Gold | Shiny | Dull | Shapes | Orange lighting | Natural lighting | Seaside scenery | Forest scenery | Field scenery | Patterns | Clear skies | Cloudy skies | Night time | Day time | Sunrise | Sunset | Stained glass windows | Old buildings | Stone buildings | Wood cabins | Spring | Summer | Fall | Winter | Brick buildings | Moss | Flowers | Gardens | Hedge mazes | Corn mazes | Lakes | Rivers

[silverjetsystm]

//tfw i sit down to write and Jake's taking up the brain cell.

[silverjetsystm]

if your muse could redo one moment in their childhood, what would it be and how would they change it?

hard-hitting q’s for character development… | Accepting

Couple notes.

Jake calls Elias/dad 'the old rabbi.'

At this moment in time, nobody is aware the system is a system.

"Guay de mi" is Ladino for "oh my." It's the Ladino "oy vey."

Jake can handle being bawled out; Marc is confrontational specifically with Elias and things get muddied.

Latin pop blared from the radio while Jake pulled the Ford Aerostar into a South Side gas station. Beneath the macho behavior, he was anxious as all get out, calculating their joyride.

Half a tank. Fill it, drop the energetic kids off, and drop the van in Bernard's garage no problem. Jake had been hoping the cousins'd conk out for the home stretch, smelling like Lake Michigan beach. Alma - Jake's copilot, the map reader, the boss - turned to the back of the van, lungs louder than the decibels of six other kids. "¡Chitón!"

Uninterrupted hour of sunbathing over.

Jake looked back at exactly the wrong moment. Randall egging on a slap fight in the second row. "Ey!" Caught up in the drama, he forgot where he was putting the tires. A scraping sound of metal meeting yellow pole left Earth-shattering, fearful silence. Bernard, the old rabbi's best friend for a zillion years, didn't know they had borrowed the wheels. They had a house key for emergencies. To a sixteen year old with a license burning a hole in his wallet, this qualified. Give the cousins a day out.

Shoulders trembling, he pulled the van forward, corrected, and backed into the spot to Shakira. Every other time, Bernard's been riding shotgun. Hardly any blindspots. Spaceship-like. Jake could see anything coming. He slid out to survey the damage, rueful smile slick with beading sweat on wispy mustache. "Ach." Yellow paint streaked across the middle light blue stripe of the dented door. The little conscience asked what the bloody hell they were doing. Loud whispers, nervous giggles break out like small fires.

Sweaty palms on the wheel, air conditioner on full blast, they drive to the cousins' place without further incident. Alma and Jake split a cigarette like its his last one before his execution. Randall was morose for a 13 year old, swinging his feet, staring out the window on the ride northish. Jake planned. Which mechanics to call, where to source parts if the dent didn't pop out. Paint matching. Nobody had saw him take the van, he could buy a few days…

Bernard, his wife, Leah, and Leah's father lived two blocks over from the {old rabbi's} home. Everyone had been out when Jake nabbed the keys off the entryway hook. Everyone was back again. Bernard and the old rabbi were sitting on the porch with stone faces. Jake parked it in the driveway, damage on full display. Didn't have to wait long. They came to them. "Guay de mi," said Bernard, old rabbi ushering them into the house to avoid further eyes. Jake could feel the neighbors watching, the judgments.

Old rabbi's got his work cut out for him. Got to be mother and father on an already bare family tree. Jake knows this. Boxed in on a stiff floral couch, Jake raised his chin. "I can fix it. It's body work."

"Stealing? Is this what you do now, M--"

For Marc, the last few years between father and son have been tense disappointments. The occasional shouting match. Whatever 'he had done' now, whatever slight he's done this time. Could be anything. Sneaking out, fights, who he kept time with. Scowling, fists clenched, tension coiling from head to toe. Dry palms rub his forehead in an attempt to soothe the ache. Could be the heat.

Bernard cuts dad off, weary before it even starts, Dad could continue this tale at his own home. Disappointment burned worse than raised voices, shame burning deep. "I know you'll take care of this," said Bernard, flat cap shading watery blue eyed worry.

"I will." Whatever it was.

Obviously, if he had to do it over, Jake would ask to borrow the van and take the sting of looking uncool.

[silverjetsystm]

one of my favorite Jake moments. The diner just got hit by a neighborhood kid who got exposed to some government experimental waste.

Also features a Spector flashback.

MK (1980) #34 Writer: Isabella. Artist: Hampton. Colorist: Scheele.

[silverjetsystm]

Has Jake considered driving for Lyft? The job comes with a pink fuzzy mustache!

"Buddy, I don't need a corporation t' give me a pink fuzzy stache."

[silverjetsystm]

@fasciinating asked: "Are you intentionally trying to confuse me?" ( hi!! )

The USS Enterprise-A hummed pleasantly through space. Lockley smiled to himself at the helm. Another quiet night shift, as much as a vessel of her class and the time of day mattered in the sunless sea. Each rotation had its own rhythm. Nobody bothers him and he can take in the view while performing a vital task. He can also get away with 'Spector's' odd behavior. Grant could fiddle with star charts and sensors to his heart's content. Lockley doesn't have the head for it. He'll fly the ship. Just the way they liked it.

Spock's question confuses him - forehead scrunched. Quickly, he flicks through his mental list. The First Officer doesn't do trick questions. Lockley showed up on time, uniform neat and tidy. "No, Sir," he states, fingers brushing the mustache he adhered when he woke up.

Lieutenant Spector typically is clean-shaven like Regulations demand. "Is there anything I can do for you, Sir?"

[silverjetsystm]

🖤🖤

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours. | Accepting!

He's pretending to be dead. Next.

We're bribing our way into Mr. Grant admitting things.

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

I mean, a fistfight in the back of Jake's cab, knocking Ben out and dropping him off at his door does make a memorable [negative] first impression.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.