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 Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 12:13 pm
"Keep telling yourself that, Craft," he said with a roll of his eyes, though he quickly started to glare and extricated himself from her grip with a jerk. " Don't kick me." He'd already had to tell Abbi more than once, as well as others in the past. "Yeah, well, lucky for you Hanna's always busy," he said with a hint of ruefulness. "Couldn't get off til later in the night."
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 6:42 pm
"I don't see how that's lucky," Chel murmured, knowing full well what probably went bump in the night. She put her hands in her own pockets, pulling her jacket a bit tighter. It seemed almost metaphorical that the moment Jack and her had made a connection, he pulled back in. But she wouldn't frown. She was done frowning. "Unless you mean you couldn't jack it off 'til later." She grinned at that one. "Haw. Jack it off." She snorted, throwing herself into a set of giggles.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 6:59 pm
"Oh yes, laugh it up, I haven't heard that one a million times at all." He was stony faced, though as always it was aimed ahead rather than at Chel. They were at the base of the lighthouse; it was almost like staring into his wall again.
"I should start charging you for all these escorts I've been doing," Jack muttered.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 8:41 pm
"I can pay in sex and dinners and that's it," Chel said. "Yer two for two, used all my services."
She stuck around for a moment kicking her feet at the dirt. "Y'know you never have to walk me. M'glad you do though." Signature Chel smile.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 8:55 pm
He made a noncommittal sound and shrugged. "Excuse to stretch my legs and get my daily dose of being annoyed by someone."
Pause.
"Sex and dinners, huh? You sound like a walking porno situation," Jack observed wryly, then affected a purposefully bad falsetto. (Purposefully bad because he had discovered on numerous occasions, mostly when drunk, that he had an unfortunately passable falsetto when he sang.) "Oh, Jack, you kept me safe from the hallway monster and made sure I got to the tower before my father saw me. However can I repay you?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 10:08 pm
"That about sums me up," Chel said with a hollow sort of sound to her voice while she rocked a crooked smile. "But I don't think the porn business is for you with that kind of voice. Yer much more alluring when ya use nickleback."
She put a finger to Jack's nose and booped him lightly. "I'll see ya around. Keep the files- my present to you. I got it all up here anyways." The finger retreated to tap the side of her cranium, right on her temple.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 10:18 pm
Predictably he wrinkled his face and scowled some more. He should have known Chel would leave her mess with him; it always seemed to happen, one way or another. "I'll keep that in mind," he said with a snort, starting to step back now that she had been delivered to the lighthouse.
The falsetto came back. "What, you don't like this voice? I thought being in love with someone meant loving everything about them!" Because Jack would only ever address topics like that from a place of comfort: either as a joke or when drunk and unable to keep that steel clamp on his thoughts locked.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 10:27 pm
Chel's face split with a laugh and she responded in her deepest Optimus Prime voice. "Then I will talk like this at all times." She grabbed his shoulders and teased, "We are the perfect coup-"
"CRAFT GET IN HERE. YOU'RE 15 MINUTES LATE."
The color drained from Chel's face and she gave the side of Jack's head a pat. "s**t! Okay! Bye Jack!" There was a wave, and then she was fumbling for her keys to the control room she was delegated to.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 10:33 pm
Jack guffawed and quickly backed out of her grip when he could. "You're the ******** worst, sweetie," he called to her. But he stifled the impulse to drag things out further, gave a short wave, and then turned to head back towards the dorm at a slow walk.
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