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 Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 12:06 am
Pillow talk
"You whining at me for various reasons."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 12:55 am
pillow talk
"Sorry 'bout that too. I'll stay fer pancakes. I promise, Hawthorn."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 10:09 am
breakfast
Jack was usually up a little early in the morning by habit--school and work usually required him up and about as such. He knew Chel was usually a sleep-in sort of person and tried not to wake her up as he slipped out of bed, threw some clothes on, and hit the kitchen.
(She stayed. It was progress.)
By the time she got up, the apartment had the smell of fresh pancakes wafting about. And not even burned ones; he was getting better.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 11:57 am
breakfast
Chel did her route of waking up, going back to sleep for ten minutes, and then waking up for good.
She just walked into the kitchen, no makeup preparation (it was still on from last night; you can imagine how nice that looked) and no worries. Chel wasn't really the kind of person that worried about her presentation in front of other people.
"Smells good, beanstalk. What you make?" Chel had the audacity to think Jack might have gotten creative with the pancakes.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 12:50 pm
breakfast
He was still cooking his own when she arrived. A plate of several pancakes was available, though nothing creative outside the arrangement of extras around it: a ziplock bag of pecan crumble, a jar of peanut butter (3/4 empty) and a jar of jelly (3/4 full), a stick of butter, and syrup accompanied the fork and knife. There was an empty glass by her plate as he didn't know what she wanted to drink.
It wasn't creative, but it was organized.
"Morning," Jack greeted as he flipped his pancake over. "There's pancakes, like I said. Thought about bacon, but I forgot I ate it all. Uh. Yogurt's in the fridge too. Eat what you want."
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 9:19 pm
breakfast
"Well look who's tryin' out fer Master Chef," she said with a snicker, coming around his backside and giving his a** a slap while she was at it.
She took the plate and started piling them on, as many as she could get. Normally she just ate out of the pan with Chris, but she could be civilized for such a special occasion. "You fergot the chocolate chips though." An important component.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 8:03 am
breakfast
The slap was expected and yet he still jumped somehow. The panckae was unharmed.
"Seriously?" He snorted. "You know I don't like chocolate. Try blueberries instead sometime."
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 10:10 am
breakfast
"F'you ever want a shot with me here's a little tip; don't ever ********' say those words again." She was very focused her pancakes, drilling holes into them with her eyes.
Was it too soon for a joke? Probably. Much like these pancakes were being coated in syrup, Chel liked her problems covered in jokes.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 10:31 am
breakfast
He puffed a laugh, unaware of her stiffness. "I'll stock up on chocolate chips if you say yes, then."
With his pancake now nice and fluffy, he turned the stove off and slid it onto a nearby plate. Jack took a seat across from Chel, and if she was still very intent on her food by then, he'd finally take notice. "Promise it's not poisoned."
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 12:30 pm
breakfast
She stared at him for a moment or two too long, because it'd been the same words she'd given guarded, paranoid Shun. Was she really acting that way? Well s**t- she didn't want to be like that to Jack.
"I'll ... think about it. F'you find someone better though ... don't wait up fer me." She pointed her fork at him in an accusing way. "An' don't ********' be a clingy lil b***h about it, alright?" She filled her mouth with pancakes to stop her from thinking about it further.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 1:27 pm
Breakfast
"Sure." Still casual, simple. As much as Jack loathed the idea of giving her too much time (time meant thinking meant overthinking meant backing out when the issue wasn't immediate), he knew better than to try and close the vice around her. Not so soon after the question had been asked anyway.
There was some quiet between them as they ate. He checked the clock a few times in the interim but didn't mention a reason why. "You know waffles are just pre-cut pancakes, right?" he pointed out, attempting to lighten things up.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 1:30 pm
breakfast
"That's it! ********' gone!" She picked up her plate and fork and prepared to leave that way.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 4:17 pm
breakfast
He broke out into laughter and let her go for now. "Where you going?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 4:21 pm
breakfast
"Somewhere that appreciates real food!" she told him.
But instead of heading towards the door, she went to the other side of the counter and hip-checked him, plate still in hand.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 6:28 pm
breakfast
"Yeah?" He grinned and turned his head with her. "What other batshit mixtures are 'real food'?"
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