"You and your mind, Monsieur Jacko Claus." I scold, he laughs at the nickname at the end.

"I'm not fat." He then adds, trying not to laugh.

"You are fat with a I." I said, hoping he'd get the joke.

"Haha, see what you did there." He discovers.

"I think, at the excitement I'm having on moving in with you I'm going to be all packed up by December the first." I chuckle.

"Well, I'm half packed." Jack admits.

"Hey, if I finish packing before you I'll come along to help you in your time of need." I say, he goes mhm.

"Wait, is there built in wardrobes there?" I ask.

"Yeah, three bedrooms three bathrooms, a kitchen, dining room, lounge area connected to the front area, a large back garden mainly stabbing but grass patches, a garage for two cars." Jack informs, I make an agreeable sound every now and then.

"Sounds cool, I'm gonna pack. A small bag for shit I need for the rest of the days." I tell him.

"Well, we can move in whenever really." He tells me.

"Okay, finally bye. Love you." I say.

"Bye, love you more." Jack says, before hanging up on me.