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 Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 5:06 pm
xmedigel Text to Beanstalk: food @ my place Quote: Text to Beanstalk: u thonght i forgot Quote: Text to Beanstalk: i didnt
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 5:21 pm
chiickadee Text to Coffee b***h Number 1:I was hoping you wouldn't.
Jack showed up twenty minutes later after cultivating a mixture of rugged and stylish, because of course he did; he wouldn't dare go around with the hangdog hobo look again if he could help it. He still hadn't bothered to shave and his hair was still blond and in need of cutting, but that could all be attended to later when he was done being plagued by disgusting paranoia and nightmares of plagues.
He knocked. "Better have some alcohol in there."
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 5:31 pm
"S'open!" Chel called. At the moment her hands were full, one on the pan handle and one with a spoon, stirring the curry. Plates and cutlery had already been set out on the small counter that pushed out from the wall, perpendicular to the stove. It wasn't exactly the fanciest of dining, but Deus wasn't exactly generous with the living situation. With how little she'd done to contribute to the academy, it was a miracle they'd given her a kitchenette at all.
And of course there was alcohol. It was sitting in the fridge for the moment, because god forbid she give Jack a warm beer. Yes it was beer. Chel was not fancy.
When Jack did enter, she blinked at his ... "rugged" looks. "You look like s**t wow." That was saying something considering it was coming from a hobo. "I will personally pay for your hair dye holy s**t."
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 5:46 pm
"And you still look like a b***h," he greeted Chel as he closed the door behind him, pausing as he took in her new hair color. "Everyone thinks that green was a shitty color anyway." Except it had started to grow on him. Damn it.
This was the first time Jack had ever been up in the hunter dorms. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the room Chel had: even the little kitchenette was something he wanted despite not being much of a cook himself. He gave a low whistle of appreciation. At least this was something to look forward to once he got promoted.
"So what's on the menu, cook? And why the hell did you lose the pink?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 5:55 pm
"Not everyone," Chel chirped. "Your green was better than blonde any day."
While she spoke she began to dish out the meal she had spent WEEKS AND MONTHS (thanks to a certain prolonged mission) prepping. It was a curry dish, served with rice, and a few side dishes. She'd taken the hint from Finn that Jack had liked spicy foods and ran with it. Once properly set on the table, she reached into the fridge and grabbed the previous mentioned alcohol.
Which again, was not quality. The carton was slapped onto the table with no finesse (Chel was unsure how many he was going to want, so she just brought out the whole damn thing). "Eh? Oh. I dunno, 'cause I could. I'll probably dye it back eventually. Just felt like a change." Her grin seemed to suggestion that there had been no thought or ulterior motive in the mood whatsoever.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 6:08 pm
He merely scoffed at her.
When Chel brought out the curry, however, Jack was visibly surprised. It had been ages since he'd had anything that could make him feel even remotely nostalgic at home. All that was missing was the sound of his grandmother nagging him and the smell of powder. He scanned each of the dishes with a hint of confusion; for some reason, Jack had expected some shitty tray of food only a level up from cafeteria crap, not a decent looking dinner.
Or maybe he had been away from real food for a little too long.
"But blue?" he persisted, as that was clearly important to understand.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 6:12 pm
"You can eat eat, ya know. Don't have to wait or nothing. Unless its really that bad? I thought it was pretty damn nice though," she babbled, casually complementing herself like it was a perfectly normal thing to do.
Now that everything had been served, she took her own "seat" (which was actually just a stool that Chris had bought her because he couldn't stand to see her eating food on her bed every day) and took a fork to her food. "Why blue? Hmmm. I dunno. Guess it was 'cause the lady on the box was smokin'."
She grinned, really having no other reason. "Dunno- I'm always the pink hunter. Pinkhead. Pinky. Don't you ever feel like just erasin' your label, even for a little bit?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 6:38 pm
"Right." Jack rolled his eyes.
He did not join her sitting. Jack picked up the curry plate, sniffed it, took a fork, and took a bite. "Not bad," he confirmed, still sounding a little surprised. Then he set the plate down, cleaned the fork in his mouth, poured a little dressing on the side salad, and began to eat in earnest.
"So, what, it's not okay for me to lose my green, but it's perfectly fine for you to lose your pink?" he accused...jokingly. Teased? Was that the right word? Except Jack didn't normally tease--rib, needle, and sarcastically scorn, sure, but tease? Chel was probably right: his brains had gotten scrambled in the Sahara. "We're not Power Rangers or whatever, yeah, but I thought your label was the dyslexic airhead, not your hair color."
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 6:51 pm
"It's fine for me to lose my pink 'cause I switched to a color that didn't look like someone had pissed on my head," Chel taunted right back. It wasn't Jack's fault really- the blonde was a perfectly pleasant color on him. It was more so the fact that Chel detested the color blonde (as she was one), and wanted absolutely nothing to do with it.
She glittered silently with pride as he semi-complimented (it was as close to a compliment as Jack got) her meal. She wasn't very good at hiding her feelings though, meaning it was probably pretty ******** obvious how much the compliment meant to her.
Another bite was taken and she then said, "For your information, Milo has dubbed me the pink ranger, so there." She still didn't know what that meant though. "But insults aside, how are you holding up?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 7:11 pm
If there was such a thing as loud sparkling, he was sure she had just done so, and it took effort not to laugh at her. "Of course he did," Jack said as he forked more salad in. he corrected himself. "They'd literally j**z themselves from the combined nerdgasm, and I think we could all do without the noise.
"Anyway, I'm fine." He was always fine, except it was starting to become clear that Jack didn't know how to do casual hangouts that weren't exclusively alcohol, sex, or shitting on other people's parades related. There was a stiffness to his posture. Awkwardness. "You?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 7:16 pm
"Who's Killian?" she asked confusedly. But then Chel laughed and said, "Dude this isn't another one of your shitty speed dates. Don't gotta get all awkward." She had heard trickle down rumors of how that had gone- only bits and pieces. But she knew Jack well enough to know they had probably gone terrible even WITHOUT hearing the rumors.
"I meant how are you doing with the horsemen stuff. Don't give me that I'm fine bullshit neither." Anyone who had had their insides turned outwards couldn't just be "fine" after that. Evidenced enough in his "rugged" looks. "And how many cups of coffee have you had?" This was important because Jack's mood was directly tied to the amount of coffee he had had.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 7:31 pm
"Abigail Lutece Killian, ginger, 5'1", Intermediate Moon," he listed off like a machine. "And if this had been another ******** speed date, I would've been out the door by now. You're a horrible date. Or, knowing what you are, whoreible."
(Except he had to mentally scratch that off, because if it wasn't a date with the false pretense of merely hanging out, then what was it? God, he hated being unprepared.)
Jack took his sweet time finishing off the salad first. Then he picked up a bruschetta appetizer just to add more time, even though the cheese and zucchini didn't agree with him together. Then, dusting his fingers off, he said, "What, do you want a cliff notes version? I got a sweet piece of a** for my stay, got kidnapped and experimented on twice, and now I have some very sexy scars for it. I'm fine."
He figured if he kept telling himself that, it'd eventually happen.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 7:36 pm
"Oh ABBY!" Chel said, wagging her invisible tail. "I love her, she's adorable. Also you just said horrible twice." The whore-ible joke had not worked in a verbal form, and Chel thought he was just saying horrible twice.
She watched him eat each thing for the first time, sparkling each time he didn't spit it out or insult it. "Wait sexy scars? I wanna see." Chel was eternally jealous that she still had no cool scars to show for her work as a sun hunter. Was that a testament to how good she was, or how bad?
But more importantly, she could tell Jack didn't want to talk about it- or at least he didn't want to talk about it with her. Which was fine by Chel- she never liked making people talking about their ~feelings~.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 7:41 pm
Jack gave her flat a look. "Whore. You're a whore and horrible, so therefore whoreible." Because of course he had to explain the joke.
"You'll only see the scars if you get an excellent rating at the end of this." He tried another bruschetta, made a face as he chewed, and reached for the beer to wash his mouth. "What I'm interested in knowing is what you've been doing about your situation since our phone call."
He cast an eye out into the dorm. "I see you've tried cleaning up for one."
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 7:51 pm
"Oh." Well that explained that. "That's not very nice, you know. Haven't even slept with anyone for a while. We gotta work on that attitude of yours." While her "dry spell" so to speak might have been embarrassing to others, Chel was perfectly fine admitting it. It wasn't that she couldn't get it, but more so that she genuinely hadn't been feeling it lately. It was a choice, not a disaster.
When he mentioned their phone call, Chel seemed to recede even more into herself, like a child being scolded for not doing their homework. "Er ... well I told Chris, like you told me ... he um ... yeah. I cleaned my whole room, I did. But I still haven't ventured out much ... I mean like I go do my duties and stuff ... sometimes ... or I hit the training field and fight dummies ..." Which was a complete exaggeration. She had done that maybe once since their phone call.
Now she waited for the scolding, metaphorically peeking through her fingers to see how annoyed he was.
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