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 Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 11:19 am
"Mmmm. Keep some a surprise and tell me some now."
She looked far too expectant and excited.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 11:41 am
"Mm..." He couldn't help but smile a little, both at the look on her face and at his own answer. "Contact lenses shopping can be very romantic."
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 11:46 am
Chel's eyes narrowed to suspicious slits.
"Jack Hawthorn you are a bag of dicks," she told him, slapping him on the shoulder beneath the sunburns. She began to wiggle off of his lap almost like a threat. There would have been assurance to her words had she not been smiling at his clever cover-up. "I'm going back to my cave and I'm takin' our pet dragon with me."
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 11:58 am
His snicker quickly turned into a yelp of pain and an ow what the s**t Chel. "What cave? The cousin ******** one?" he asked as he winced through the pangs. "Fine, whatever, God. I only wanted you for your money anyway."
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 12:44 pm
Chel's feigned anger quickly turned into apologetic mothering. "Ooooh s**t you okay? Sorry I really didn't mean ********' sock ya." Then she childishly put a kiss on her hand and touched it to where she had slapped because Chel was actually five years old.
But she did get off his lap, taking his hands with her and dragging gently. "Fine keep yer secrets. Must be ********' good if you gonna hide it." She swung his hands a little. "You eaten yet? Kinda wanna make lunch."
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 1:47 pm
"I'm fine, just...ow." Kiss handing it didn't really help but thanks anyway?
He stood up as prompted, but the swinging hands didn't last long as he let them go to stretch his arms back and yawn. "Not yet," Jack replied, rubbing his shoulder. "What celebratory food are you thinking?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 2:08 pm
"What now I gotta make celebration food? ******** you thinkin' I'm runnin' here, a diner?" She followed his lax nature and adjusted her underwear before crossing her arms and sauntering over to the kitchen.
There wasn't much of anything since Chel had yet to run to the store, but she always had the basics and other odds and ends. "What you in the mood for?" she asked, hovering over the pantries and awaiting his response.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 2:19 pm
"Something quick and easy." He leaned on the counter. "And I guess just mac and cheese," Jack added with a smirk.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 2:31 pm
"What're you gonna do when you move to a house and have t'cook for yerself, eh?" she asked, leaning over the counters to paw at a bag of pasta and a pot that hadn't been cleaned but was still good enough just to boil water. Chel was a good cook but that didn't make her a good person.
After filling the pot with an eyeball estimation she set it on the burner. She left it to heat up while she pawed through the fridge in an attempt to find some kind of cheese. "You still thinkin' 'bout goin' to the towns?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 2:37 pm
Good questions. He supposed he needed to start watching her cook more closely until then...
"Yeah," he replied. "I think. I want more space than a second floor dorm, but I don't need a big house either." That, and the ability to be away from people at the end of the day was nice, even if it came at the price of shadowlings.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 2:43 pm
She pulled a cutting board and a cheese grater from the drawers and handed it to Jack, followed by the block of cheese. "Start gratin' it ain't free." She gave him a sideways grin and then disappeared back towards the fridge for everything else she was going to need.
"Shoulda just stayed with Hanna- y'two could've been real happy bein' alone yeah?" She snorted at both the mental imagery and slight triumph- look who's with him now, eh?
She got a second pot and put it on the burner beside the first pot, but didn't light it. Just preparation. "Why you want the space?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 3:18 pm
Jack made a rebellious groan worthy of a fifteen year old and took the grater, but he frowned as he worked. He hadn't thought of Hanna since his polite Christmas gift. No messages, no indication she had received anything. No clean break. Then again, that seemed to be the way all of his remotely meaningful relationships went.
"It was like dating myself in a way," he said with a verbal shrug. "Wasn't even really dating. We agreed to do it so the series of blind dates would stop. Her idea," he added, "not mine." Like it made a difference.
"And I want space because I just do." He made a vague gesture at her room. "I'm not moving into this mess if that's what you're asking."
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 3:23 pm
Chel had been setting down eggs and milk on the counter when Jack made a small comment that irked her. "It was ********' fake? But you said- oh my god and that-" She sounded a mixture of angry and amused, things finally clicking into place.
She reached for a lemon on the counter and threw it at the side of his head- not with serious force, but as a way of reaching him without having to interrupt her cooking process. "God I hate you," she muttered, cracking open the eggs; only one left but it would do if she halved the recipe. "Oh my god you even went on a fake date. What's wrong with you?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 3:38 pm
Bristling, he picked up the lemon and threw it back at Chel with a little glare. At least he was courteous enough to wait until after the egg had been taken care of. No further comment was made as he went back to grating cheese with a scowl.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 3:44 pm
Despite years of living with Chris, she was (for some reason) not ready for the return fire and it took her square in the shoulder. It bounced somewhat uselessly on the ground and Chel sighed, reaching down to pick it up and put it carefully on the counter again. It was a little bruised and squishy now, but still good.
"I was so upset over nothing," she grumbled, the hint of a laugh entering her voice. Of all the good things that had happened today, this one had to be the kicker that toppeled the tower. "Just watch- when I finally keel over and go t'hell yer gonna be sittin' there on the throne waitin' for me." She stuck out her tongue and made a face at the devil king.
The water had finally boiled and Chel dumped in what she estimated was enough pasta. She basically put in enough to satiate Chris; that was about two and a half people. Close enough. "C'mon say you liked her a bit so I can feel even a little justified."
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