/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]

[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.

[wizardcop]

[ he's just going to... find a chair and plop down, giving her a slightly apologetic smile ] Perhaps you should have given me a script to work off of.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

I like improv better.

[And she sprawls across the couch again, studiously studying the Giant Puppy.]

... So now what?

[wizardcop]

[ He watches Fedora as well- who looks from one to the other, then yawns, tail thumping happily against the floor. ]

I wish I knew.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Maybe we could teach him to talk.

[Wiggles her fingers at the Puppy--here boy!]

[wizardcop]

[ Fedora streeeeeetches and pads over- yay pettings! ]

Oh, yes. Brilliant. I'll just park him in front of Sesame Street so he can get to work on his alphabet.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[So many pettings. She freaking loves this wolf. And firmly believes he doesn't get enough attention.]

You're not even going to try, are you?

[wizardcop]

[ Jake is just watching, and he frowns slightly for a moment ]

I say let's talk to this Russian of yours before we break out the Hooked on Phonics.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Your call, bosscop. I'm just the one with directions.

[wizardcop]

First thing tomorrow, then. Let's pay your friend a visit.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

So... be by my place around one. That'll work.

[wizardcop]

What? In the afternoon?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Yep! Exactly.

[wizardcop]

And that qualifies as "first thing"?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

It does when you've got to do a bunch of cleansing rituals so the guy'll even let you within ten feet of him.

[... No, she's just going to sleep.]

[wizardcop]

You're not serious.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Aren't I?