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 Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:45 pm
"Said the old man who wanted to go home 'cause he's too sleepy." Her lips curled against the resistance but she squeezed her arms together. Don't leave.
"What video games?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:51 pm
"Sleep, maybe, just not well," he repeated. "Not with s**t running through my head every waking hour."
Debating whether to tell Chel or not, he fiddled with the bottom of her shirt and thumbed the patch of skin therein. "I might," with great emphasis. "have bought you some video games."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 10:02 pm
Chel began slowly moving her fingers up his spine the way he sometimes did to her. She wondered if he liked it when it was done to him, or if it was something he didn't prefer at all.
"Y'already said y'did," Chel said. "But fine, Mister assface. Tell me tomorrow." Her chest hurt but her mind told her to stop and have a good time. The words kept bubbling to the top of her throat, but her mouth was a barren wasteland of indecision.
"We missed the day of true love too." Cover it with a joke. She leaned back enough to look at him more precisely. She wished she was taller so she could put her head on his forehead; such were the tragedies of dating a beanstalk. "S'a big deal 'cause we're such godfearin' folk."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 10:12 pm
It was starting to bug him to wear glasses while lying sideways, but there were goosebumps forming where Chel's fingers tread for a reason. Perhaps it was convenient timing that as she drew back to look at him, he lazily plucked his glasses off, though he wasn't sure where to stick them that would be safe while in this position.
"Anyone who honestly celebrates Valentines is a ******** moron," he said flatly, letting his arm lean against the headboard for now. "Same people that make Christmas an excuse for the rest of their year acting like assholes. One day doesn't do s**t."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 10:23 pm
"You're a ********' moron." Her fingers stopped for a moment, moving under his shirt to the front side of his body, where they pulled his face down far enough to kiss. She wanted to steal at least one; she could eternally use the excuse that it was her birthday.
But she let him go eventually and retreated back to her pillow. "Dumb moron," she mumbled idly as she pulled the covers up and assumed her koala bear comfortable position again. Despite her taunts she was actually pretty tired- fighting stone bulls over and over would do that to you.
Her breathing only hitched once when she realized she'd left her daggers in Jack's room. The only reason she went back to sleep was that she convinced herself Jack had Owain. She had to say it relentlessly for it to be true.
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Hangovers sucked big time.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 10:43 pm
He knew he heard something else beyond those two words, but he forced himself not to read beyond the kiss; and it was easy not to. They were as they were: morons. He stretched over to the edge of the bed, tucked his glasses underneath, and then secured Chel in his arms before he let himself attempt a shaky (there was no runic dagger in this pillowcase, but Owain hummed his reminder) but somewhat easier sleep.
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He was still asleep, surprisingly, his long legs sprawled on and a little over the bed, mouth slightly open. His ponytail had come undone completely and was now obscuring part of his face, and his arms weren't nearly as secure as they had been half the night, when he fell in and out of a waking consciousness that was too tired to move but not enough to fall asleep again quickly. He kept imagining things in the night: Merlin, a clone, chemical formulas buzzing in his ears like flies.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 10:52 pm
Chel slept the brunt of her hangover off, only left with a headache she could take some aspirin for afterwards. She had a very in depth conversation with Tenebrae about why can't you fix this? and because it's funny. She was at least grateful that her cuts were mostly healed and her body wasn't even a little sore. The incredible marvels of bonding yourself to a pure-FEAR being.
She adjusted herself a little bit, pushing into Jack for a moment to roll over. A smirk crossed her face; still human.
For all she could see, Jack looked like he was asleep. It would have fooled her had she not seen the occasional frown and creased worry line. She tugged on a strand of his hair, only enough to bother, not annoy.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 11:16 pm
He didn't react at first. Swimming towards complete consciousness was a wearying process, and at some points he questioned whether he was honestly awake or not, if he wouldn't just wake up in his room alone--no scars, no coffee maker, no massive collection of mugs--and hear his alarm ringing again to get him to class. Or maybe it was a nightmare. Maybe he had never left the Sahara. He didn't have the delusion every night, but the lines of his reality and introspection as of late had been blurring.
Someone's fingers grazed his face and he heard Lina softly say, Wake up, Jack Attack. It didn't hold the same charm anymore, but it still resonated enough to irritate him with its familiarity, and the corner of his lips twitched. Hers was perhaps the oldest, stalest, and most annoying of them all.
A deep inhale and sigh was the tell-tale sign that Jack was waking, and he stretched his legs out even further. One eye opened a crack, at first uncomprehending and then just drowsy but more aware. Chel. Chel's room. He rolled onto his back and yawned.
"G'get some coffee..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 11:19 pm
The yawn was infectious and Chel carried it into the pillow she was laying on, effectively trapping Jack's arm under the motion.
"No." She tugged his hair again, this time the other side since he'd moved to his back. "Don't wanna." Stubborn.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 11:33 pm
He gave a ragged sigh. "Babied you last night. My turn. Go, coffee b***h, goooooooo."
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 11:41 pm
He did raise an unfortunately excellent point.
However, Chel didn't drink coffee, which meant that she had to adventure to the outside world to get it. Despite this, she was willing.
She stayed laying there for a few moments, as though she was going to reject his request again for a moment or two, but eventually her bones rattled and she stood, stretching herself out with her usual morning routine of touching the sky and scratching her chest.
"God yer such a ********' b***h without yer coffee," Chel chided with a yawn, walking out the door with a shirt and not much else. Jack was alone for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 11:47 pm
He didn't rise to the taunt and instead yawned again. "Good girl," Jack said under his breath as she made her way out.
With great effort he forced himself to sit up and stretch, taking his time to go limb by limb, yawning throughout. Luckily for him Chel wouldn't get to witness how he nearly tumbled out of bed when his legs tangled with the sheets, though he didn't bother fixing them once he crawled out. Grumbling to himself, he fished his glasses out from under the bed and carried them with him to the bathroom to wash up, use the bathroom, and borrow her brush to fix his own. He considered, briefly, stealing a little lotion since the alternative was to walk aaaaaaall the way downstairs, but Jack curbed the temptation.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 9:27 am
Chel returned eventually with a cup of shitty hunter-lounge coffee. If Jack was going to be stubborn, Chel wasn't going to give him quality. Certainly she could have gone down to his room or one of her friends' rooms to get something above coffee water, but no. She didn't feel like it.
"Coffee's here gaylord," she announced upon seeing Jack was absent when she entered the room. Maybe it would just magically summon him. Like spidey senses, but coffee.
She threw herself on the couch, angrily rubbing the side of her head. "Seriously get out here or I'm dumpin' this s**t out the window on the first person that walks by."
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 10:46 am
Sighing at himself in the mirror, Jack dragged his feet and out the bathroom. He was still brushing his hair.
After a sniff, he wrinkled his nose. Lounge coffee. His machine had spoiled him. "Go ahead," he said dismissively as he tossed the brush at Chel. If he was gaylord then he had the excuse for the snootiness. "It offends us, peasant. Now what is it to do today that will make up for making the king wait yesterday? Or is it not in the mood for further birthday celebrations?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 1:52 pm
Chel slapped the coffee down on the ground, annoyed that she'd been robbed of a proper morning. The brush was thrown on the ground in a similar fashion.
Her head was throbbing, but she stood up from the couch and fingers curled around his collar. A smokier voice told him, "Stop talkin' gaylord." She could deal with the headache later.
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