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 Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 12:51 pm
Death Division
"S'at your whole menu?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm gonna get you a cookbook or somethin'." Seriously Jack you are sad. So sad.
She stood up and dragged his arms out, helping him up. "D'you think talkin' to someone would do somethin' 'bout it?" The glumness slipped back into her shuffle to the kitchenette. "S'there even anyone to talk to 'bout that kinda stuff..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 1:02 pm
Death Division
"Prrrrrobably. The only one I know who does that sort of counsel is Jamil, though. Not sure if someone else has chosen to specialize there." Jack lazily followed after, yawning as he snaked his arms back around her from behind, trying to impede her progress. "Let it go, babe, I'll grab something from the caf."
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 1:34 pm
Death division
"Oh yeah, I should get therapy from a p***k that doesn't like me datin' you," she said sourly. Not many people thought she was the right pick for Jack, not that it mattered. It still wasn't a person she was going to seek counsel from.
She looked up at him, the top of her head touching his chest as she gazed up at the giant. "I meant talk to someone 'bout the quarantines not my feelin's. Feelin's is just fine." Almost fine.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 2:30 pm
Death Division
"Mhmm." Just fine was a common and often loaded phrase between them. "I don't know about the quarantines, but since it's a mixture of Life and Death, I can try and look into it on my end. The Life assistant is pretty nice if nothing else."
Jack leaned down and gave her a languid sort of kiss, sliding his hands up her arms. "I'm good for listening at least."
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 2:45 pm
Death Division
"Neither of us are gonna find nothin'." she concluded, shrugging his hands off. It was a dumb question to begin with; if Evan was anything to go off of, they'd never get rid of their system. Not when there was still so much hatred abound. "We're just two hunters an' no one ever gives a s**t about that."
Chel had mixed emotions, none of which Jack could sort out when she couldn't fix them herself. She started making her way towards the kitchenette again, as though making dinner was going to solve her problem.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 3:01 pm
Death Division
He let her go this time without interruption, pushing his bangs back with pressed lips. Why did she have to latch onto something they couldn't change? Mulling it over wasn't going to make her feel better, much less implanting her friends in that position when they were just fine. (There was that phrase again.)
Sighing to himself, Jack began collecting his things. "Don't cook for me, I'm heading out," he said, suspecting Chel needed space.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 3:15 pm
Death Division
Chel gave Jack a wide-eyed stare with complicated glassy eyes. Was he leaving because he actually had work or because he didn't want to deal with her qualms? Maybe she was asking too much of him; maybe he only tolerated her allegiance to Halloween. He had never really seen eye to eye with her on the subject; nobody had if she was honest. Sympathetic, willing to listen, but never daring to hold the audacious idea that Halloween wasn't built to be eradicated or studied or interfered with.
"Okay," she said slowly, her steps stopped for the moment. "You ... There's leftovers you can take at least." She didn't want him to go, or at least she wanted the assurance he wasn't leaving for the wrong reasons, but what could she do? Chel had oiled hands, she could never hold onto things if they wanted free.
There were words burning in her throat but she doesn't know how to speak for herself and give him answers. '"I'll see you later," sounds more like an admonishment of defeat than a promise.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 3:30 pm
Death Division
Jack shouldered his bag and gazed into that glassy stare for that just-a-little-too-long-for-politeness period of his. He'd made the familiar mistake of assuming rather than asking, used to dealing with silent orders and rules all his life. To avoid conflict by removing oneself from it when one couldn't offer something more productive, slinking away when the adults grew loud and belligerent, providing short if curt answers if bothered at all, only lashing out at all if cornered. Some days he thought he had erased that behavior—and then moments like this happened. Chel wasn't like them in the least, but just as she sometimes treated him like a ticking time bomb, so too did he sometimes accidentally slip into old habits of avoidance when he felt like he was hitting a wall.
He approached Chel, and it was his turn to take her head into his hands. (It was hard these days if she had simply accustomed him to little touches, or if he was now finding personal appeal in them.) "You want me to stay or go?" Jack asked directly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 3:40 pm
Death Division
His hands felt so comfortable and dramatic that Chel actually let out a choked laugh at his spontaneous intimacy. It was automatic the way she put her hand over one of his and leaned into his grip. "I always want y'to stay dumbass." She dug her other hand into his shirt like an anchor, finding it easier to look at the fabric than the face staring intently at hers.
"But f'you have to go or whatever I feel bad makin' you stay." At least there had been some progress in their ability to communicate.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 3:50 pm
Death Division
"Just wanted to be sure." Blunt guidance indeed.
Giving her cheek a small pat, he let her go but didn't move away so long as her hands were in his shirt. "I'm serious about not needing to cook if you're not in the mood, though," Jack added. "I eat like a bird anyway; probably could just grab a bar from a vending machine and I'll be set."
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 5:24 pm
I'm Sneaky Medi
Now it was her turn to give questioning glances that said that amount isn't healthy. But it was a long standing debate and Chel had a feeling she'd lose.
"You know what would really make me feel better?" she asked him, reaching up to run her fingers down a piece of his dark green hair.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 5:28 pm
[ double post pls ignore ]
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 5:34 pm
Y U Sneaky
There were a few things in mind for an answer, but the segue was suspicious. Taking the bait anyway, he prompted her with a, "What?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 5:38 pm
So Sneaky
"I think I remember winnin' a bet ... Somethin' t'do with hair dye ..." She pushed her nose into his torso. "I need t'do mine anyways."
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 5:50 pm
Hair Raising Adventure
"Ah, s**t. I was hoping you'd forgotten about that." There was no way he could have believed it, though, and it showed in his little smirk. He gave Chel's back a pat. "What's the verdict on that anyway?"
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