JJ, Fake Crying: I’m So Sorry!

JJ: This date is boring!

Pope: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

JJ: Then why did you invite me?

Pope: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Pope I'll do whatever want!

Rafe : JJ sucks

Pope: mhm

Pope: he swallows too

Rafe: *absolutely horrified*

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I would highly appreciate it if you guys checked out my JJPope fic Pancakes for dinner !! There’s just a few chapters to go before it will be completed!

Random cat: Meow.

JJ: You sly bastard, I never would've thought of that.

Cleo: I'm sorry, but can he actually speak cat or is he just messing with us?

Pope: Knowing JJ... It may very well be both.

John B: how’s your head?

JJ: I haven’t had any complaints

John b, exasperated: your concussion, JJ.

JJ: oh! I’m fine

JJ: Bitches b like "I'm baby" but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do you know about being baby you were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I'm bitches

Pope: I-

Pope, sweating: Tomorrow at 7. I'Il pick you up. Dress nice. *walks away*

JJ, a little flustered: Did he just ask me out on a date?

Sarah: I think it was more of a statement.

Kiara: More like a threat really.

JJ, pointing: can I sit there?

Pope: that’s my lap

JJ: that still doesn’t answer my question

Cleo: Can you teach me how to hoe?

JJ: Rude.

JJ: *sips beer*

JJ: But yes.

Kiara: have you proposed yet?

Pope: no, but in my head JJ and I have two kids and a library