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 Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 7:47 pm
"Just a bruise, I think..." Not that he'd actually really had time to look; hed been pounced the moment he was through the door. So to speak. His eyes slid off her and onto the coffee and he looked totally lost, now. At least finishing that would give him grounding in the universe. So he finished setting up the press and flicked the stove on so that the water would boil, fingers still shaking as he did.
It felt worse than most of the bruises, and he kept a hand over that spot, blowing out a breath. "You don't have to...to be home for dinner, or something?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 8:13 pm
Porsha frowned at him, not entirely sure she believed him, but not willing to call him out on it either. Things had gone from ... Whatever they'd been, to awkward, and she didn't really want to make that worse by pestering him too much. She knew he was injured, and beyond taking him tot he hospital what could be done?
With a sigh she let her hand fall back to her side before moving to lean her hip against the counter, watching him as he went back to making them coffee. Now it'd been jostled, he was favoring his side and whatever bruises lay hidden under his shirt.
"No." Her mother didn't wait up for her for dinner anymore. There would be left overs in the fridge, probably. Maybe.
She gave the young man another concerned look, a hand coming up to push her bangs out of her eyes. "If you're trying to get rid of me, it's not going to work. Just accept it, you're stuck with me." Coal eyes narrowed. "You'd tell me i you were really hurt, wouldn't you? And not just act tough while I was around?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 7:32 pm
He flicked her a look and flushed, hands hovering around the pot for a moment before dropping to his sides. The water was going, the grounds in place, and there was nothing he could do until it started boiling. Instead he looked around the kitchen and licked his lips, shrugging just one shoulder, shy and awkward and unsure what to tell her.
"...I'm not acting tough." He meant that, at least. He could have been crying, instead, sprawled out in bed. It just wouldn't have done him any good. Or maybe she'd interrupted his trip upstairs to do exactly that --
"I could cook something." A beat. "If you're not going home."
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 7:41 pm
She stared after him even after the shrug and his insistence that he wasn't just acting tough for her benefit. Dark lips twisted in something akin to a frown before she finally just sighed and shook her head. "Alright." If he said he wasn't seriously hurt, she'd believe him. For now. "You don't have to make me dinner." She had sort of barged in on him. Besides, shouldn't she be taking care of him? He might not have been badly hurt, but he had been the one to walk up with a limp and splattered with mud. " But if you're hungry, I can help you make something." Of course, she wouldn't say no to food either.. "You're still covered in mud though, why don't we get you cleaned up first? While we wait for the water to boil." A lifted finger indicated the dark smear that marked his cheek and forehead.
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:23 pm
It got a blink, his own hand lifted to mirror her gesture, fingers swiping across the mud -- and Jude made a sound. Coffee or a shower. That was a nearly impossible decision to make. If he left, he'd have to cross his fingers and pray that she knew how to make something that tasted half-decent, and while Porsha had many skills, he wasn't sure a good cup of coffee was among them. So he floundered, staring down at the smudge on his hand, and then looked back up to her.
"..we...we can start it. And after I have my coffee, I'll go take a shower." An alarm thought, actually, while she was in his house. It made his thoughts race. At least it was on the other side of the house. Not that the other side of the house was terribly far from the kitchen --
"You can make pasta, at least, and I can....put some sauce on it or..." He fumbled to find the half a box of elbow noodles that was somewhere in the back of his cupboard.
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 7:21 am
Ah, Jude and his coffee. She knew damn well he wouldn't do much of anything before he'd had some to drink, so fighting him on it was really futile. Instead she nodded and rubbed her thumb along her thigh to clean the dirty smudge from it. He went to find some noodles for her to start while he showered, and she resumed her leaning against the counter. "If that's what you want." Noodles were easy. She could cook for herself alright, she'd been doing it since she was little, but she was by no means a culinary master. She remembered a recipe though. It was really easy, and quick, and had a bit more too it then just noodles and sauce. "Hey, If you have any thawed chicken, Some broth, frozen veggies, and a can of cream of chicken soup, I know a really good recipe for skillet chicken."
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 1:51 pm
Jude blinked at her, pasta still in his hand, and then flashed a look aside to the fridge, doing a distracted sort of inventory in the back of his mind; there was chicken, he thought, but whether or not it was still good was an entirely different question. His life was scattered, right now, and everything he'd spent so long organizing was scattered with it --
"...I didn't put any chicken out this morning. But maybe we can rapid thaw." At least thinking about it seemed to calm him some, eyes settling on her again. "Anything in the fridge, you can use. There's leftovers..."
And there was some chicken there, at least. He swallowed, and then stepped in as the water started boiling.
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 8:04 am
Her head tilted to one side as she continued to watch him, and it wasn't hard to tell by a look that the teen was worried over her friend. He seemed frazzled, and though that wasn't entirely out of character for him, she was beginning to wonder if that almost ever present tension was a by product of years of bullying. The longer she thought about it, the more she saw it at truth, and it made her chest tight. He went for the water, and she moved as well until she could lean on the counter beside him while he went about fussing over the french press. Again she was struck with the impulse to pull him in against her, as if she could chase away some of that ingrained nervousness if she just held on to him and could keep him safe from the world, but she didn't reach out this time. The coffee would help, as would the process of making it, and no matter how much she may have wanted to be able to shield him from everything, it wasn't possible. Instead she simply stuck by him, and when he lingered close enough she'd extend a hand to rest at his side or the small of his back. Fingers curling loosely into the loops on his trousers. "I'll figure something out," she assured him. and be blue and suddenly feels again. o 3o They came out of nowhere
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 8:39 pm
The act of making coffee was a double blessing: it was familiar, it was grounding, and -- in the end -- it resulting in to thoroughly refreshing cups of coffee. The ritual was only broken by too much consciousness of how close Porsha was, the contact at the small of his back, that flush creeping back.
When he offered her the coffee, it was slowly, uncertain if he was doing it deliberately to get his space back, or if he was hesitating to keep her there. Girls. Girls were baffling.
"I don't mind just some pasta, though." He'd wrap his own hands around his mug and drew in a deep breath before drinking.
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 8:56 pm
Keen eyes noted the returning creep of color along Jude's cheeks, and the corners of painted lips twitched just a bit before he handed her the cup of coffee. As the warm mug now occupied both her hands, he was saved from further blush inducing touching, at least for now. She sipped at the fresh ground brew, blowing at the steam a bit to cool it. She didn't really like her coffee black, but she did like to taste it know just how much cream and sugar to add. After grabbing a spoon from the draw she added a few spoonfuls of sugar from the bowl on the counter, then helped herself to a bit of cream from the fridge before turning back to him. "I see what we've got to work with, and go from there. Don't worry, I won't burn your house down." She took another small sip of her coffee, testing the flavor, then smiled and took a larger drink. It was still hot, but damn was it good.
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 12:23 pm
No burned beans here, nope. Jude considered, still holding onto his mug -- and then, with a little, jittery nod, slipped away toward the door. Still pink, and it wasn't fading, not when he was easing away to go take a shower with a girl still in his kitchen.
"I. Uh. I'll be back, though. Ten minutes, maybe..." He could drink his coffee on the way, a bit more relaxed just from having it, except for the whir of his thoughts. "I can help, if you want to wait."
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 8:28 am
Silver eyes narrowed as he hesitated at the door again, and she moved after him to give him a firm nudge through the door. "G, clean up. I got this." She promised not to burn your house down, Jude. What more do you want? "Stop worrying, and go try to relax a little." Of course the little smack on his back side probably wasn't going to hip that blush much, or reduce his anxiety over being naked and vulnerable a few rooms down with her in his kitchen. When she was sure he was out of the room and actually doing what he was supposed to be doing she turned back to the fridge and started pulling out what she needed. A chicken breast, a bag of california style frozen veggies, and an onion. The latter was finely chopped, and added to a skillet she found after a little searching. A drizzle olive oil, and she was free to focus on cubing the chicken into bite sized chunks. When the onions weer suitably sauteed, she dropped in the chicken, emptied a can of creamy chicken soup, and chicken broth, on top, then added a cup of noodles and the veggies. The entire mix was stirred and covered, and Jude would find it all simmering happily on the stove when he returned from his shower. With a timer set, Po was free finish her coffee, having taken a seat on the counter top.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 11:59 pm
It was the shortest shower ever: five minutes, maybe, to wash off the dirt and rinse down his hair and then Jude out again, heart hammering, concerned that attractive, teasing female friends might come bursting through the bathroom door at any moment and catch him in his birthday suit.
She wasn't there. He dried off quickly and immediately shoved himself into clothing. Pajamas; she'd see, when he padded downstairs. Old pajamas, Christmas themed, and dressed like this was almost as bad as naked, for him. He looked embarrassed, young, wet hair still clinging against his face, as he stood in the doorway and squinted at her.
"That smells good. You made that with stuff in this kitchen?" It was a bit stilted. He didn't really look much calmer at all.
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 11:59 am
Po had thought about surprising him in the shower, really she had, but he'd seemed so skittish.. More so then usual. The teen just couldn't bring herself to go quite that far. Oh sure, she had little doubts that she could find some way to take his mind off what had happened to him earlier, but she didn't want to give him a heart attack in the process. Besides, with how strained he seemed, she also didn't want to push him over the edge, and do anything to jeopardize their friendship. So she stayed in the kitchen where he'd left her, set up dinner so it could simmer, and was sipping on her coffee when Jude came back out to her with wet hair and Christmas themed pjs. The little reindeer that frolicked across his pants earned him an arched brow as he squinted back at her. "Don't sound so surprised," she commented cooly, eyes rolling as she hopped off the counter and set her mug down. "Yep, it's amazing what you can make with the bare essentials." Thin shoulders rolled in a shrug, and she crossed the floor so she could take his hand to pull him further into the kitchen. "Feel better?" He didn't really look much calmer..
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 6:10 pm
"...It was a weird day." His hand, in her grasp, was limp, dead fish, wet hair tumbling into his eyes to obscure his expression, but at least he didn't resist her. The coffee'd gone cool in the meantime, but he eyed it anyway, absently craving more -- no matter how bad of an idea it was. Sleeping tonight was going to be difficult anyway, even without the added dose of caffeine...
"You should teach me. Someday." It was distracted, a bit confused, as he looked the chicken over. His mother never cooked, other than Kraft mac'n'cheese, and he never did the baked goods at the cafe. It made the meal in front of him, cooked by her, more magic than anything else.
Finally his eyes flicked up to her again. "You're eating, too?"
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