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*Oh that cheeky son of a bitch. She inhaled sharply and whirled around to slam the door in his face but he took off, she still slammed it anyway and the cabbie better not complain, he just got a fat tip. Even if she was out of the cramped space, it seems the jackassery will follow her all through this outing but she had to keep her cool, this was supposed to fun and friendly catching up.*
Jac, don’t be a harle—
*It hit her just now and she blankly stared at him. He was exhibiting the same kind of behavior that of the only person on her hit list and the rage started to boil up. ‘He’s not Luc. He’s not Luc. He’s different. Don’t explode.’ With a tired sigh, the fire within died down and she made her way into the bar. She’s going to need the strongest of spirits to forget that comparison.*
*Oh. Jac can tell he struck a nerve. I…guess I took it too far, huh. Jac stands there for a moment, the cab driving off, rubbing his arm a bit. Honest to goodness, pissing her off wasn’t his intention. It’s the blank stare that got to him the most… Realizing he’s standing outside by himself, Jac gets into gear, walking briskly into the place.
Seems Ceren has already found a rather snug table. And rather close to the door, too. No doubt she picked the first empty one as soon as she walked in. Jac joins the Sniper, sitting in the chair to her left, back towards the wall, facing the entire room. She even picked a great spot to view the entire bar…
He’s silent for a moment, getting himself situated before facing Ceren.* Ceren…
I apologize. I didn’t mean to make you legitimately angry. It was not my intention…
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Oh, yes! And That’s it’s very nice to know that; at least I do not feel as though I am intruding on you. *She hesitates for a moment before deciding on Darjeeling, scooping up some of the tea leaves up in a strainer and depositing it in her cup along with a few cubes of sugar.*
No, no. Not intruding at all. In all ‘onesty, if you were, I would not ‘ave invited you in. But, I can guarantee you 99% of the time, my door will be almost always open. *Jac scans the teas a moment long, before going with Earl Grey. Safe choice, really.
And in goes three cubes of sugar.* So. Tell me what you, Alice. Any ‘obbies?
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I’m bunking out in the medbay if you can get there, look I should be fine, I’m just a little dizzy that’s all.
/He shrugs the arm off his shoulders and pulls himself up vaguely straight./
You can crash on one of the beds if you want.
*Oh. Seems the other Spy doesn’t need quite that much assistance.
Pride a little wounded, Jac shrugs self-consciously, running a hand through his hair.* I’ll…make sure you get to zhe med-bay at least. Get a Medic to take a look at you or something.
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Late Night Company @jacquesnaif
And as it always happened, as soon as the medic closed his eyes, they were wide open again.
Blinking to full attention, trying to figure out his surroundings he heard the gentle sound of water drops, looking to his left to spot the fusion pump. Then he noticed Jac who seemed to still be sleeping, along with the pup. Rubbing his tired eyes and yawning he looked at his hand watch. 3 hours on the clock, as always.. With a heavy sigh he shook his head - sleep was never an option it seems… But he didn’t complain. At least his short sleep was free of nightmares and that much was more than enough consolation to him.
Once again, the Medic removed the little piece of cloth from Jac’s head glad to finally feel for his Fever gone, and his skin color was much better than he remembered. So at least he was on his way to recovery.
Yawning and stretching he went straight for the stove, making some coffee was a must, or he’ll fall asleep - or rather… not fall asleep and not function at all.
*The pup awakens at Friedrich’s movement, but makes no move herself. This was his home after all, and no hers to explore. Besides, she’s comfortable enough where she is and sees no need to leave Jac’s side.
The smell of coffee eventually waifs into the Medbay area, the familiar scent both entering human and canine nostrils. It’s a smell the dog dislikes, but can’t exactly voice that opinion.
Jac however, is rather fond of the smell. So much so that it arouses him from his peaceful sleep. His eyes flicker open, the feel of the damp cloth lingering on his forehead. If one things for certain, Jac at least felt better. A good night’s sleep, with a bit of fluid in him is doing his health some good. By no means is he at 100%, but it’s definitely an improvement over what his health was when he came in.
The Spy sits up, calling out softly.* Friedrich…?
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*She tilts her head to one side, brow furrowing slightly.* Well, yes, I’d say it is. I see good in you, and I shouldn’t like to see a perfectly agreeable fellow spend so much of his time on his own, especially if he is in want of company!
*Almost snorts at the “see good in you” part. Yeah, sure. Now he’s a kind soul. But I don’t think Alice here would’ve gotten that vibe a decade ago. You’re looking at a changed man. For the most part.*
Well, I shall not complain again about your company, madame. I do not object to to it. Besides, always nice to make new friends, yeah? *As he speaks, he carries the teapot over, pouring the hot water into both of their cups, eyeing the selection of tea before them.*
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soon…
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~Oh man… I’ve melt~
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(I go to bed early and then everyone’s active *Sobs*))
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burkhard-reininger replied to your photo
Oh look.. a tie.. zhe perfect zhing zhat I vill use to strangle you. But at least you vill die fashionably ja?
*Squints*
((If you can somehow manage to get over here, I’ll let you strangle me :| ))
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