DON'T REACH FOR YOUR POCKETS // open, invite

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob walked near the border in hopes of catching the smell of the sea more often than he liked to admit. He told himself he wasn't sure why even though he knew very well why. Rosie sat perched on his shoulder today. In some ways, he had come to rely on the little sugar glider that'd been gifted to him by a particularly handsome pirate captain. He told himself that if he walked a little too far or if he somehow hurt his legs while he was out, she'd be able to notify the other Snowbounders and they'd be able to find him much sooner than if he was just out on his own. Deep down, he knew the truth was that he kept the sugar glider around both because of practical reasons and because her presence reminded him of someone who could never take these walks with him. Today, though, he did catch the smell of the sea in the air but he already knew it wasn't the one that he often looked for. There was no smell of cigarette smoke or coconut. He wasn't sure how that smell had ingrained itself in his mind so easily but he wasn't going to question it now. He arrived near the stranger and offered a light smile. Things had been difficult lately but hopefully this party would be a good distraction. Usually Jacob wouldn't be one for such parties but, well, there were other things that drew him to the Typhoon these days. "Thank you so much. I'll make sure ta' let everyone know they're welcome ta' go if they like n' I'll be headin' over myself soon," he stated, pausing briefly before quickly adding, "Oh! 'M sorry, I don' think we've properly met. M' name's Jacob." —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"

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