E-mail to Jake
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To: [Supa Sekrit giver]
From: [Painfully discreet]
Subject:
Dude! I'm like dying here. You're just lucky that Remy finally managed to teach me to keep my mouth shut, that's all I can say.
But dude! Manny? And Miss 'I so poison'? Just, dude! At least let me tell like, Illyana or something. Or maybe Mark. Wow, Mark should totally know. Pleeeeease?
~J.
From: [Painfully discreet]
Subject:
Dude! I'm like dying here. You're just lucky that Remy finally managed to teach me to keep my mouth shut, that's all I can say.
But dude! Manny? And Miss 'I so poison'? Just, dude! At least let me tell like, Illyana or something. Or maybe Mark. Wow, Mark should totally know. Pleeeeease?
~J.
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Date: 2009-07-20 01:30 pm (UTC)From: [Paid to deliver]
Subj: Re: Why, damn you, why?
NO. Don't even think about it, Lee.
Maybe next time you'll come to my rescue when I'm being pinned down by teenage girls and covered in Sharpie.
(Although...that was kinda hot.)
Jake
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Date: 2009-07-21 06:57 am (UTC)From: [Greatly put upon]
Subject: Teenage girls, is it?
You know that way lies nothing but trouble. Think of their fragile little egos and all the crying it'll involve when they realise you aren't their prince charming, come to sweep them away to the big city. Or, you know, Illyana gets sick of their whiny calls to the office wanting to know where you are and curses one of them.
But why can't I tell? I'd totally deflect suspicion from you and make out that I'd developed a secondary telepathic mutation. (I'm sure I could get Betsy in on it, she's got a total soft spot for me.)
~J.