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 Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 9:53 pm
Clerise, bless her heart, had no idea what she had leashed upon the world.
Specifically, what she had leashed upon a certain trio by showing a distraught miss lady an adorable photo.
Okay, like.
An adorable, if a bit compromising, photo.
Blithely, she sat in the minipets lab, playing with a blue party cat that sort of...went transparent on occasion, pulsing blue and white and revealing its bones.
Kind of creepy, but it purred all the same. "Who's a boy," she asked, scritching the cat under its chin, careful not to knock his little hat off.
To her, everything was great! Minis, a lab back, and a break from killing s**t. Nothing could damper her day. Nothing.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 9:59 pm
Okay, so it would probably considerably lessen the impact of what Jordan had to say if he paused to scoop Kiwi out of her tank and give her all the scritches while he talked to Clerise. That didn't mean it wasn't an appealing thought. Later, he silently promised the fruit foxfire, and instead rounded the row of tanks to approach Clerise.
He stopped a few feet away, tucked his hands into his pockets, and waited, saying nothing.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 10:03 pm
Clerise, forever oblivious, continued to coo at the purring ghost mini, rubbing his belly as he flopped over onto the ground, doing a sleepy kitty stretch.
It took her a moment to catch the shadow looming over her.
Okay.
Okay, maybe a few moments. She started as reality finally clocked her in the head, turning her head up to look at the intruder--
"Oh. Hiya, professor!" Clerise's grin was lazy and goofy. "Sup?"
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 10:11 pm
Jordan smiled. Not his usual lazy, friendly smile; it was a tight and disapproving expression, one deliberately modeled on one of the more terrifying professors in the Engineering department at the school he had attended prior to Deus Ex. "Mm," he said. "Hey, Clerise. Got a couple of questions for you."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 10:28 pm
An eyebrow raised up into sloppy red bangs. "Ahuh. Well, let the interrogation commence, teach."
She never stopped scritching the cat's belly.
There were priorities, here.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 10:29 pm
"Well, first one's probably the most important one," Jordan mused. "Did Rep tell you that he doesn't really want the whole relationship thing being too public just yet?"
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 10:34 pm
Clerise raised an eyebrow.
"I trusted you man. I can't afford to have people overhear this s**t."
But Clarice wasn't just people.
"A lot of my knowledge is based off advice given, what I've seen, and a stack of assumptions." She shrugged. "Anyway. Define too public."
Eyes slid up to Jordan's, before returning to the minipet. "You're mister details. Let's mince some words~"
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 10:37 pm
Jordan gave Clerise a very, very not-amused stare. "Clarice decided that we needed instructions. Plus some warnings that while I'm glad to have been informed about, I also never want to think about again. Also, I really don't think knee and elbow pads are actually necessary for threesomes."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 10:41 pm
For her credit, she kept a straight face for an approximate four seconds. "Oh my god," Clerise wheezed, having fallen over onto her side. "ELBOW PADS. OOHHH MY GODDD AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhA, OHHH." She couldn't breathe. The mental image of Clarice giving a tentative lecture that --- Just. Just. "I'm dying," the redhead whined, completely out of breath, flopping over onto her back on the tile. " Bury me here--nnsskkkhhhahahahaha!"
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 10:44 pm
"I blame you. Completely and totally," Jordan grumbled. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell Rep and Harrison that that incredibly traumatic lecture was because of you and that damn picture."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 10:54 pm
"NNnyeeehehehehehehe." A snort. Maybe two. "Did-- really?" Slowly, she died down. Then re-erupted. Then quieting down, struggling for air. "Just. Sorry. Sorry." Slowly, SLOWLY, Clerise propped herself up on her elbows, lolling her head back to look at Jordan. "So, I mean, I don't really have an excuse?" Some lazy blinks. "I mean, I could lie, if you wanted? But it came up while we were..." The redhead waved her hands flippantly, not really knowing how to say "putting Clarice back together" in better words, "And then she stared at it, beaming at it, before getting a little distant and we moved on. How was I supposed to know she'd like!" Clerise waved her hands. "Lecture you with some brain melting...whatevers!" She flopped back onto her back on the tile, grabbing the party cat and plopping him onto her belly. Curiosity killed the cat, but... "...And...Why was it traumatizing, anyway?"
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 10:59 pm
Jordan gave in and sat down on the floor. The time when he could have actually pulled intimidating was past by a good few minutes, and he didn't feel like standing for the whole conversation. He leaned back on his hands and groaned.
"Okay, one, zombie assbabies. And if that wasn't terrifying enough? Experimental runic condoms. You know how condom demonstrations are usually done on a banana? Let's just say that I'm never eating banana pudding again."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 11:02 pm
Resume laughter, snickers, and snorts.
Stir well.
Serve chilled.
It was a good thing Jordan was a patient man. "I hope she has this on tape," is all Clerise managed squeaked out. "If there is anything good in this world."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 11:05 pm
"Rest assured," Jordan said, "that you will be repaid for this. Later. When you've forgotten." He pointed a finger at her. "I may enlist Clarice's help. You've been warned."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 11:25 pm
That sobered Clerise up a little. Enough to eyeball that finger pointed at her.
"Understood," she said gravely, and then poked his finger with her own.
"I am soooo ********, aren't I?"
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