FIC: Pictures of You
“There’s no entry wound.”
“What?”
“Entry. Wound. There’s nowhere that the bullet actually went in,” Jesse said, staring intensely at the cellphone screen.
“Look, this isn’t a photoshoot. All we have to do is flash this in front of his face and he’s gonna start singing like Whitney Houston.”
“Come on, yo! It’ll take like ten seconds to snap it ( Read more... )
“What?”
“Entry. Wound. There’s nowhere that the bullet actually went in,” Jesse said, staring intensely at the cellphone screen.
“Look, this isn’t a photoshoot. All we have to do is flash this in front of his face and he’s gonna start singing like Whitney Houston.”
“Come on, yo! It’ll take like ten seconds to snap it ( Read more... )
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I did LOL at Jack's "any of you off Pinkman?"
It was like it was going to be a "dammit Elam" moment if someone said yes :D
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LOL, I actually loved writing Jack in this one. He's so casual whil Walt's freaking out. And YEEES it would have been a "dammit Elam" moment :P
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