When she lurches awake, Jared swears again breathlessly, jumping back and failing to judge his proximity to the wall, resulting in him bumping into it unexpectedly and startling and swearing again as he backs away from a different direction.
"First of all, that's the coolest swear of all time. I'm stealing that. Second, my name is Jared Jacobs. And third, no fucking idea. I just woke up here, too. ...I thought you were dead," he confesses.
His momentarily shock, manifesting in casual conversation, is only replaced with bewilderment when he actually notices what she's wearing and the only reason he doesn't make a stupid comment about it is because the record starts playing and the voice is so fucking creepy that he can't not pay attention to it.
Hearing the lyric, Jared rolls his eyes and looks up at the ceiling, as if that's maybe where the voice originated when it hadn't at all. "Oh, fuck you, that song is horseshit!"
Jared's attention turns back to the woman and he realizes two things: one, she's hot as hell and two, she's holding her arm away from herself like the thing in it is about to bite her. He softens a little at that. "Hey...just...they gave me one, too," he says, holding out his own arm for her to see. "Look. It's definitely fucked up, but there are worse ways we could've been altered, trust me on that one. It's just a phone. It's not a big deal."
It is a big deal, because it's embedded in his fucking arm, but he's made the realization that she's super hot and he's not trying to look like a bigger idiot than he already did. "What's your name? Let's just get out of here before Leatherface shows up or something."
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"First of all, that's the coolest swear of all time. I'm stealing that. Second, my name is Jared Jacobs. And third, no fucking idea. I just woke up here, too. ...I thought you were dead," he confesses.
His momentarily shock, manifesting in casual conversation, is only replaced with bewilderment when he actually notices what she's wearing and the only reason he doesn't make a stupid comment about it is because the record starts playing and the voice is so fucking creepy that he can't not pay attention to it.
Hearing the lyric, Jared rolls his eyes and looks up at the ceiling, as if that's maybe where the voice originated when it hadn't at all. "Oh, fuck you, that song is horseshit!"
Jared's attention turns back to the woman and he realizes two things: one, she's hot as hell and two, she's holding her arm away from herself like the thing in it is about to bite her. He softens a little at that. "Hey...just...they gave me one, too," he says, holding out his own arm for her to see. "Look. It's definitely fucked up, but there are worse ways we could've been altered, trust me on that one. It's just a phone. It's not a big deal."
It is a big deal, because it's embedded in his fucking arm, but he's made the realization that she's super hot and he's not trying to look like a bigger idiot than he already did. "What's your name? Let's just get out of here before Leatherface shows up or something."