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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[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?

[lazyinlove]

Yeah.

(You know, that used to be his dream come true. But like most things, it's better in theory than in practice. Whether Jules assumes that affirmation is about schedules and the lack thereof or a milkshake seems to be open to interpretation. There's a busty waitress in a low cut top coming from the bar area, and she seems to have Stanley's full attention at the moment.)

[affections]

( Excuse you, Stan. Jules quirks an eyebrow, then glances over her shoulder, beaming at the waitress and shooting Stan a knowing looking. )

Ah.

( And here she is, asking if they want anything to drink - Jules is opting for dangerous amount of coffee, for now, and shoots Stan an innocent look. )

Beverage, Mr. Lucerne?

[lazyinlove]

What? ...Yeah. Yeah, same thing.

(Whatever that is. It's kinda hard to care at the moment. Jules doesn't get so much as a glance until the waitress is out of sight again. Then, he reaches for the napkin and starts to fold it. If he doesn't look at her she can't give him a look, right?)