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 Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 2:40 pm
Archer did not deign to respond to the burning comment, though admittedly the thought had crossed his mind. The apartment did have a fireplace, but something told him that if he attempted to use it, the smell would just permeate through the rest of the apartment, and that was not ideal.
Archer was leaning over the stove when the man came out, stirring something with a spatula. He glanced up, eyes flicking briefly over the new appearance, now lacking any dirt or grime, in clothes that did not look as though they'd been dragged twice under a car.
"Hm." He said noncommittally, turning back to the pan. "Interesting what a simple shower can accomplish."
A dash of salt was added. "Stir fry. It's a simple recipe. By the way, since I'd rather not refer to you as 'man' or 'you' this whole evening, I've decided your temporary name is Jack."
It was all said with a certain amount of flatness, as though Archer was simply reading from a book.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 3:13 pm
"Am I pretty now?" He cracked a grin, dropping into whatever seat was nearby so he could watch the man's progress with open interest. Cooking. Did he know how to cook? He didn't think so, somehow. If he did, why would he have let himself get to this state?
"Jack," He said thoughtfully."Jackie boy. Jackaloodleloo. I accept this. Woof, so on and so forth."
The guy had basically gotten him off the streets, cleaned him up, and was feeding him, so yeah, 'Jack' was willing to do whatever the hell he wanted.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 3:18 pm
"Well, you're not unpleasant," said Archer airily, stirring soy sauce into the stir fry. "I suppose if you brushed your hair and dressed in a manner that didn't befit a vagabond, you'd be rather appealing; though I'm not sure pretty is the right word for a man such as yourself."
He said it all like it was just the most basic facts, Archer as neutral as ever as he set the spatula down and went to the box on his counter to fish out a set of plates. There was no table to sit at, but the counter to his right was a bar counter with stools, and "Jack" had apparently decided it was a good place to sit.
Archer scooped food onto the plate.
"Jack as in jackal," he said, sliding said plate in front of the man. "A scavenging dog."
Clearly Archer was as charming as he was expressive.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 2:39 pm
"Wow," Said 'Jack', settling his elbows on the table as he leaned forward with a grin. "Appealing? Tell me how you really feel, champ. But hey, I think I'm totally pretty. Self-confidence is important, mmkay."
He tried not to wolf down the food once it was pushed in his direction, but he was starving. His stomach felt like it was pressing against his spine, and hot, good food had his mouth watering with anticipation. He knew that if he ate too quickly, though, he'd regret it later. Forcing himself to eat so slowly hurt, especially with the divine tastes flooding his tongue.
He was so enraptured that he almost didn't hear the comment about a jackal, offering a toothy grin once he'd swallowed. "That's fair. Though you took in this scavenging dog, so I don't feel too guilty about it..."
HOM NOM NOM, FOOD.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 3:14 pm
A brow arched. "I thought I was telling you how I feel," said Archer flatly, looking a mixture of bemused and faintly amused all at once. "I fail to to see the point in beating around the bush. You are relatively attractive, when you don't stink to high heaven - and don't eat so fast," he added, frowning at Jack. "If you haven't eaten real food in a while, your stomach won't be able to handle the stress and you'll throw it all up again."
He dished out a helping for himself and dragged a stool around to sit across from the man, a pair of chopsticks in his hand.
"I did," said Archer, taking a bite. "Though please make sure not to be too dog like, I don't care to clean up messes."
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