/posts something dorky and harmless

[wizardcop]

[ This is an apartment. It's a fairly small apartment- even for someone on Jacob's salary, but it suits him. Every thing is practical and neat- if a little dark. Dear Jake has a fondness for dark wood when it comes to furniture- and perfect.

Except for the part where there's a 200-pound wolf sprawled on the bed like he owns it. The fedora is hanging from one of the bedposts, for want of a proper hat rack.

Jacob himself is in the shower, pondering how the hell his life got so complicated all of a sudden. ]

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[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Because, you know, she totally has a key. And there was paperwork she didn't want to do. So she's going to sneak in, hopefully while you're not home, and put it on your counter.

Stealthily.

Like so.]

[wizardcop]

[ The stealth would have worked, if not for the fact that there was something big and black and very happy to see you bounding up :D ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Oh shi--]

Hey you.

[And, she'll just be tossing that paperwork onto the counter, and descend into that nonsense talk people say to dogs all the time. Come here and be petted! 8D]

[wizardcop]

[ omg pettings!! Prepare to have your face licked, and possibly some giant paws up on your shoulders, Kara ]

[ Also, that might be the sound of the shower shutting off ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Sorry! Distracted by adorable smoke... wolf... thing. He's such a cute puppy, yes he is! Have some ear scritches, cutie!]

[wizardcop]

[ In a move that is perhaps surprising to no one, Jacob owns a bathrobe. And he wears it around his own home, even if he does live there alone.

He'll be tying that around his waist as he exits the bathroom. Huh, there should be an epic ton of wolf in that bed. ] Fedora?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Oh FML sideways.]

... Shit.

[Is there a closet in this kitchen? If there is, she'll just be... trying to duck in there, shooing Fedora out.]

Go... distract him or something. Shoo.

[wizardcop]

[ There's a pantry type cabinet thing! Good luck with that! Fedora will just sit there and wag his tail. :3

Jake, in the meantime, has picked up his gun, and will be creeping to the kitchen. Not that he doubts Fedora's ability to take down anyone dumb enough to try and break in, but you know. ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She'll just be trying to wiggle in there. Probably... sitting on canned peas, who the hell has canned peas anymore? What is wrong with this guy.

And hold her breath.

Oh yeah. She's the stealth.]

[wizardcop]

[ Around the corner and-! There's no one here but the wolf. :| ]

Fedora, what are you doing in the-- [ why is my pantry door open slightly? ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Maybe if she keeps very... very still... he'll get bored and go watch the grass grow or some other boring thing boring people do.]

[wizardcop]

[ Like hell. He's flinging that door open and you have a gun pointed at you for a second or two ]

Jesus Christ-! Kara, for the love of God, what are you doing in my pantry?!

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[There's a beat.

She holds up one of the cans, and deadpans:]

I wanted peas.

[wizardcop]

[ He just. Facepalms. ] Get out of there.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Nice robe, by the way. Getting ready to read Masterpiece Theatre?

[Hauls herself out like absolutely nothing happened--thank you SO MUCH for the hand.]

[wizardcop]

[ You just get a look. And then the wolf gets a look ] Thanks for the warning. Fat lot of good you are. [ maybe the accent makes itself more apparent when he's not on the job. ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Oh don't blame the puppy. He was a perfectly good guard dog. If... you're afraid of adorable.

[Picking dry pasta off her pants.] Nice voice, Nigel.

[wizardcop]

[ Will studiously ignore that. All of it. ] Is there any particular reason why you've invited yourself into my home?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Deadpan. Again.]

I was hoping to catch your fine, scrawny ass in the shower.

[wizardcop]

[ lhjfhgfs facepalming again to cover up the fact that he might have... turned a little red ] Why me?

... Look, since you're here, I had something I wanted to ask your opinion on anyway. Just... give me a moment to get dressed.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She snorts. It's totally ladylike, shut up.]

Hurry up before you blind someone.

[wizardcop]

Ha ha. Just don't break anything. [ he heads back from whence he came to go find clothes. ]

[ As for the apartment, there's the obvious- newspaper on the table, a few bills. And then, oddly, framed photgraphs. An old house on rolling green hills. A smiling elderly couple with a smiling Jacob in front of the same house. A photo of a grinning woman- Jacob's mother, they have the same eyes- playfully mussing a teenaged Jacob's hair. A few more photos of the same nature are scattered around.

Perhaps he never has time for friends, but family is obviously very, very important. His father, however, is conspicuously absent. ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She sticks her tongue out at his retreating back, but then proceeds to rifle through his belongings.

Bills are interesting. Newspaper's boring. The photos... curious. She never pegged him for a sentimental guy. House is nice. Not in the city. Maybe Dad's dead... maybe he's a bastard.

Cool.

She then flops on the couch, propping her feet up daintily on an arm, to wait.]

[wizardcop]

[ HEY HEY KARA. SOMEONE WANTS MORE PETTINGS ]

[ And Jake emerges a few moments later on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt- casual clothes, he owns them! He also has a box tucked under one arm ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[You can totally have more pettings, puppy. And Jacob? You're being ignored. Completely. Because this dog is love. :3]