Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss

[affections]

Date & Time: various.
Location: various.
Characters: Jules & whatever poor soul she inflicts herself on. Lisbeth, Stanley, Pepper, Vanadi & Jim, more to be added through the next couple of weeks.
Summary: EVERYTHING and just trying to avoid spamming the log comm tbh
Warnings: Jules. Morning after glow, possible discussion of people eating and death. (Not... in the same thread. I hope...)
Note: Prose or action are totally cool with me, answer with whatever you prefer noble threaders. Thread starters will be added in the comments.

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[affections]

Only geographically speaking. We are thankfully removed by the channel and cultural superiority.

( Her grin is very much teasing. ) My father's a bit of a snob, you know? He'd always remind us the way things are supposed to be. ( Not that he'd ever really been an example of that ever.

Taking a moment to double check she has a key, she pulls the door shut and locks it before starting to lead the way down the hall. )

How are you settling in?

[lazyinlove]

Besides the bombs? Okay.

(He shrugs, but his eyes flicker away towards the wall. Honestly, it could be worse. It's just that saying its going well would be a pretty enormous lie. He hasn't found anyone to hang out with. His liver is starting to hurt. And his mom never reminds him to do his laundry or makes him grilled cheese when he puppy eyes at her. Not to mention, every time he hears a whistling or humming sound he gets a sense of impending doom, now that he's lived through a bomb raid. Honestly, things pretty much suck all around. But Jules is a cheerful lady, funny and kind as far as he can tell. He's not about to dump the complaint bucket over her head.

He does give the key a look, though. Oh. Right. The door locks...maybe he should see if he can get a copy from someone. Avoid getting locked out one day.)

...My Dad's a tool too. Don't sweat it.

[affections]

That's excellent. Good achievement, I feel. I mean, bombs are hardly the norm, I think being to assess yourself around them is a mark of considerable strength of character.

( Jules Grumley, never letting anyone else get a word in edgewise. Her empathy, even if she's not using it now, even if she hasn't told him about it, has allowed her to learn that over the years, things can be rather more complicated than they seem. )

If you ever do need to talk, though, I'm always around. Even if I'm buying far too many donuts, I'm around. I mean, what better for difficult conversations than donuts?

( A tiny grin at the admission. ) Fathers can be rather complicated, can't they?

Sorry, been a little off. But the sleep helped so let's do this!

[lazyinlove]

Hope so.

(That bombs aren't the norm, that is. But maybe the other thing, too. No one's ever accused him of having a strong character before. It feels kind of nice.

Stanley follows beside Jules, keeping perfect pace. He's a natural at following, apparently. Or maybe he's just very used to it.)

I could probably help you with your doughnut problem...long as we agree not to talk about parents.

that is totally okay! WE CAN DO THE THING

[affections]

I think we may have struck on the most acceptable of arrangement.

( Abruptly, she stops, turns towards him very gravely. ) Should we shake on it?

( She is totally offering her hand, though for all that effort at being serious, something of a smile is still playing over her lips. )

awesome!

[lazyinlove]

[The playful attitude is catching. Stanley shakes on it, and ducks to hide a smile of his own. He may not do a lot of smiling, but when does it's shy and sincere. His usual snark fades away for a moment every time.]

Why doughnuts?

[affections]

Because, good sir, they are delicious. Hot and sugary and sometimes even with jam? Who wouldn't adore donuts? Judgemental, terrible people, that is who.

( She's so good at talking, moving again as she re-claims Stan's arm, putting up the umbrella as they step outside. )

Donuts are, in my humble estimation, the very best guide of character one could hope to stumble upon.

[lazyinlove]

What about diabetics?

(He holds his free hand out to feel the rain. It's always that same strange drizzle, isn't it? Weird.)

[affections]

Oh, please. Diabetics aren't real people.

( The sidelong glance she throws his way and the ridiculous smile shows how very very much she's joking, huffing a little. )

That just means more for me, I suppose, which makes them wonderful wonderful people.

[lazyinlove]

This day better not end in a sing-along.

(In spite of his objection, Stan seems to be waking up now. He yawns and stretches a bit, until something pops in his shoulder. But he returns the smile with a closed mouth upward twitch of the lips that's the band of school picture day photographers everywhere. As much as they don't like to accept it, it counts as a smile. He's positive.)

[affections]

No, no no. Singing is definitely not something I could ever be considered good at, if there were a singalong our current anarchic society would become many times more volatile.

( seriously though.

Oh, and bone crackling. She makes a face, before crackling her knuckles, and shooting Stan a glance. Can he top the knuckle crunch?

Must everything become a stupid game?

yes )

*bane thanks anyway autocorrect

[lazyinlove]

(Sadly Stan does t have a competitive bone in his body, and he easily lets the challenge slide. Though he does do a funny little hop skip to try and get her to smile again. She has a nice smile.)

I can. A little.

oh autocorrect, the eternal source of pain and suffering

[affections]

You can? Really?

( The hop skip is a good step! She grins, very pleased, before steering him around a corner. )

Critical question. Do you want a savoury dinner or a sweet dinner?

the actual worst.

[lazyinlove]

(He doesn't have any additional comments on his almost vocal range, so instead he answers the relevant question. The one about food.)

Let's get real food. Dessert after if you want.

certified by everything ever.

[affections]

Okay. I know just the place. Pizza, pasta, some burgers. Lots of saucy things.

( Yeah, she totally made that sound like innuendo, but she obviously knows which way she's going, and in the next moment she's pointing to a sign up ahead. ) Look good?

true fax

[lazyinlove]

(Stan shrugs in response to that, enthusiastic and helpful as ever. But he reaches to get the door for her anyway.)

How'd you break a toaster? There's only one button.

[affections]

Well.

( A grave look. Dramatic. Very dramatic. )

I'm actually monstrously strong and forget the sheer intensity of my power.

( ha ha ha isn't that a funny joke )

[lazyinlove]

(He's already met an angel who keeps knives around in hidden compartments. The idea of Jules hulking out doesn't seem as absurd as it should. He just shrugs and follows her inside.)

There goes breakfast from now on.

[affections]

Oh, please. There's no need to be so dramatic.

( And what do you know, here is the door and she is holding it open for Stanley - what was that about not needing to be dramatic, Jules? )

We just need to beg our liege lord, Sir Jesse of House Pinkman, to make pancakes for us. Oh, and bacon.

[lazyinlove]

Not like I eat breakfast anyway. (Stanley shrugs, though frankly toast is about all he's confident he knows how to make. Maybe it's time to change that. Though he's surprised by the other comment.) Wait, Jesse cooks?

[affections]

You really should, it's delicious.

( A good question, and she nods to a booth, eyebrows raised to see if that's where Stan wants to sit. )

I have no idea. He will if he knows what's good for him.

[lazyinlove]

(Stan isn't looking for the gesture. He's not the guy who decides where the group sits when they go out. He just hovers there awkwardly beside Jules and glances around.

He also doesn't respond to the statement that follows. Maybe Jules can make Jesse cook for her. That's cool. But he's definitely not going to be the one to ask. Maybe there's take away somewhere. Just until he gets the hang of it.)

I never wake up in time.

[affections]

( Right, then. She will just curl her fingers around his wrist and tug him in that direction. )

The magic of breakfast is that it's whenever time you wake up.

( And she's going to flop into the booth and pick up a menu. ) Ooh. So many things.

[lazyinlove]

(Luckily, he follows very well. Stanly slides I'm obediently across from Jules and glances at the menu too.)

Not if you're late for the bus.

[affections]

Oh, the glories of a post-apocalyptic world. Nary a schedule to be kept.

( So light hearted! But seriously, her world is a clusterfuck. ) Milkshakes are perfect for dinner, correct?