/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]

[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.

[wizardcop]

I'm not about to make pie. [ he wanders over to the fridge and pokes around inside for a minute or two ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... What about pizza? With everything?

[She rolls over on the couch, propping herself up on the arm to watch him wander.]

[wizardcop]

[ shoots her a glance ] Sorry to dash your hopes, but I can't just whip up anything that comes to mind.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Awww, what? Did you leave your magic Iron Chef powers in your other fedora?

[wizardcop]

I'm not even going to dignify that with a response. [ after a moment, he begins pulling things out of the fridge and setting them on the counter- potatoes, carrots, this, that and the other ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[Intrigued, she's going to drift over to watch this process.]

You just did.

[wizardcop]

Now you're splitting hairs. [ rummaging through drawers now! ]

And don't you have something you should be doing aside from watching me cook?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

You didn't say when I had to do it.

[wizardcop]

This is going to take a little while, so you might as well get it done. [ he snatches up said papers and tosses them onto the table ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She just... sort of watches them flutter over to the table.]

Uh huh. How long, you think?

[wizardcop]

Oh, I don't know. How long do you think it'll take you to do that paperwork?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

... I hate you.

[wizardcop]

Is that really a wise thing to say to the man who's making your dinner?

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Since I can turn your apartment into the set of Backdraft? Yep.

[wizardcop]

... You know, you can only threaten me with the prospect of setting me or my belongings on fire so many times.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

No, I can threaten you all I want.

[wizardcop]

Then you can expect me to stop reacting. [ doo doo doo, idly chopping veggies ]

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

[She stares at him for a moment, before wiggling her fingers into his field of vision.

... While her fingers are on fire.]

[wizardcop]

... I have a knife, Kara.

[salamandher.livejournal.com]

Yup. I see it. It's a big one too.