I may not be the smartest // open // or the strongest

JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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Jacob smiled as someone approached his little pile of creations. He didn't recognize her but he was glad to see any of his clanmates using the things he made. It was cold here and he wanted to make sure they weren't getting sick. They were all new to the area and, while it wasn't his job necessarily, he wanted to do his best to make sure things went as well as possible. After all, if they didn't he'd have to move all over again. Beyond just caring about the new friends he'd made here, this was his new home. He was safer here than he had ever been in the city, even if he'd hated leaving it. There was no one here that really knew his name or where he came from and the anonymity made him relatively safe. There was still a chance someone had managed to follow them or tracked down the letters he sent to his Babbo every week but it was unlikely. Out here, it was just him, Jersey, and a bunch of stranger. Which was exactly how he liked it. "Oh, ya' don' gotta' worry 'bout payin' me back or nothin' like that. 'Course ya' can take whatever one ya' like. I made 'em for everyone, after all," he paused for a moment, listening to her introduction before giving a smile and answering, "'S nice ta' meet ya', London. 'M Jacob. Ya' don' gotta' call me mister or nothin' like that though."

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✯ — MALE. SNOWBOUND. MEDIUM. REF. TAGS. — ✯

#psychosocial.