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 Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 8:34 pm
"Hence the desire for contacts." He tied his hair back without bothering to go for the comb, and then he turned to Chel. "You look ridiculous," he said with a snort. Her eyes looked a little magnified, too large for her face.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 9:14 pm
"All the better to see you with my pretty," Chel retorted, making a clawing motion with one of her hands. Then she snorted and handed the glasses over, putting them on his face herself.
Chel being Chel her hands went from the side of his face until they made a loop around his neck (which was a feat considering he was a million feet tall). With his glasses in place she commented, "Much better."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 12:16 am
He half-snorted, half-snickered, and that was one way of knowing he'd actually thought it was funny.
Quietly Jack protested having her place them on and fixed them as she looped her hands. "Is the big bad wolf going to let me go?" Jack asked with wry amusement. These delay tactics were stacking.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 3:25 pm
It took Chel a moment to register that Jack was talking about her. Maybe her hands had been clenched too tight or maybe Jack was exaggerating. It didn't quell the hesitation that built up and shaped her mouth into a "no."
The moment melted when her fingers pinched at his cheeks and she said, "The king askin' for permission- that's new," with a cheeky grin. The hands fell and she took a few steps away to clear her head and put on her shoes.
< He's only gone for a day. So many exciting possibilities. A 70.615% chance that he- >
"Lead the way, Beanstalk." She gestured to the door, with only a single glance at the dyslexia worksheets before looking back at him to lead.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 11:33 pm
Predictably, he returned fire by booping her nose until she let him go. "The king is learning how to joke," Jack corrected her with a tone of great benevolence as he toed his shoes on and laced up, "seeing as this particular subject is very fluent in it."
Turning to his desk, he put the laptop to sleep and rearranged the sheets neatly, even though it'd all just be trash fodder later. He grabbed his keys and locked the door behind them. "I'll text you when I'm done."
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