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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 9:52 pm
Food
Feigning offense, he explained, "I called you a cute little kitten," with the straightest face only someone like Jack could manage. "What kind of man do you take me for, s**t."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 9:58 pm
Food
"Oh." She thought on it for a moment, setting her empty bowl down on the counter before wrapping her arms around his waist, fingers lacing along the edges of his jeans. "Then I love it." She was slowly adjusting to that word, beginning to use it as freely as she had with Nevada. Not all the way yet, and it would take a while, but beginning. That, and being called something in another language somehow made it seem like another nickname, rather than a petname or something similar.
The question got him a look. "I take you for an a*****e, which you are." She shook her head a little, a silent request for the bowl to be taken off of it. "Though I guess not entirely if yer gonna get me juice."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 10:35 pm
Food
The bowl was already being removed when her arms came around him, half-expecting her to bump against his chest. Her particular choice of word gave him a slight pause, though he tried not to look too affected by it lest they hit another awkward moment. "Guess I should brush up on my Korean again, then," Jack said as he set the bowl aside. "Make some more mushy declarations and letting you squint all you want about it."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 10:39 pm
Food
"As long as y'tell me what it means. Spoutin' Asian s**t just ain't fair." But there was a lightheartedness in her pout, a smile in her tease.
Chel tugged the fabric around his waist to pull him to her; it was quickly becoming her signal for "you are too tall."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 10:51 pm
Food
He hummed in thought as he picked her up, careful to avoid knocking their bowls. "Weeeell, the a*****e thing to do would be not translating it," Jack thought aloud with a smirk. "No, wait--giving you the wrong translation."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 11:04 pm
Food
Chel made a noise as she was lifted up, but after a moment of recognition she met his smirk with one of her own.
"You know I hate secrets," she murmured, lips finding his shortly after in a tiny thank you for the meal and for the assistance with the paper. She hadn't meant for the motion to be anything more than a passing gesture to the couch (and the inevitable pile of papers), but as usual she leaked something more into it, something that Jack cultivated in her without meaning to.
She let go, pulling to be let down. "F'we finish early we can watch Lord of the Rings."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 11:20 pm
Food
He had to rotate through several possible options for a retort in the short gap the kiss afforded, the most risky one being you'll probably start hating me then. At least this wasn't like the kiss in the bathtub; he could control himself and enjoy rather than devour, an impulse that had begun to peek its head out more often lately.
"Luckily for you, Death is all about secrets," Jack said afterwards, letting her have a slow, dragging descent that pulled her shirt up. "But don't tease me with Lord of the Rings now--I'm betting we'll be too damn tired to do anything but sleep once we're done."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 11:23 pm
Food
"I have a pretty good knack for making secrets not be secrets," she said confidently, tugging on his ear lobe in an annoying sibling kind of way before leading him to the couch. More bitterly she said, "Just wrote a whole paper on it actually."
She shook her head. "That's why we gotta finish fast. So we're not tired and s**t."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 11:31 pm
First Draft
After eating and about twenty minutes of pestering sass, Chel and Jack actually got to work and quite a bit was accomplished. She powered through the end of the "essay" and handed it to him.
Of course it was riddled with typos, bad grammar and everything that made Jack's head ache as badly as hers did. While he began the review process, she got up to get a handful of pain pills; whatever amount Tenebrae told her to take to dull the exhaustion.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 11:36 pm
Fourth Draft
The sun had gone down and it was showing on Chel's face. It was easier when she just had to copy something from one piece of paper to the next, but it still took time and she still made some simple mistakes.
But at least now with the fourth copy she'd gotten everything correct enough to move on to a pen draft.
Somewhere in between the two, Chel prattled to Jack about her writing process. Always in pencil first one scratch paper, pen on blank paper and then typed if necessary. Maybe there had been a time where Chel could have liked writing (she actually liked the concept of keeping a journal, but never could do it for obvious reasons), but school and the rigor of deadlines had stamped the fun out of writing at an early age for her. They had never given her enough time, and with a process as long as hers it was literally killer.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 11:42 pm
Sixth Draft
The second draft of her pen version. By now she was yawning and it was a young person's late, somewhere after 12. Practically afternoon for Chel and Jack.
She'd long since loosed her lips on beer and told him about her plans with excitement she'd been embarrassed to show earlier. Things like how she could talk to students in golems all day (work in pajamas <******** yeah), how she could figure out what was going to hit before it hit ("Keep you safe- I'll be prince charmin'"). She very much sounded like a child presenting their science fair project. Excited, naive, but with a semblance of preparation and forethought.
"We can go on missions all the time," she murmured in the same way a normal person talked about romantic dates. Battles and events were their dates. "See the whole world with you."
Her fingers tightened around her pen, knuckles white. She didn't say it because she didn't want Jack to get in that mindset, but she leaned against his arm, putting her nose and lips on the fabric for a short moment. I'll find them for you.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 11:45 pm
Sun and Stars
It still bothered her. If she wasn't his sun and stars who would be?
Why did it feel like he was slipping away?
Worse yet, why did it feel like she was pushing?
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 11:51 pm
Ninth Draft
Now it was late- truly late. There were empty juice boxes littering the ground around the couch. Jack had chugged coffee at an alarming rate and Chel was just feeling worse for keeping him up. The sun was peeking its way over the horizon.
But it was done, or at least, it was done to the point where she could spell check in the morning (afternoon?). "Say somethin' if you're still awake," she said in a low rasp, saving her file as something indiscriminate before turning the machine off.
Juice didn't have the same effect coffee did. Wordlessly she got up and willed herself to yank the blanket off her bed. She didn't want the whole shebang of moving to the bed, and instead she wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. She oozed onto Jack's laying frame and got as comfortable as she needed to be before closing her eyes. Thank you and I love you and any other number of lively words would come in the morning, but for right now it was all she could do to sleep. She just hoped Jack wouldn't hold it against her.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 10:20 am
Sixth Draft
He'd reached a high of some sort from a confluence of the time, the amount of coffee he had drank, and the honest energy she gave off as she talked. When a person mattered, their enthusiasm could be felt and fed off of, and the pride he had felt earlier started to renew itself and chase away both irritation and exhaustion, if only for these few moments.
While Jack failed to catch the meaning behind her gesture, he still reached up and affectionately brushed her face of hair that hadn't been in the way. "I'd love that," he replied, his sleepover voice starting to kick in.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 10:29 am
Ninth Draft
Jack made a groaning noise in response. He'd worked out a system to get through high school AP and what time he had in college, and it had served him well this far in Deus. It didn't meant that it wasn't a harrowing process, though—especially doing it with someone else. He was run ragged by the time they finished and had his eyes closed purely to avoid looking at anything else for as long as possible.
He really wanted to get away from the couch, but that required moving.
Removing his glasses, he rubbed at his eyes and grimaced. "I'm doing ******** paperwork from now on," he grumbled.
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