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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 12:33 pm
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He made an obligatory no not the hair noise as he took her hand and got up. "******** sake, one shopping trip was bad enough," Jack complained as he fixed it and shuffled to the kitchenette. "I'm already getting a headache just thinking about it. Wedding's cancelled, send gifts to this address."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 1:31 pm
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"Well you wouldn't have to come shoppin' with me. Groom doesn't see the dress or whatever right?" Which probably meant Chris would have to. Probably Abbi too; god forbid someone leave romance central behind.
She foraged the fridge for a beer and offered one to him. Nothing said dyslexic focus like underage drinking.
The laugh Jack got for his joke was resounding. "That's ********' amazin'. Tell everyone we're in love so they give us free stuff. ******** yeah." In other words, the only reason Chel would ever actually have a wedding.
She leaned back against the counter and shooed him to start cooking.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 1:57 pm
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"Point." He snickered at the thought of letting Abbi deal with her; Chris was used to it he imagined.
Thanking her for the beer, he pulled the tab and offered to touch fans like they were wine glasses before drinking. "Yeah, it's the whole registry thing or whatever," he said with a grin. "Jesus ********, that's cheapskate. What're you in the mood for, because I recently acquired a s**t ton of dollar store yakisoba, and I can smell the beef flavor powder already."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 2:09 pm
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Chel snorted and slapped her can against his before taking a long drink. Then it got set on the counter for her to shimmy back to the couch. The break had been short lived; she would work while he cooked.
"I'll eat whatever," she told him, like always. She leaned over the counter, looking at the pad. "Serve it up Dong," she said with a snicker.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 2:56 pm
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"Captain Boss," he corrected her in turn. "I'll have to duck back down to my room. Have any vegetables?" It was probably a lost cause considering who he was talking to, but he had to ask. "I could spice it up with that or some fried eggs." Or he could just dump pepper on it again like last time, but much like Chel, he wanted to try.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 3:20 pm
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"Bottom drawer," she told him absently. There was also probably a carton of eggs hidden somewhere in her fridge, considering she liked eggs. Chel liked her unhealthy food, but you still needed celery and onions from time to time.
Her face had scrunched back to concentration as she chewed on the string of her jacket. "Bring your laptop when you come back up." She gave him a smile and added, "Captain Dong."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 3:38 pm
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He sighed; close enough. "Will do," he said as he ducked out for a few moments.
Jack returned with several beef flavored yakisoba packages and his computer bag. The latter was set on the counter while he started to rip open the former. "Pain pills in there too if you need them." He set aside the trash, took another gulp of beer, and grabbed a pot to fill up with water. Microwaving was faster but didn't taste as good.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 3:45 pm
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Chel got two more sentences down while he was gone. The silence had actually motivated her a bit, but it was quickly diminished when she got annoyed of the silence and went to turn on some music. Jack came back to soft rock in the background, a usual sound for her room.
"God you actually got a bag for yer computer. ********' nerd," she admonished, taking the bag in hand and moving it to the couch so it was out of the way of the food mess.
From the couch and back to the kitchen, she asked, "You made any decisions on the house?" She flexed an arm and said, "Better answer soon while I still got my sun muscles to lift wood and s**t." She then laughed, because lifting wood.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 4:02 pm
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"Yeah, so I can carry it, the charger, notes and s**t, the works."
Snickering as well, he moved the pot to the stove, turned it to a medium heat, and looked for vegetables and a cutting board. "I've been admittedly slow about that," Jack replied. "There's a few places I'm going to check out when I have the time. Work just seems like a nonstop train for the next two weeks."
Onions would do. As he peeled the outer layer off, he asked with a smirk, "Are those the same sun muscles I beat to a pulp?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 4:32 pm
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"I'm just sayin' the rooms next door are still open," she told him with a roll of her eyes at his latter comment. In reference to housing she said, "I'd help you out but smooshin' our schedules together never ends pretty, 'specially if Death's got some orientation s**t."
It made her unnecessarily hesitant to think about Jack exploring the towns on his own, but she didn't say so. He was capable and there was nothing she could do.
"They're the sun muscles that're gonna wrestle you into a dress if you don't shut the ******** up about it," she shot back.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 4:49 pm
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"Why would I want a next door room when I can just let myself in?" he retorted with more than a little cheek, slowly cutting the onion. "And I'd love to see you try, Chel, especially when your idea of a battle is playing tricks. I can," he grinned, "and will wrestle you down every time."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 5:27 pm
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"'Cause you like your space," Chel said quietly, not a bit touched (or maybe uncomfortable) with the idea of living in one room with Jack. She certainly wasn't opposed, but the idea that he wouldn't be baffled her.
She looked a tad more hurt when he insulted one of the only things she considered herself good at. "
"I hope a shadow bites your balls off," she muttered, loud enough for him to hear as she scribbled on the paper a word or two more.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 5:44 pm
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The abrupt end to their joking repartee gave him pause. He glanced at Chel as she settled back down on the couch, held back the knee jerk response to ask the ******** was that about, and decided, hell, let there be space then. Other than the music Chel had put on earlier, there wasn't any real noise on his end as he focused on the meal preparation. Without interruption, he got the water to a boil, dumped both packages of noodles in, and greased a pan to work on the fried egg portion.
Only later, after he added the onions into the pot and cracked an egg and let it all simmer, did he lean against the counter and try talking to her. "You want me to look at what you got?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 6:13 pm
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"It's the same as before," she said shortly. Silence between them had only skyrocketed her heart rate. Silence was what was shared between her parents, not her and Jack. Silence scared her.
Somewhat stubbornly, she groused, "Food done yet?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 6:23 pm
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"Almost." And then, as he turned back to the stove and switched the pan's burner off, "Tell me where I hit a nerve: the wrestling thing?" Pulling back didn't work, so he figured something more earnest would work.
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