/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]

Fine, fine. One it is. It's not as though I'm going to try and find the man without you anyway.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Well... you could. But you probably wouldn't manage to.

[wizardcop]

I somehow figured that.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Then again, it might be fun to watch you drive around looking for the place.

[wizardcop]

Do you like to watch everyone suffer, or am I just lucky?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Juuuuuust you. Aren't you lucky?

[wizardcop]

Truly, my luck knows no bounds.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

You could sound a little happier about that.

[wizardcop]

I could. But I'm not going to.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

You're a jerk.

[wizardcop]

I think we've established that already.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

I'm only making sure you don't forget it.

[wizardcop]

How sweet of you.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... Sooo.

You have anything to eat around here that isn't canned peas or dog food?

[wizardcop]

[wizardcop]

If you're staying for dinner, you're helping with paperwork.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... Are you cooking?

[wizardcop]

No. If I go insane enough to properly invite you over, I might. I was going to tell you to make yourself a sandwich.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Makes a face.]

You know I burn water, right?

[NOT an exaggeration.]

[wizardcop]

It's a sandwich. There's no cooking even involved, and unless you can make mayonnaise spontaneously com--- ah, forget I said that.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Just. Gives him a look.]

[wizardcop]

Kara. If I allow you to stay, and make dinner, you have to do that paperwork. I'll help, but the brunt of the work is yours.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... Okay. But only if it's real food, not sandwiches.

[wizardcop]

Define "real food".

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Like... a bacon cheeseburger. Or spaghetti and meatballs.

[She makes hand gestures.]

A really... big... potato. And then pie.