#im trying to...pace it better so im breaking it up into hopefully smaller pieces than starry eyeds 40K SECOND CH AND 75K THIRD CH

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im not sure how well it comes across with how i write him but jet star will do literally anything to make the people he loves smile. the girl wants to wear his mask? he’ll give it to her without missing a beat because he knows her grin lights up his whole world. he caught the kobra kid eyeing that old-school radio transmitter in tommy chow mein’s for weeks but didn’t get it because he was clean out of carbons so jet buys it and hands it to him with zero fanfare just to see the kid’s deadpan veneer crack for a second and to see his smile brighten a little under the sun. whatever stupid, silly, expensive thing that might split party poison’s distant disposition into one of their megawatt grins or might tempt a smile, a real goddamn smile and not the fronting he sharpens his teeth on like a knife, out of fun ghoul, jet will do it with no hesitation and no warning and no questions asked.

jet star’s love isn’t something he puts into words because how do you put a thing like that into words? jet star’s love is a hand on your shoulder when you’re on the verge of falling apart and it’s him giving you a pack of bubblegum that he paid god knows how much for because he knows you’re sick of smoked bugs and dog food. his love is doing everything under his power to see his crew smile no matter how dark and dismal and relentless and impossible things get.