/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]

[ Like hell. He's flinging that door open and you have a gun pointed at you for a second or two ]

Jesus Christ-! Kara, for the love of God, what are you doing in my pantry?!

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[There's a beat.

She holds up one of the cans, and deadpans:]

I wanted peas.

[wizardcop]

[ He just. Facepalms. ] Get out of there.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Nice robe, by the way. Getting ready to read Masterpiece Theatre?

[Hauls herself out like absolutely nothing happened--thank you SO MUCH for the hand.]

[wizardcop]

[ You just get a look. And then the wolf gets a look ] Thanks for the warning. Fat lot of good you are. [ maybe the accent makes itself more apparent when he's not on the job. ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Oh don't blame the puppy. He was a perfectly good guard dog. If... you're afraid of adorable.

[Picking dry pasta off her pants.] Nice voice, Nigel.

[wizardcop]

[ Will studiously ignore that. All of it. ] Is there any particular reason why you've invited yourself into my home?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Deadpan. Again.]

I was hoping to catch your fine, scrawny ass in the shower.

[wizardcop]

[ lhjfhgfs facepalming again to cover up the fact that he might have... turned a little red ] Why me?

... Look, since you're here, I had something I wanted to ask your opinion on anyway. Just... give me a moment to get dressed.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She snorts. It's totally ladylike, shut up.]

Hurry up before you blind someone.

[wizardcop]

Ha ha. Just don't break anything. [ he heads back from whence he came to go find clothes. ]

[ As for the apartment, there's the obvious- newspaper on the table, a few bills. And then, oddly, framed photgraphs. An old house on rolling green hills. A smiling elderly couple with a smiling Jacob in front of the same house. A photo of a grinning woman- Jacob's mother, they have the same eyes- playfully mussing a teenaged Jacob's hair. A few more photos of the same nature are scattered around.

Perhaps he never has time for friends, but family is obviously very, very important. His father, however, is conspicuously absent. ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She sticks her tongue out at his retreating back, but then proceeds to rifle through his belongings.

Bills are interesting. Newspaper's boring. The photos... curious. She never pegged him for a sentimental guy. House is nice. Not in the city. Maybe Dad's dead... maybe he's a bastard.

Cool.

She then flops on the couch, propping her feet up daintily on an arm, to wait.]

[wizardcop]

[ HEY HEY KARA. SOMEONE WANTS MORE PETTINGS ]

[ And Jake emerges a few moments later on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt- casual clothes, he owns them! He also has a box tucked under one arm ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[You can totally have more pettings, puppy. And Jacob? You're being ignored. Completely. Because this dog is love. :3]

[wizardcop]

If you're quite finished.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Nope. But start talking anyway.

[Who's a good boy! Yes you are! Yes you are!]

[wizardcop]

I sort of need your attention for this. [ he quirks a brow, and Fedora seems to take the hint and backs off ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[So put out.]

Fine. What is it?

[wizardcop]

[ He fishes a few papers out of the box- they look like they were torn out of a very old book- and hands them over ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She'll study them for a moment before quirking an eyebrow.]

That's... nice? What is it?

[wizardcop]

I was hoping you could tell me. I found them with, well- [ motions to Fedora, who's settled down on the floor ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

It... could be Celtic. Ye Olde English... Maybe? I don't know, why don't you go ask someone who--I don't know--knows old books?

[wizardcop]

If I knew who to go to, I would. To be fair, you've probably got more connections in this area than I do.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... There's a Russian with an occult shop, but you really don't want to go talk to him.

[wizardcop]

... Then who do I want to talk to?