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 Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 2:17 pm
While Jett was, in fact, not afraid of the ladies and had absolutely no problems with making his nightly escapades alone regardless of what was socially acceptable or encouraged within the Court, he was very much inclined to agree with Veer’s most recent statement. “Oh? You don’t have to tell me,” he scoffed, leaning back in his chair.
“Raven’s more than a handful. I don’t know how many times she’s flung a fist my way. Very easily upset and very prone to violence for some reason. Who gives you trouble?” he prompted, subconsciously inspired to reach up and rub at his cheek. Raven didn’t waste any effort; she always went all in—and always went for the face.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 7:47 am
"Quinn and Lydia and, you know, their counterparts." He shook that off, slouching in his chair, head tipped to watch the other man. By nabbing that seat, did Jett realize that people were going to see them together? That people might assume they were friendly? Not really a concern for Veer -- not like he had a reputation to upkeep, except for cursing in class sometimes, for pushing his luck with teachers...
"Whatever, obviously it's just because they're ******** in love with me, right?" The smile came slowly, lopsided, with a flash of amusement in his eyes. He reached out to close his computer, to actually try to focus.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:45 am
A smile quirked on Jett’s lips and he nearly laughed at Veer’s words. “Oh, yes, of course. Your charming personality and your delicate way with words, no doubt.” Jett showed no concern for who he was seen with—he had already humored his batch of nerd-friends from the Surrounding and made a fine little social niche within their circle. If any of them had been here today, he might not have even wandered over to Veer’s table.
As it stood, though, he wasn’t complaining. Veer was most certainly unlike the others he spent his time is conversing with and he rather liked the change in scenery. He seemed interested when Veer closed his computer, as it had been his assumption already that Veer would have much rather preferred the company of his electronics over flesh and blood.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 9:00 pm
"Nah, no way, it's the hair." He smoothed a hand through it in demonstration. grinning across at Jett in a thoroughly irreverent way. It was shockingly difficult to tell if Veer was joking when he said that, or if he honestly believed his hair was irresistible, fascinating, like a peacock's spread of feathers...
"We should go out. I mean, not like, a date, no matter how much you flirt." More than just closing it; Veer reached out to nab his computer, tugging the plug free of the wall from where he sat. That probably wasn't good for the prongs. He genuinely didn't give a s**t. "I meant out, like, busting some s**t up out, you know. Costumed out."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 2:35 pm
Jett was more than willing to question Veer’s label of ‘going out,’ though found it unnecessary after Veer’s clarification. He watched as the male abused his electronics, though knew no better himself; he'd never been gentle with equipment like that out of sheer ignorance for proper handling. “Busting some s**t up?” he prompted, actually finding this to be a rather appealing offer. Veer was certainly an odd sort of company, so he couldn’t fathom that it would make for a boring evening.
“Sounds like a plan,” he decided after little thought. It wasn’t often that he could look forward to a rendezvous with a member of his court; everyone seemed relatively content to do their own thing but the prospect of tearing s**t up was absolutely appealing to Jett—particularly given that gathering energy had become a stagnant, boring hobby. He was looking forward to some sort of change, and—boys will be boys—‘busting s**t up’ just sounded like fun.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 7:27 pm
"Yeah, we can find some prissy know-it-all and show them they don't know jack s**t." A grin tossed Jett's way, and he dropped everything into the battered, bepinned shouldered bag that contained pretty much everything important to him. There was no organization, no care, everything just fell into a jumble and a pile as Veer stood.
He stole the last bite of his food and piled everything up there, too. At school, at least, he took the time to toss everything but the tray into the trash. If only he had that option at home. Trays were a great way to live life, he thought.
"Uh. You need my number? Or you can get it from Quinn I guess..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 8:13 pm
Jett followed suit and stood, lifting his tray. “Don’t talk to Quinn that much,” he admitted, though didn’t seem particularly embarrassed about it. When they had initially been divided into groups, he’d been placed in the opposite team and, while he knew he could trust Quinn for anything, he hadn’t had much of an inclination to bother her enough to randomly pester her for Veer’s number. “So, yeah. Give me your number. I’ll text you the next time I’m going out and we go bust something—or someone—up.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:03 am
Veer snorted, at that, rooting around in his pockets until he came up with a receipt -- 7-11, beef burrito, mountain dew, chips. He took just a moment to scribble the hell out of whatever credit card info showed and then flipped it over. His handwriting, even when he was being careful, was barely discernable, but hopefully Jett would be able to pick out his phone number and, beneath that, his email address. More important, that one. Email went everywhere.
"Or if you're in trouble or whatever." He shoved it into Jett's hand, shifting the bag on his shoulder, and took two steps back.
"But don't you ******** call me if your computer breaks down, I'll just make fun of you." Parting words, and not entirely joking, but he grinned and turned to head home, dumping his tray as he went.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:21 am
Jett held the receipt in his hand, amused that Veer thought it necessary to scribble out the details of the card. He might not be above stealing from those he was draining energy from, but it seemed rather counter productive to be trying to instill trust in your group if you were also attempting to steal their information. Veer’s handwriting was legible enough that after a few seconds of observing, he was able to decipher the scribbles.
Though he was mildly annoyed that Veer thought Jett would ever need help and even be in trouble, but the bit about the computer was certainly amusing. He definitely wasn’t any good with computers, though he couldn’t imagine actually calling Veer in to help him.
A smirk drifted to his lips and he pocketed the receipt. Though he'd never ask for help, if he ever broke his computer he might just have to call Veer just to annoy him.
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