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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 6:33 pm
Food
And it did. "All I done for two years is figure out how to not die on a battlefield." Which explained most of it expediently, she thought. How she'd realized she couldn't brute force it like Chris and Jack, how she'd had to learn not one, but two (and more if you counted runics) weapons, how she practically had to restart yet again. That two years of being a sun meant two years of people kicking her a** left and right until she'd found something she could cling to, and to find that it wasn't effective against a lifer- not even a sun- was disheartening.
"Don't make fun of me for losin'. I know I'm not as strong as you guys." Whether that came from genetic limitation or a lack of discipline, it wasn't something she liked having pointed out. "I'm sensitive," she hissed, more at herself than Jack.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 6:56 pm
Food
He let the first sentence sink in as he checked the pot. Were the noodles overcooked? He couldn't remember if onions took longer to boil or not. At least the egg wasn't burnt to a crisp this time.
"You are," Jack said as he turned the other side of the stone off as well. "Strong, I mean. If you weren't, you wouldn't be alive right now. I guess I shouldn't exactly gloat when it was your first battle back with Tenebrae anyway," he added with a small sigh. It got easy to get carried away when anything could be turned into a joke between them.
He started the search for bowls. "You're not that sensitive, though. Ian ******** gets upset whenever I call him stupid; you laugh when you call yourself a whore."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 7:05 pm
Food
"Y'wouldn't be Jack Hawthorn if you didn't gloat your a** off," she said, breathing out her nose and crossing a word out. She'd given up on using the eraser. "Y'got pride it's awesome."
She snorted at the assertion about Ian. "I think the dude hates me 'cause I tricked him like one time." She shrugged, because she honestly didn't know. She literally met him once. "I am a whore." Chel sat up enough to peek over the couch and make wiggly eyebrows. "Your personal whore."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 7:20 pm
Food
Ian was more likely to dislike her for the Nevada commentary on Sibling Day, but Jack decided it wasn't prudent to bring up. "Like I said, he's the sensitive one. So does that make me your personal manwhore, then?" he asked with a snort, catching the wiggling brows in passing. "I have my pride to watch out for after all. What's the male equivalent of a bottom b***h? Bottom b*****d?"
Beat.
"I did not just ******** say that," he said with a scornful look at himself. "You heard nothing."
With the strainer located (he remembered this time rather than just attempt to dump the water out little by little), he drained the pot almost all the way through, leaving just a little water for each bowl; he wanted to test whether leaving some in would make the noodles a little less dry or not.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 7:41 pm
Fodd
Chel fell back on the couch, laughing loudly at his admittance. "Think I should put that on this app?" she asked in a mocking tone. "Single-handedly made Jack a bottom b***h?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 7:49 pm
Food
"I swear I will poison your goddamn food one day," he threatened right before it fell apart and he laughed himself. With the noodles divided and the vegetables and flavor packs added to each bowl, he split the fried egg between them, placed it like a haphazard garnish atop the meal, placed the bowls on the counter, and said, "Food's up."
He prodded his dubiously and sniffed it. "Yeah, think I overcooked the noodles again or something...Or the onions not enough, they don't look all that cooked..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 8:07 pm
Food
"You couldn't poison me, you loooove me," she chittered as she stood up from the couch and lurched her way over to the couch, legal pad tucked under her arm.
The food was ... well it looked edible, which was more than his last burnt meal. "I like it already." She made grabby hands for a fork while she leaned against the counter.
Once handed a fork, she put enough of it on the end to eat and did so. She hadn't been lying when she said she'd eat just about anything. The burnt side of the pizza, the overcooked pasta, the half of the sandwich you didn't want; Chel was a garbage disposal. That included Jack's undercooked noodles with crunchy onions. "S'textured," she said with a laugh, reaching over to kiss him on the cheek before continuing to eat and then talking with her mouth half full. "Thanks man."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 8:29 pm
Food
He clicked his tongue at her and fiddled with his food before swallowing both his pride and the "textured" end result. "You're welcome. Only the mediocre and somewhat edible for you," Jack sighed. "Sweetiepie. I actually had to stop and think of one, I'm running out of English names."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 8:33 pm
Food
Chel picked up her bowl and slid off the stool, sneaking her way under Jack's arms, putting herself between him and the counter while she continued to pick at the egg and shove it into her mouth. It was one of the perks of having a boyfriend with overly long arms.
"As opposed to what, like ********' German names or somethin'?" She snorted. "Mi amor?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 8:47 pm
Food
"That's Spanish," he said with a roll of his eyes, twisting his fork around and leaning over Chel's head to eat, pressing her to the counter just to be annoying. "Like from a stupid soap opera or something." Or Lina, though it didn't bother him nearly as much as it might have in the past. "Guess I'll just have to get more creative."
He ate and considered for a moment.
"Pookie."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 8:52 pm
Food
"Had a mexican girlfriend once," Chel prattled, making a noise when she was squished into the counter too hard. "She called me mi gato. Think it means cat or somethin'." Chel actually looked somewhat fondly into space, remembering they'd had a joke about her being my p***y or somesuch teenage nonsense.
She reached up to knock her knuckles against his cheek and said, "You call me whatever you want googly-bear."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 9:08 pm
Food
"The ******** kind of nickname is that? 'My p***y'?" Jack snorted. At least he called her Catwoman which at least made sense.
He faked snapping at her fingers as they drew near his mouth, then retaliated by "balancing" his bowl on her head; his hands were still solidly holding on, but the bottom of it still briefly touched down. "Sure thing, my scrumptious love muffin. You are such a convenient height, by the way," he added with a little grin. "Thanks for that."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 9:22 pm
Food
"It was a funny nickname. I liked it," she said with puffed out cheeks. Mostly because it had been hers, and Chel clung to anything that belonged to her.
With half her noodles gone and most of the onions shoved to the side of the bowl, she said, "I try real hard." Rolling her eyes she let him keep the bowl there, but continued to eat out of hers as though nothing had happened. considering her head was divided down the center with hair, she had to wonder if he was really getting anything out of the deal.
"You good with sleepin' over?" she asked, somewhat embarrassed to have to ask at all. "It's ... gonna take all night."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 9:43 pm
Food
He had to think before replying, not for a [articularly thoughtful reason but to remember what something best translated to. "I thought that was assumed, gwiyeoun saekki goyang-i," he replied in his most sagely voice (though the words weren't quite as smooth), followed by a most immature poke of her cheek. "I'll get us coffee and juice boxes when we're finished eating."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 9:46 pm
Food
Chel made a very suspicious face. "The ******** you just call me? You best not be frontin' in another language that just ain't fair."
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