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 Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 5:16 pm
xxkuroopu Text to Actual 5 Year Old Ian:Are you done sulking yet?
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 7:55 pm
medigel Text to Jack Hawthorn:depends. you done being a jackass?
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 8:03 pm
kuroopu Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:I'm Jack ******** Hawthorn remember. So no. Quote: Text to Actual Five Year Old Ian:I'm not doing this over texts. You have a problem with me then come over to my room and say it to my face.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 8:33 pm
Approximately five minutes later there was a knock on Jack's door, and if knocks could have sounded sulky and resentful, then this knock most certainly did, although there was a bit of annoyance as well.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 8:35 pm
Jack opened the door with every expectation that a punch would come flying at him immediately afterwards. Not that he'd stop it if there was.
"So."
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 11:03 pm
Ian had debated punching Jack, figured that would be counterproductive, decided against it, changed his mind, almost punched Jack, and then changed his mind yet again and settled for just standing in Jack's doorway, looking somewhat mulish, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark, slightly torn jeans. Naomi's earrings dangled from his ears, tiny flashes of gold and scarlet.
"So," said Ian petulantly, and then grumbled, "You gonna let me in, or do we have to do this standing in the hallway?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 11:44 pm
Huh, no punch. Maybe Ian would be classy about it and wait until nobody could be a witness.
Jack would've told him no on principle, but Ian had already been inside, and it wasn't too much of a mess at the moment. Grunting, Jack opened the door and let him in. His room looked the same as is normally did, though there were a few new books on his shelf, his desk no longer looked barren, and he still had a half unpacked bag from his mission by his bed.
Turning away, he made his way to the mini-fridge by the closet, crouched, and opened the door. "Beer?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 12:09 pm
Ian stepped into Jack's room, trying very hard not to be awkward about it. He waffled for a moment about whether to kick Jack in the behind as he crouched down, but thought better of it, because that would have been rude, and then nothing would have ever gotten resolved between them.
"Yeah, sure," he said, casting a wary glance around the room. "You, uh...doing okay?"
Real smooth, Ian, real smooth.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 12:36 pm
Closer inspection of the desk would reveal that the notepads Ian had left him had been arranged according to color and stacked on one another off to the side. The I <3 CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW mug was by his bed with a coffee stain inside. A handsome looking coffee maker was plugged in next to it. "Can't complain," Jack said as he got up and nudged the mini fridge closed with his foot. He offered Ian a can, clearly not feeling as awkward about this as the Moon was. "You?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 2:00 pm
If he noticed all of the little things Jack had done, Ian said nothing, merely accepted the can of beer and popped it open with a slight grimace. He tilted back the can and took a swallow, the silence stretching awkwardly between them (at least, on Ian's side).
"Look, I'm sorry," he blurted out, which he had't meant to do, and then he was annoyed at himself, because he'd meant for Jack to be the one to apologize, not him. "I shouldn't have let that Chelsea chick and Finn screw me over like that, it was a stupid mistake, and I'm sorry."
He lifted a hand, ran it through his hair, looking simultaneously resigned and frustrated.
"I didn't mean to, you know..." Ian mumbled. "...mess up any of your privacy and s**t."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 4:03 pm
Jack took a gulp of beer and considered him for a few moments. He'd honestly prepared for a fight and still was bracing for one—after all, that pretty much was familiar territory. Moreso than apologizing. The fact that Ian sounded genuine about it gave him pause. "To be fair," he said, "giving the village idiot the key to a palace was my mistake to begin with. Apology accepted." He took another sip. "I always say the wrong s**t over texts," Jack admitted. "I can't tell if people are joking normally, let alone when I can't hear them. So yeah, maybe I was harsher than I needed to be. But there's things here I didn't want people seeing. Things I left on purpose just to see if you'd mess up. That was my other mistake."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 4:55 pm
Ian flinched, his face coloring.
"I'm not the village idiot," he said, the barb hurting him more than he'd thought it would. "And this place is hardly a palace, unless you count the King Asshat who lives here."
There was a pause, and Ian's mulish expression softened slightly. "Everyone has s**t they don't want people seeing," he muttered. "That doesn't mean you have to jerk me around. There seriously wasn't an ulterior motive to me asking to take care of your room while you were gone. I owe you for getting me back with Shiloh, and yeah, okay, maybe I can't repay that, but it's not like I can't still do nice s**t for you when I can."
A brief silence, and then he added, quietly, "Try to do nice s**t for you, I guess is a better phrase. But seriously, man, you've gotta stop assuming that everyone's got some secret agenda they're hiding just because they're actually nice to you."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 9:07 pm
Normally he would have scoffed, because there was always something. It didn't have to be an immediate return, but it would always hang there until it was revealed: some form of payment for services rendered. He didn't believe a person could make a conscious choice without a motive, however small.
But then there were people like Chel and Ian who were starting to poke holes in his theory. The jury was still out on them, though.
He squinted at Ian, quietly accusing him of being an annoyance yet again without even trying. Or rather, because he was trying and making Jack's simple world just a little more complex.
"Fine. But you need to get tougher skin, Rahal-Nazari," he replied briskly. "Figured you'd already have that if you were hanging around people like me and Finn, but that's your friendly heads-up." He continued to study Ian, though, conflicted. His posture stiffened in unconscious self-defense.
"Want one last test of friendship?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 9:15 pm
"Maybe I do," Ian grumbled reluctantly, because in spite of all of his efforts, all of his careful handling of his emotions, the fact that he was easily offended and easily hurt still needed to be fixed. Shiloh, with his optimism and patience and love was most certainly helping with that, though it was a slow-going process.
Maybe it was just because Ian was trying, for the first time, to actually have deeper friendships with people than the shallow ones he'd had for most of his life. He hadn't ever intended to get close to anyone at all on Deus, and that plan had certainly gone to the dogs from the moment he'd gotten on the island.
His expression was mildly suspicious as Ian lifted his head to look at Jack, half pleased by his use of the f-word and half wondering if it was yet another ploy to manipulate him.
"Yeah, okay," said Ian warily. "What is it?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 11:49 pm
He nodded to himself and before he could stop himself, Jack beckoned Ian to follow him to the closet. Visibly wary, he crouched and dug around for a moment, eventually producing an unmarked box from somewhere deep within.
Inside was a pair of recently cleaned heels.
"Do you know what these are?" he asked Ian.
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