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 Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 8:24 pm
Approval
"No. Dawson gets my comics."
He crossed his arms, because he was a ******** child.
"And all the sleeping pills he made me get."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 8:26 pm
Approval
"I'd just use 'em as napkins anyways."
She scooched back further on the beanbag, somewhat uncomfortably. "I did wanna talk about me though." She flipped what was left of her hair. "S'always 'bout me."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 8:28 pm
Approval
He gave her a highly offended look about the comics, but he wasn't going to argue the conversation back into his court.
"'Bout ********' time. What's up, Sunshine?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 8:42 pm
Approval
"Sunshine ain't really the right word. 'As the problem." Now it was Chel's turn to squirm uncomfortably under the gaze of a cousin. She felt like she was somehow betraying an unseen rule, like something was in place that made it hard to admit it.
But Chel also wasn't one for beating around the bush. "I wanna move to death." A pause both for him to soak it in, and for her own clarification. "The division."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 9:19 pm
Store Two
If anything spoke to how much Chel disliked shopping, it was the fact that even when she went with Jack it was undeniably boring. She stomped her boots behind him, trudging beside him like the stubborn teenager she still insisted she was. The only time she'd even slightly cheered up was when they'd passed a frozen yogurt place, and even then she was denied.
They were on the second store, seeing as the first had proven fruitless. Chel had taken the role of bored spouse, leaning against one of the tables filled with basic shirts and tank tops as Jack poured through the dress section of this store. She feigned interest when people came by so as to protect Jack's image, but for the most part she kicked her boots together and picked at her nails.
"Find anything?" she asked hopefully. The faster he found something, the faster they could leave.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 9:47 pm
store two
He'd known a long time ago that shopping would never be a fun enterprise with Chel. Technically it wasn't for him either: shopping was, like many things Jack treated in his life, merely the name given to something that came with a list of tasks. He stuck to his list, kept an eye out for deals, and was ready to exert his the customer is always right privilege when necessary--shopping became both necessary job and a conscious decision to get nice things.
It would have really helped if she had been into it, though.
"Some things," he replied, several options hanging over his arm. He saw someone eying him--whether for the dresses or for his height or for his hair of for some combination thereof--and as per usual held their gaze until they grew unnerved and turned away. Something in him tightened just a little nevertheless.
"I tried finding some with low cuts and one with thigh slits," Jack added, which to him seemed the closest he could get to Chel's normal style of ragged, revealing, and lazy. "There's also a ridiculously short one in here, it's practically a shirt." She knew the deal: the faster they agreed on something, the faster she'd get a treat.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 9:51 pm
store two
So it was unfortunate that Chel made shopping as difficult as possible.
"Yeah? Whatever you want man, I don't care." Absolutely no preference one way or another, eyes tiredly scanning the rest of the shop. She sometimes wondered if she didn't have ADHD too with how easily distracted she was by every sequin, every corner of light, every customer that gave Jack a look and got the stink eye from her as well.
Like a snake she slithered to his side, painted nails trying to lightly tug the dresses out from under Jack's arm. "C'mon let me try these ones on and you can pick one."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 10:08 pm
store two
Despite having won the bet, it still felt like a hollow victory with that attitude. He passed the dresses off with a sniff, taking one back just to hang it in front of her and check that the size seemed alright before returning it to her. "Have at it."
He wondered how well Chel was going to take the shoes portion of their shopping, if this was her default state or if there was going to be an especially chafing difference in their enthusiasm.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 10:14 pm
store two
Chel took to' the dresses much like a cat took to foreign objects. She stared with an uncomfortable sort of leer, watching them closely like they were going to bite. After deciding that whatever Jack picked couldn't be that horrible, she took his finger tips, leading him towards the changing room without actually tethering herself to him.
The truth was that any sort of physical change she didn't control scared the crap out of her. It was why she didn't like shopping, and even more so why it made her so uncomfortable to hand the reigns over (even to Jack). She wore the same shirts for years on end for a reason; they were safe, comfortable choices that didn't require the insecurity of selection.
"You know while we out here I might as well tell you my idea." She gave him a knowing look. "You sorta- interrupted me last time." She showed the dresses to the changing room attendant, who didn't seem to care that Jack was following to a chair that sat outside the rooms. It wasn't unusual for a boyfriend to sit and approve a girlfriend's choices, just so long as he didn't follow her in.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 10:35 pm
store two
"Babe, you're lucky there's an active attendant here to stop me from interrupting you again," he teased her with a smirk as he followed Chel to the invisible line set by that chair. It was an empty threat: the possibility of being found in public was not among her kinks. "Go ahead and tell me while you strut." His phone was ready to capture the magic.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 9:12 am
store two
Chel's insides curled at the use of babe again. It made her uncomfortable, like the relationship had somehow closed and was now covered in sticky words like babe and love. But she also couldn't tell him to stop, because she couldn't wholly admit to disliking it. It just made everything feel too stable, too committed; she felt all of those things for Jack, but solidifying them made it hard to breathe. She just wanted everything to remain the way it was before. She couldn't tell him all these things in a store showing floor, but could make a face at it.
"No pictures," she whined, letting the comment brush over her and moving on as she entered the stall and shut the door.
As her clothing slipped off and onto the ground she revealed her rough idea. "I'm thinkin' 'bout movin' to death division." Boots and Jeans. "I always been a sun, but I think I can help people better in death." Shirt, flannel. "Mostly you an' Chris." There was a slight bump against the wall of the stall followed by a curse as she tried to figure out how the ********> you were supposed to get into the dress. Chel had a few skirts and one dress, but she only wore the skirts (which were festival collections of rags) once in a blue moon, and the dress was reserved only for situations where Chris said she absolutely had to (which was at this point, never). Certainly she never experimented or played around with dresses like today.
The first store it had taken some coaxing to get her out of the stall, but by now they'd been doing it long enough that she knew there was no escaping and no point in arguing. So she came out of the stall in one of the dresses he'd picked. Her bra straps came from the top loosely and she wiggled her toes against the store tile. It would have been a nice dress had the person in it not been hunched over, tugging her hair out of her heavily makeup-caked face; the absolute image of insecurity. Just like she'd been for the past four dresses. "This one?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 10:36 am
store two
"Fun ruiner," he complained at her back.
Of all the things for Chel to suggest, a division switch wasn't one he would have expected; she seemed more at ease in Sun than he could imagine anywhere else, much less under the leadership of someone like Caelius. Did she know he was the one who had melted Finn's eye with acid? He mulled it over as she changed.
"Straighten up," he said as she came out, studying her figure. "Hmm. Nothing can help your idiot cousin, but I won't lie: a Death and Life combination is powerful. It'd be easier to see your friends too." Golems without being given strange looks because of recon. "I guess the question would be if you're ready for all that burocracy crap."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 10:42 am
Store two
Chel complied, but the motion was static and robotic. If it was anyone else she would have slumped over further, but Jack got special puppeting permissions. She walked a few steps closer to him, nodding at his assertions (combination was a better word than babe, her friends were important and love came in his acknowledgement of that).
"Bureaucracy...?" she prodded, not sure what he meant. She knew nothing of Caelius except that he had been a d**k to her and Deryk one time, and that he might have had a slave (still unconfirmed...). She liked Mark well enough.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 10:52 am
store two
"Thank you. What I mean is paperwork, hierarchy of knowledge you're allowed to know and forced to find out or guess, paperwork, dealing with a man child assistant or his pissant leader, and also lots of mission reports and paperwork," he explained. "The entire division holds god only knows amount of secrets, though. Between you and me..."
Jack was starting to warm up to the idea.
"This one's okay...Are you sure I can't take a quick photo before you change?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 11:14 am
Store two
Chel rolled her eyes and kept her eyes on the ceiling. With her hands on her hips made it clear in the wait that a picture or two would be allowed. There was a sarcastic comment waiting (good jacking off material eh?) but she held her tongue to stay on one topic.
"I'll just make you do the paperwork. You get high off it anyways." She turned to give him a shot of the back too. "And I like Mark. Caelius is kinda creepy but I never even seen Allan more than once or twice. I can get s**t done without botherin' them."
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