RP: Sparkle sparkle little snowflake Who: Jasper, open Where: in a snowdrift at the PBAS When: Early afternoon, February 13 Rating/Warning: No idea Summary: Jasper chills, ha-ha, because he has nothing better to do Status: Open, ongoing
Jasper was sprawled on one of the snow drifts, a grin on his lips. There were people in the field, not so very far away. They were taking measurements, talking, laughing, bitching about the snow and the cold, and it amused him.
Especially when they shot him glances and lowered their voices ... he could still hear them.
He'd noticed a few more people had vanished - including Bella. Which suited him just fine; all she was going to do here was mope about Edward, then trip and cut herself on a pillow. He shook his head slightly, disrupting the snow that had gathered in his hair.
He should go find Alice, he knew. He'd seen her only a few times since her return. It wasn't that he was avoiding her, exactly ... he was still just sorting his thoughts out and trying to decide if it was worth trying to give up humans again. He'd redeveloped a taste for them, but ... yes, there was the matter of the feeling their pain. Sometimes it wasn't worth it. Sometimes it was though.