the pantaloon + open, joining

[jacob w.c.]

JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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Jacob's family was a sticky, complicated business that he admittedly didn't like thinking much about. He'd moved around so many times and there were so many things that were kept from him and things that he had to keep from others. A long string of secrets that he'd been born into or forced into and none of it was anything he wanted to be involved it. His worst fear was someone showing up at the border asking for his name because someone had died or fallen ill, not only because he cared deeply for his remaining family, but also because he had no intention of ever taking over the 'family business'. He wasn't so sure a thing like that could be called a business, though. He wondered sometimes if everything had really been out of necessity. He believed his Babbo and his Pa were good men, when they wanted to be and when they felt like they could afford it, but there was no doubting the fact they'd both done terrible things to get what they had. His Pa had died for it and Jacob had to be careful because of both of them. It was what led to him speaking little about the city he came from or ever mentioning his last names. Most here didn't even know he had any and that was the way he'd like to keep it. Still, he didn't like all the lies and secrecy and he hoped one day he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore but that felt more like a dream than any kind of feasible reality.

He was yanked from his thoughts when he heard someone screaming. His heart twisted and he began to rush towards the sound as fast as he could. His bad legs threatened to give out but soon he arrived beside Killua to see a stranger. "Don' worry, we're 'ere? Are ya' alright? Did ya' get hurt? You should really get inside n' I can give ya' some herbs n' look after ya', if ya' need me to-" the boy spoke quickly, his eyes searching the other boy's frame in obvious concern. He wasn't sure what happened but no one screamed like that for no reason. He looked up and around, as though searching for some sort of threat before his eyes returned to the creature before them.

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✯ — MALE. SNOWBOUND. MEDIUM. REF. TAGS. — ✯

#psychosocial.