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Jacks was… worried, to say the least.
Don’t get him wrong. He loves Evangeline. More than anything. He gave up being a Fate for her.
But… this was truly concerning him.
“Alright, Little Fox… let’s start this once more.”, he said, starting to lose hope. And patience. Well, he would have lost it completely if this was not Evangeline. But, anyway, it was still draining all his will to live.
And he *definitely* was not being dramatic.
“Fff-… ffff…”, Eva started, her nose scrunched and her eyes narrowed, trying to get the word out.
Jacks was getting a bit of foolish hope. Yet, *hope.*
“Yes… you can do it… sound it out…”, he praised, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
“Fffffff…” her face was starting to look more similar to a tomato than her usual fair skin.
“Almost there!”, he exclaimed proudly, his grin wide with hope, his angelic dimples showing.
“Ffffff… LOVE MAKING!”, she finally let out.
“FOR FUCKS SAKE!”, he let out, covering his face with his hands in pain.
She was *so close*.
She giggled at his state.
“Please, Jacks. It’s not that bad that I cannot say bad words.”, she smiled at his agony. His *pure agony*. *The audacity!*
“Nothing will stop me from trying again. But for now, I believe we must have a break.”, he sighed in defeat.
“Cuddles?”, She asked, with eyes of an innocent little pup.
“Cuddles.”
He could never say “no” to that adorable face.