/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]

You wanted soup, yeah? Here.

[wizardcop]

I don't want all of it. In any case, I left my bowl in the kitchen, so that's all yours.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

...

[Holds a spoon-full out to him.] I will feed this to you.

[wizardcop]

Kara, stop.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She does stop, amazingly enough, and just looks at him.]

[wizardcop]

I am sorry. I realize I'm not the easiest person to get along with, and... well, I'm tired of every conversation we have becoming a fight. It's exhausting, and frustrating, and it gets us nowhere.

Don't expect me to become your best friend, but I'll do my best to be a little nicer- and I don't mind making you dinner once in a while, if you don't mind tolerating my limited cooking abilities.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She... does not know what to say to that. The last thing she was expecting was an apology--maybe a "get out of my house". She shifts a bit, a little uncomfortably.]

... Maybe I'll spring for Indian food next time?

[Which is her way of saying "It's okay". Or something.]

[wizardcop]

Fair enough. And don't think you're getting out of helping with this. [ taps a finger on the paperwork on his desk ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah...

[She'll just be plopping down on the floor next to you, holding out a hand for... something.]

[wizardcop]

Try not to spill soup on it. [ hands over some of the papers ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

That would be a waste of perfectly good soup, and I am starving.

[That said, she'll take the papers, balance them on a random book and attack them between nomming the soup.]

[wizardcop]

[ Jake sets to work on whatever papers he has, then! o/

And Fedora pads in a little while later and curls up on whatever bit of floor he can find. ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[... she will totally reach over with a foot to try and give him ear scratches.]

[wizardcop]

[ scoots closer ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[More ear scratchies. With her toe. Somehow.]