“you want me to—– what?” jo never understood the point of repetition. aloud anyway. she figured if she and a person were standing before one another, no distractions, no hearing problems, then confirming obvious words was pointless. why ask what you know you heard? you’re not giving any emphasis to anyone but yourself. yet here she was. the sun seemed to beat directly as if even she was watching the scene play out.
jo has a track record of some pretty god awful requests ( mostly from perverts and drunks alike ) and she tried not to let it throw her off. but here he is before her, unwavering and no trace of alcohol or a curve of his lips that’d make her wanna give him the bird and send him off. completely genuine and she cannot handle her surprise. “are you sure you want that kinda portrait— in your house?” she wouldn’t deny a genuine request no matter how odd. everyone had their likes and dislikes, their vices and the little things that pulled a smile when nothing else would.
even jo. ( but it was still weird )