Jet shuffled down the street with one hand in his pocket, the other curled around a crumpled piece of paper his most recent employer had given him. He frowned at it while he walked, half reading it, half looking where he was going. Teeth bit down on a piece of grass, and he thought carefully about what the piece of paper said, because if he played his cards right, this presented quite the opportunity.
Lee had said he didn’t want to see him anymore. “Not like that,” were the words he used, and Jet would have been set back by that, if he believed it. But he didn’t, not in the slightest. After all, you don’t just stick your hand into the pants of someone you don’t intend to see for a bit afterwards.That’s not how these things worked. And Jet was, if nothing else, persistent; he wasn’t about to be set back because Lee was stubborn.
Longshot and Smellerbee continued to think he was going too far with all of this, but as he said to them, he wouldn’t be pushing so hard if he wasn’t absolutely certain that Lee wasn’t serious when he said he didn’t want this to happen. Hands didn’t tangle in hair like that if they didn’t really want to, mouths didn’t open like that if they didn’t like what they were tasting.
Jet crossed the street, and pushed open the door to Lee’s building, still looking mostly at the piece of paper, which his boss had scribbled quick instructions on, an assignment, of sorts. A mission, as Jet saw it. This was a job he needed to do well; it wouldn’t do him well to be fired again, and he had a rent to keep up with. And if he wanted to do it well- well, he might as well enlist Lee’s help.
Stepping lightly up the stairs, Jet reached Lee’s door and knocked, his face already split preemptively into a wide grin.