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 Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 9:34 pm
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With a snort, he began to reheat his meal. "Next time I'm gonna let you roast," Jack threatened, eyes on the timer. Five, four, three, two--boop. The door popped open. "Go sass your cousin, I'm not in the mood."
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 9:39 pm
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"Yer a real saint," she told him, slowly flipping over to her back, leaving her to stare at the ceiling from this spot. Today had been a bad day. She'd decided that just now.
"Just gonna kick me onto the street like some whore?" she said, feigned hurt in her voice. She hoisted herself up, preparing to make her way towards the exit. If he wasn't in the mood she was just hogging up extra space. "Hurts Jack, cuts me real deep." And then her stomach growled and the day got that much worse.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 9:22 am
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"Whores work the street," he pointed out. But the noise was heard, and while Jack's personality left something to be desired, Chel had been stopping by long enough that even he couldn't flat out ignore it. Besides, he had something he wanted to get rid of anyway.
Digging around in one of the snack drawers, he produced a cranberry granola bar and tossed it at her. Healthy, his mother had said. Disgusting, he had said to the empty air after she left.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 9:38 am
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"An' I don't work the stree-" Her stomach was pelted with the granola bar which then ricocheted into her hands. She made a frown and said, "Gross," but moved to open the wrapper anyways. Chel would eat just about anything.
She found herself weighted back to the couch. "M'gonna knock out here for a while. S'at okay?" At least she was asking permission.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 9:49 am
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"Gross," he agreed--or maybe it was in response to her staying. "Just don't drool, and let me know when you're leaving so I can lock it behind you. Plug's down there." Jack gestured beside one of the couch's arms, just enough to let one lounge and fiddle with the phone while staying connected.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 9:53 am
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Chel made a noise like she was preparing a huge spitball for his couch and then snickered as she fell into the cushions. It really was a shitty granola bar, but at least it was something. Sometimes more than she remembered getting when she was little.
"Mm," Chel said in agreeance and pulled out her phone. Jack would hear the soft sounds of the text to speech repeating words back to her as Chel lay enamored with the function. "Don't let me interrupt yer important cancer research or whatever."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 10:01 am
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The natural impulse to correct someone was curbed to a mere, "Biochem." She was left to her curious app or whatever with only a mild curiosity as to why anyone bothered with the function. Maybe just to make more noise to annoy him; it wouldn't have surprised Jack after the pseudo-loogie.
There was another bar waiting for her on the coffee table when she woke up. Might as well, right? He remained in his room, pouring over his previous lab results.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 10:08 am
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Chel did eventually fall asleep on his couch, absolutely no fears of what would happen to her while she slept. She'd certainly knocked out in worse places and had Chris to call if something went wrong.
She saw the bar and hesitated for a moment. After much internal debate she didn't take it as she was unsure if it was even meant for her and it if was she didn't want to burden him further. A look to the window informed her it was dark by now; it'd hadn't been a long sleep then.
From Jack's room she heard the soft clack of a keyboard and figured he was still working. She took the time to use the restroom and then lightly pushed open his bedroom door. "F'yer jackin' it now's th' time t'be like MOM GET OUT," she said with a light laugh to accompany it because jackin' it- get it? "M'gonna go s'all." He did tell her to tell him as much. "Unless the papers really did get y'hot an' bothered." Another laugh, mostly to herself this time.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 10:40 am
Thankfully he'd had advanced warning with the toilet flush, but Jack still started a bit from the volume of her voice when she joked. He squinted in her direction; the room was lit only by a desk side lamp and the computer screen.
"No, I'm fine, thanks. Next time make it a proper booty call and text me ahead of time," he told her.
It took him a moment to actually get up, as he had a binder of information and several sheets of loose notes in awful handwriting to shift on top of even more assorted items. The apartment beyond might be immaculate, but the actual work station was another story.
He gestured for Chel to move ahead. When Jack noted the bar had been left untouched, however, he leaned over and snatched it up to offer once more. "Hate these things."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 10:53 am
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"Suit yerself green," she told him with a shrug. "Thanks fer lettin' me crash."
She took the bar from his hands and said, "Nerd toll." Mostly to take it off his shoulders; she didn't particularly like the grainy paste bars either.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 2:01 pm
mockingbird
Chel had told him, "M'borrowin' yer shower," and left it at that. He'd been busy on his phone so she was sure he wasn't paying attention. Despite Chel's general lack of hygiene, she did in fact need to shower sometimes. She'd given him what he wanted so it only seemed fair in return.
Before getting into the shower she set her phone on the counter and turned it up loudly enough to play through a playlist while she showered. As the hot water power over her she looked around for soap and got to work. Eventually a light airy haze filled the bathroom, and Chel began to sing.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 6:33 pm
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He gave a noncommittal grunt. "Try not to get run over before you make it back."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 6:40 pm
mockingbird
After a moment, Jack looked up with a frown. "Who said you co--"
The door shut. He sighed and rolled his head back against the couch. Maybe locking doors had to become a policy. He didn't like people just treading on in without permission.
Doing his best to get back to reading the very important and totally part of his work article disguised as a Cracked link--even workaholics could put off the job every once in a while--he became slowly aware of the fact that it was becoming impossible to ignore the music playing so loud. Worse, Chel was belting out to it. With James still borrowing his headphones, he had no counter.
Doubly worse: the song was sort of catchy. That stupid, generic pop style catchy. Incapable of continuing to read either the not-so-much-work or the -actual-work, Jack set them both aside on the coffee table, got up, and grabbed his guitar case. In a few moments he had settled back down on the couch, tuning Barbara on the go as he listened to the repetitive chord progressions and attempted to follow along. Might as well make some use of this time and practice training his ear.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 7:29 pm
mockingbird
The song changed to something more alternative rock and you could practically hear Chel using the shampoo as a microphone.
At least she wasn't a terrible singer.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 8:00 am
mockingbird
About halfway through, he found himself humming along. The song was vaguely familiar. Wait. No. Focus. Wasting his water was unacceptable. How long was this song? Start calculating. She had exactly 2.35 lengths of the average 2 minute song to finish up.
But until then, Barbara continued to sing along.
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