Fear // open

[JERSEYBOY]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"]Jerseyboy and Jacob were contrasted in many ways. One, Jacob was a large dog and Jerseyboy was a small cat. Two, they both were on very different ends of the moral spectrum. Three? They both had differing reactions to the smell of smoke. Jerseyboy could handle it, obviously. He was a smoker himself, and the smell had surrounded him for practically his whole life. When he was a kitten, his father had indulged in cigarettes, and he had eventually caught onto the nasty habit as well. Jacob? He flipped his shit. He hyperventilated, he wheezed, he fell to the floor, he started to cry. Jerseyboy knew this, too. He knew Jacob too well.

The tuxedo tom didn't usually crash until the early morning hours, and so he was awake and alert. He was in his cave, of course, listening to some music on a small battery-powered radio, when a commotion erupted from outside. This wasn't normal, seeing as everybody usually headed to bed at a decent hour. Jerseyboy couldn't help but poke his head outside of his cave and swivel his ears so that they were pointed towards one of the tunnels. It... smelled like Jacob. Being up this late? Not normal. Something was off. And, the more he analyzed the plethora of smells, he could identify that Killua guy and someone else. What, were they having a party without him? Like hell they were. So, his nosy-ass self took to the tunnel, trekking into the depths of it until he came across the medicine stash.

"The fuck's goin' on?" It hadn't taken long for something in Jerseyboy's mind to click. Jacob: on the floor, crying, panicking. Random people: standing around, not doing anything. At least in his eyes, they weren't. Perhaps they just didn't know how to handle the situation, but considering that Jerseyboy was Jacob's sibling-figure, he knew everything he needed to know about the chief. This included how to deal with his "episodes".

The tuxedo tom rather rudely shouldered forward and shoved past the two others standing by Jacob's side. "Move it, the both of ya's." He grunted. He didn't have the patience or time to deal with them; all he cared about was his little brother. Jerseyboy highly doubted that these two were the cause of this, but if they were? Hoh, they'd better be high-tailing it out of there before he found out. His dim, green eyes scanned over Jacob's damp features and he muttered under his breath, "Dammit." Trying to gather his thoughts, Jerseyboy put a paw on Jacob's shoulder and lightly shook it to get his attention. "Hey. Hey. Jake, calm down, alright? You're fine." Yeah, everything would be just fine. He glanced over at the herb stores before asking, "Whaddya' need, huh? Lavender? That, uh, thyme-shit?" Jerseyboy could honestly give less of a shit about anything medical-related, but after knowing Jacob for a long time, you tended to gather herb knowledge unintentionally. He could remember that these were anxiety-reducing herbs, and that Jacob needed these types to calm his frayed nerves.