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 Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 8:51 pm
Chel's eyes narrowed. "Hawthorn."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 8:57 pm
Jack's brows raised slightly in response. "You can't pull that off, Chel, not on me. But for the record, that was all I had in mind, Mrs. Hawthorn. Didn't want you thinking I was using it to be a chickenshit."
The topper was wiggled some more.
"Do you want the honors or what?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 9:01 pm
"Then what are you usin' it for?" she asked, eyes darting between the topper and tree. Yes she wanted to finish it, no she didn't want to get up.
Eventually she got up with a hefty, dramatic, "I'm exerting all of my effort right now" kind of sigh. She crossed him, plucked the star from his hand and stretched to put it on top, albeit somewhat lopsided.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 9:05 pm
"I don't know if you know this, but I sort of like making things go perfectly. Sometimes I like delaying things so they can be."
For instance, the opportunity to lift her up so she had an easier time setting the star in place while doubling as an excuse to have a private and small moment corniness had been planned.
"It's a shitty habit of mine," he admitted.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 9:13 pm
Chel, despite having a giant fiance, did not like being lifted without warning. Thus kicking began until she was let down.
"F'you wanted perfect you shoulda gone with Hanna," she retorted quietly. She turned at least enough to look him in the eyes. "I know it might be kinda hard t'hear, but like ... we're hunters Jack. We ain't gonna have time for a big old church and Kim Kardashian's bank account." Chel looked down for a moment. "I mean, I wish I could do that for you it-"
She waved a hand; off topic. "Best we can do's a bunch of our friends and a few days off t'ourselves." Maybe given a lifetime they could have improved it, really planned everything out, truly taken the time to think. The fact of the matter was they weren't going to get what either of they wanted, that sometimes you had to make do with what you were given. But the rebellious part of Chel had to tack on. "F'you want more perfect, I'll find a way Hawthorn, I will."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 9:23 pm
Well, he tried. Hanna, though, s**t, that wasn't a name he had heard in ages. For a moment he thought Chel was going to revert to comparing herself again, but she actually looked him in the eyes when she spoke; and when most of their more meaningful conversations had been done looking elsewhere, it said something.
"I know that. Like I said, shitty habit."
Should he go for the sap? Mm...No, not this time.
"I don't want you perfect," he told her simply. "One question, though: why all the Hawthorns? It's weirdly formal."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 9:26 pm
"It's my serious voice," she told him with a specifically flippant face. Optimus Prime took it's place: "Do you want this one instead? Does it turn you on Jackles?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 9:28 pm
The caught off guard grin was hidden behind his hand as he put on his falsetto in response. "Makes me so hard, you don't even know."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 9:37 pm
Chel let out a soft sigh of a laugh, reaching up to squish his cheeks together. She liked the unguarded Jack best, the one that made silly voices and sang bad ballads.
"Look we can call the whole thing off, I'm like ... cool just kickin' it." Translation being "I'm happy just being with you" had Chel had the words to say it. "But f'we're doin' this, we're doin' it. Only pussyin' out f'I really mess up." Which, knowing Chel, she would manage to do.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 9:48 pm
His face scrunched in a scowl for show, and it remained at the very idea. "Who said anything about calling s**t off?" he asked, reaching out for her hands. "I bought you a ******** ring, babe, we're doing this even if you did mess up." And frankly he seemed to be the one who had this time, if just bringing up the good old "later" bullshit of his was enough to throw the conversation out of whack.
"I'm just a little--overwhelmed, I guess is the word. I don't do parties so much, so planning one is out of my depth. Much less a wedding. And it's so close now," he added, "time just ******** snuck up on me, and it's not all the way planned out..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 9:56 pm
Chel regretted the laugh that resulted, but laugh she did. "You overwhelmed 'cause you think you can plan a party," she told him, squishing his cheeks up and down even if he was trying to stop her. "Whole point is it's not planned, that's why s'fun."
She relented and instead bumped him with an elbow to let go. "S'like I told you at the mall. S'me and you sayin' all the mushy stuff. Keep it simple like that s'not so much." Not to say that Chel wasn't a screaming ball of nerves herself because wedding was the very last word she'd associate with herself, but one of them had to keep their cool.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 10:06 pm
"That's why it's stressing," he argued, though it was diminished by all the face squishing going on. He wasn't fooled, he knew Chel had to have at least the same degree of anxiety about it, if not worse; it was admirable, if not a little maddening, that she was the cooler one in the situation.
He gave a small sigh. "Simple," he repeated dryly. "Right. How are those lights coming?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 10:09 pm
"They'd be goin' faster f'I didn't keep gettin' interrupted by yer drama llama," Chel said lamely, poking him in the side of the head before moving to continue her job. "Mm, that reminds me. I got uh ... bad news. Sorta."
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 7:57 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 12:09 pm
She stepped back up onto the chair and began to work fastidiously, as though getting up the lights would excuse the bad news.
"Had t'trade around a bunch of duties t'get the favors for s**t so I'm working Christmas since nobody wants to," she announced somewhat glumly. Christmas was probably her favorite holiday (maybe second only to Mardi Gras) so it had been a real setback. "But," she added optimistically, "I'll be here in the morning and home by like 6 so there's still some time."
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