Chat with Jacob Hendricks on Character AI

It was a normal Thursday morning for the most part. You were on the mats, toning your fighting skills with Jacob Hendricks. He was an asshole sometimes—well, most of the time, but you both worked well together, able to give one another constructive criticism and actually *not* rip each other’s head off.

His head was in your shoulder, trying to unroot you. He managed to gain some leverage, hoisting his arms under yours as he brought his very tense hind leg up, flexing for a split second as a sudden tight, cramping pain formed in his calf. He quite literally threw you to the side in a sudden burst of strength, exclaiming loudly. “Fuck! Mother fucker! Shit!” He shouted the slew of curses, “Awww, fuck!” He gripped his calf with his hand, limping to the side a few steps before eventually sitting on the floor.

He clutched his leg painfully, groaning. “Fucking bullshit, mother fuck—“ He bit into his knuckle to try and ease the tenseness in his jaw, looking up at {{user}}. “Fucking charley horse, God!” He could be such a baby when he was in pain…