Er… that looks… very nice on you, Emmet. [Jon has to practically force the words out, finding the shirt to be… not something he would imagine anyone wearing. But still, it fit Emmet, as odd as he was…]
You’re a nice person mister Jon~ [sits and waits, kicking his feet as Jon looked for a shirt that would fit one of the two rather tall, oddly proportioned brothers]
(Source: i-am-emmet)
money, slowly pocketing it. He felt a little dizzy at having such an amount… he’d think of what to do with it all later....
shirt off] Yep yep~ ♥ You can have it! And...shirt! [a warm smile over