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rockabillyboy) wrote2016-05-31 02:44 am
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Once they're in the apartment, Jack drops his bag. He finds himself skittish, suddenly, which is ridiculous, but they've admitted to a lot, this morning, and it's taking a whole to settle. He turns to face Poison, starting to tug his shirt over his head.
"I need to shower."
"I need to shower."
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"Hot! Hot hot hot," he fussed around the piece in his mouth. But he eventually managed to chew it. "Uuuhm I think that's about done? It feels done."
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"What about daddy?" teases Jack, grabbing a strainer and the pan and dealing with them pretty expertly as he drains the pasta over the sink.
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Jack's cheeks colour a little, but he's still grinning as he sets the pan of drained pasta down. "Would it do for you?"
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"I have literally never heard her actually call you that," points out Jack, eyebrow raised. "And you know I'd be up for trying pretty much anything when it's you."
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"God," says Jack, swatting at him with one hand, rolling his eyes. "Don't do that when I'm trying to fix dinner. Didn't you get off enough today?"
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