/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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[wizardcop]

Why you're even here in the first place.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Oh. That.

[Points to his counter.]

You have paperwork.

[wizardcop]

...

You snuck into my house, and hid in my pantry... to bring me paperwork.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Yup! You enjoy that. It's the one case with the guy the faeries pushed off his roof last...

... Month.

[wizardcop]

[wizardcop]

... Wait. Wait. Last month? I haven't even been doing this for a month! That paperwork is yours.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... Nope. It has your name on it.

[Well now it does anyway.]

[wizardcop]

And how did my name get there, I wonder.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Wow, yeah, so do I. It's a real mystery.

[wizardcop]

Well, since you're here, I'm certain you wouldn't mind helping with this paperwork, now would you?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... But it's your paperwork. You should use that great work ethic of yours. Get it all done.

[wizardcop]

I might be inclined to, if you would have asked instead of foisting it on me.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Well, now it's good and foisted. No take-backs.

[wizardcop]

Oh my God. You really are an eight-year-old trapped in a grown woman's body, aren't you?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

No. I'm an angry fire elemental trapped in a grown woman's body. Try and keep your facts straight.

[wizardcop]

An angry, juvenile fire elemental.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[There's a beat. And then fire crawls across her entire body, appearing to burn away her clothes, her skin, everything. The couch, fortunately, is unaffected.]

You want to come a little closer and say that?

[wizardcop]

[ He takes a step back, hands up. Fedora just covers his eyes with a paw, as if to say Oh no, not again ]

Emphasis on "angry".

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Just... glaring at him.]

Fine. Be that way. I'll let you figure your damn hat out on your own.

[wizardcop]

[ god dammit ]

Wait, wait. I'm sorry.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[And the fire sort of... rolls away. She's back to normal. Albeit smoking.]

Are you?

[wizardcop]

I am, all right? I am. I'm sorry for this whole mess. I'm sorry the chief stuck us together, I'm sorry I'm involved in you whole- [ vague hand motions ] -your whole world. I'm sorry I ever found that hat, let alone put it on.

I'm a cop, Kara, a good one, and that's all I ever wanted. I was never made for any of this.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She just stares at him for a long moment. And then her expression softens slightly.]

Everything happens for a reason. Just keep telling yourself that. Otherwise you're going to go mad.

[wizardcop]

I'm already going mad.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... That's not how a pep-talk works, you ass.