/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]

See, that's your problem. [ snatches said carrot back and begins chopping :| ] You assume I need to go out in order to have fun.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... [steals a piece of carrot then.] And what's so interesting around here that you can stay in?

[wizardcop]

Plenty of-- stop that! Plenty of things.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

No, I'm starved.

Like what?

[wizardcop]

If you would stop distracting me, I could have this cooking already!

Nothing that you would find entertaining, I'm sure.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

I'm not distracting you.

... You're like an old man, Randy. Do you even know the meaning of the word "fun"?

[wizardcop]

First of all, my name isn't "Randy", and I would appreciate it if you stopped calling me that. Second of all, yes you are. And third of all, of course I do.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Uh huh, sure.

So... what do you do?

[wizardcop]

[ shoots her a brief glare ] I think I've just decided it's not really any of your business.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... Then maybe I'll just go get take-out. And go home.

[wizardcop]

Remind me why we're partners again?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Going to get her coat out of the pantry.]

Because the Big Boss said so.

[wizardcop]

This is ridiculous.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Yup. So I'll just go. 'Kay? You good with that?

[wizardcop]

Fine. Go.

[ Though, somewhere in the course of this conversation, Fedora had parked himself in front of the door ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Fine. I am.

[... or she would, but there's a giant smoke-wolf in the way.]

Scoot over.

[wizardcop]

[ Nope. Not moving. :| ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... Please? I'll bring you a cookie next time.

[wizardcop]

[ Fedora just snorts, but remains where he is ]

... Fedora. Get out of the way.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Look, puppy. Even your pet wants me to go. C'mon. Scoot.

[wizardcop]

Oh, ha ha. As if I don't get enough of your snide remarks at work.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. See what I mean? Scoot over, Feds.

[wizardcop]

[ No. :| ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

I will pick you up and move you.

[... No, no she won't.]

[wizardcop]

[ pffffft ] Good luck with that.

[ just going to wander back into the kitchen ]