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 Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 3:36 pm
"I know," Jordan groaned, and started laughing again. "He's just like - a confused puppy that somebody strapped a bazooka to, somehow I can't help wanting to take care of it, and man, that sounded even more ridiculous out loud than it did in my head - " He slumped down, rested his elbow on his knee, buried his face in his hand, and shook with muffled laughter, part relief, part genuine amusement, and part cookie-induced bubbly euphoria.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 3:51 pm
"Oh my God." Robert's voice pitched just slightly when he listened, and watched, as Jordan spoke of Jerry like.. well, like he had a crush on him. Which made sense, of course.. but it was still cute. "Boss, that was - " He hesitated to call his best friend adorable, because men just didn't do that. "That was something. You know what, I'll tell you what. Jerry's the one losing out here. And I mean on all fronts." He made a face as he thought of Candace - ugh. Jerry was going to end up being her personal stepping stone.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:08 pm
Jordan sat back, leaning against the bed again, and blinked at Robert, a little startled by the warmth of the compliment. He smiled lopsidedly. "Maybe, but she's who he wants, so - " He shrugged. "Least I can do is be civil to her."
He made a face and leaned over to grab another cookie. "Subject change," he announced. "If it weren't for the cookies, this would be getting pretty depressing."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:32 pm
"Well I don't have to be civil to her." Robert grunted. "I kicked her a** right off the training field last time I saw her." Robert grinned like a cheshire cat, pleased with himself for his fine work. When he saw Jordan go for another cookie, he practically tackled the plate, as if there was a sudden shortage and he had to fight for it. Two cookies were wrenched free, and he took a bite out of them both at once.
When he spoke next, cookie crumbs sprayed like sparkles on the Fourth of July. "YOU KNOW WHAF I FINK-" He swallowed, coughed, choked, and then started again. "You know what I think, I think these cookies are laced with ecstasy or something, man. 'Cause life is s**t right now but I have never felt happier in my entire LIFE than I do right now."
He took another bite, and grinned, cookie crumbs stuck to his teeth.
Yeah, it's a real mystery why Jordan wasn't crushing on you, buddy.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:50 pm
Jordan blinked, thought about that, then grinned. Schadenfreude. "It's cool, man," he said. "We're cool now. She apologized. Practically groveled." He shrugged. "Have to be able to work with her on missions if necessary. She's still not my favorite person." Massive understatement, right there. "But next time I take her on, it'll be a fair spar." The cheshire cat grin was contagious, apparently.
The pile of cookies was seriously diminished at this point. Jordan studied it mournfully, then reduced it by one more. Oh, well. Couldn't stay stoned all day. "No idea what's in 'em," he said cheerfully, "but it's better than getting drunk. No hangover. They're great."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:51 pm
"I WANT ALL OF THE COOKIES FOREVER." Robert cried out, his arms flying up in the air. This unfortunately made his double cookie sandwich fly up as well, and he stared at it, his hands cupping to catch them before they fell.
His hands missed.
His face did not.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:54 pm
" ... Good catch," Jordan said solemnly, and managed to keep a straight face for all of three seconds.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 5:20 pm
Robert took the cookies off his face, glared disdainfully at his laughing friend, and narrowed his eyes.
Retribution came swiftly, as the cookie was smushed directly into Jordan's face. On the bright side, it wasn't wedding cake.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 5:54 pm
Jordan slid down the side of the bed, giggling like an idiot. He brushed the crumbs off his face. Hm. The cookie was already done for; it might as well end its life in a useful fashion. As ammunition. He threw a piece back at Robert.
Serious conversation was clearly over. Reverting to twelve-year-old morons was totally on.
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