[RP Post: Echolls House (after coffee and the clinic)]
Krycek followed Jake inside, feeling much put-upon and generally as though he'd lived through an afternoon in a quirky tv sitcom. The house was fairly quiet, thankfully, but it was also empty. Empty meant he was alone with girl!Jake. Somehow that didn't seem like the best idea ever.
Sighing deeply, he pulled his bag off his shoulder, watching Jake walk down the hall. "I brought the rest of the alcohol, by the way. Where should I put it?"
"Either give it to me or put it in the livingroom by the playstation, Logan'll be sure to find it then." Jake waved a hand vaguely in the right direction. "Actually, I think getting drunk is exactly what I need, now that I think about it. Coffee didn't help, maybe alcohol will."
"I don't think so," he said with a sideways look at Jake. "Alcohol's probably the last thing you need." Krycek walked into the living room to drop of the bottles he'd carried back from Jake's home, making sure they'd be noticed whenever Logan got back.
Jake huffed and continued to her room. Kicking aside his bio book, she stood in the middle of the room, hands on her hips and lower lip stuck out in a pout. She was waiting for Krycek to come, so she could tell him again what a fantastic sucky day this had been.
Not sucky in a good way, either...and wasn't that a horrifying thought all on it's own.
The pout was replaced by a blank, wide eyed stare.
"Oh, hell no!"
From the living room, Krycek made his way to Jake's room - though the last couple of steps were taken a little more quickly as he heard the girlish voice raised in an indignant shout. "What?" He stopped at the open door, leaning in as though actually entering the room was taking a step he wasn't quite ready for.
"I am not having sex as a girl," Jake announced. She was taking a stand and she was taking it now. "Because that's just...Not on. At all."
Krycek was silent for a long moment, collecting his thoughts which had successfully been scattered by that proclamation. When gathered, he asked with a hint of confusion, "Why is this an issue?"
Not that he particularly blamed Jake. He probably wouldn't either. Probably.
"I was thinking about how sucky this day's been and then sucking in general," Jake explained. She sighed. "Never mind. Come in, sit down, I want to whine at someone." Realising that this wasn't the most enticing proposition Krycek had ever got, She added: "I'll order pizza, or something."
Krycek sighed and walked into the room fully, giving Jake a look. "So a normal day with pizza. I'll bite." He claimed the computer chair before he was tempted by the bed, sitting down with a blank expression, prepared to listen.
"I don't always whine," Jake protested. "Okay, I do, a lot, but this time I have an actual reason! Besides being coffee deprived which is serious, damnit." She started pacing the room, tripped over her own shoes and crashed onto the floor. "Ow, fucking hell!"
Krycek gripped the arms of the computer chair, already half out of his seat before he realized what he was doing and sat back down, making a face at himself for being so reactionary. And concerned! Jake had turned into a girl, not into glass - and besides that, Jake was still quite capable of taking care of himself. Really. "...You okay? Nothing broken?"
Glaring at him from where she was lying on the floor, she snapped back, "Did the bit about still being able to heal somehow not penetrate your tiny little mind--" she cut off and banged her head firmly onto the floor, closing her eyes. "Please don't go?"
The silence drew out into nearly a minute with Krycek watching Jake lie on the floor in a heap. He finally drew a deep, slow breath, trying to look at this philosophically rather than taking offense. "Even if it heals, doesn't it hurt?"
Ohthankgodhe'sstaying, flew through Jake's head as she opened her eyes again. "It does. But not as much as it does for other people, I think."
Krycek quirked a faint smile, voice soft. "Since you didn't scream yourself bloody when your hand got bitten off, I kind of figured."
Jake smiled back, relieved. She sat up a little and leaned back on her elbows. "I would have screamed if I hadn't got it back. I hate losing mass. I may have mentioned that before."
Nodding, Krycek fixed his eyes somewhere up at ceiling level, Jake's current posture making his newly displaced mass somewhat more noticeable. "Yeah, two inches, wasn't it?"
"Yup." Jake looked down, then sighed and sat up properly. "Stupid clothes. D'you have any--" She broke off, giving Krycek a narrow look. "No, probably not."
Krycek darted a look at Jake, then, determining it was safe, he gave Jake his full attention once again. "Clothes? No. Maybe we could ask... Medusa? She said she could loan you something."
"Snake-hair?" Jake considered it. Black, black, more black -- hey, like Krycek. "Um, no. I don't think miniKrycek is a look I can pull off. 'course, it's possible she has other clothes too, I guess."
Krycek scowled briefly. "I remembered her offering. If Phoebe were around, I might have suggested her." He leaned back in the computer chair, looking grumpy in the extreme. "You said something about pizza." As though it would perhaps make up for the accusation of trying to make Jake into a tiny, adorable version of himself.
"Oh, right, I did." Jake looked around for her phone, finally locating it under the computer desk. She crawled over to it, too lazy to get up and walk. Picking it up, she tried to remember the number. "What do you want on it?"
Krycek watched her crawl forward with a particularly blank expression, as if he were inwardly concentrating on something. His eyes widened slightly as Jake ducked under the desk right in front of/beside him, but when he emerged with the phone, Krycek finally managed to shake himself out of it.
Sitting up suddenly, and pushing the chair back a foot or two, he cleared his throat. "No peppers."
"Got'cha. Do you have any moral objections to pepperoni and pineapple?" Jake asked, looking up at him quizzically.
"None whatsoever," he replied blandly, pushing back another half a foot. Jake on the ground at his feet was a lot more alluring than he wanted it to be.
"Good." Jake smiled briefly, before dialing the number and placing the order. "Yeah, a large peperoni and pineapple pizza. Uh-huh. Yup. The Echoll's place. Yeah, okay. They say fifthteen minutes," she reported to Krycek as she hung up. "What do you want to do until then?"
Shrugging, Krycek pushed back another six inches, bumping the edge of a bookcase with a thump. "Um. Don't know. Your house, isn't it?"
Jake raised her eyebrows as she realised that Krycek was backing further and further away from her. Almost like when she'd first shown him she could change. She tilted her head, ignoring Krycek's comment. "Look, are you afraid I'm going to bite or something? Because I swear, I'm harmless." Jake sat back on her ass and held her arms wide open, demonstrating the harmlessness.
"You're a girl," Krycek said accusingly, then grimaced. "I mean, you currently look like a girl and you need a bra." There, he'd said it. And if Jake either threw him out or continued as he was, maybe he'd have basic brain function back in a day or so if he concentrated hard enough, instead of feeling like it had sunk to the level of his (still missing) belt and continued south for the winter.
Sighing deeply, he pulled his bag off his shoulder, watching Jake walk down the hall. "I brought the rest of the alcohol, by the way. Where should I put it?"
"Either give it to me or put it in the livingroom by the playstation, Logan'll be sure to find it then." Jake waved a hand vaguely in the right direction. "Actually, I think getting drunk is exactly what I need, now that I think about it. Coffee didn't help, maybe alcohol will."
"I don't think so," he said with a sideways look at Jake. "Alcohol's probably the last thing you need." Krycek walked into the living room to drop of the bottles he'd carried back from Jake's home, making sure they'd be noticed whenever Logan got back.
Jake huffed and continued to her room. Kicking aside his bio book, she stood in the middle of the room, hands on her hips and lower lip stuck out in a pout. She was waiting for Krycek to come, so she could tell him again what a fantastic sucky day this had been.
Not sucky in a good way, either...and wasn't that a horrifying thought all on it's own.
The pout was replaced by a blank, wide eyed stare.
"Oh, hell no!"
From the living room, Krycek made his way to Jake's room - though the last couple of steps were taken a little more quickly as he heard the girlish voice raised in an indignant shout. "What?" He stopped at the open door, leaning in as though actually entering the room was taking a step he wasn't quite ready for.
"I am not having sex as a girl," Jake announced. She was taking a stand and she was taking it now. "Because that's just...Not on. At all."
Krycek was silent for a long moment, collecting his thoughts which had successfully been scattered by that proclamation. When gathered, he asked with a hint of confusion, "Why is this an issue?"
Not that he particularly blamed Jake. He probably wouldn't either. Probably.
"I was thinking about how sucky this day's been and then sucking in general," Jake explained. She sighed. "Never mind. Come in, sit down, I want to whine at someone." Realising that this wasn't the most enticing proposition Krycek had ever got, She added: "I'll order pizza, or something."
Krycek sighed and walked into the room fully, giving Jake a look. "So a normal day with pizza. I'll bite." He claimed the computer chair before he was tempted by the bed, sitting down with a blank expression, prepared to listen.
"I don't always whine," Jake protested. "Okay, I do, a lot, but this time I have an actual reason! Besides being coffee deprived which is serious, damnit." She started pacing the room, tripped over her own shoes and crashed onto the floor. "Ow, fucking hell!"
Krycek gripped the arms of the computer chair, already half out of his seat before he realized what he was doing and sat back down, making a face at himself for being so reactionary. And concerned! Jake had turned into a girl, not into glass - and besides that, Jake was still quite capable of taking care of himself. Really. "...You okay? Nothing broken?"
Glaring at him from where she was lying on the floor, she snapped back, "Did the bit about still being able to heal somehow not penetrate your tiny little mind--" she cut off and banged her head firmly onto the floor, closing her eyes. "Please don't go?"
The silence drew out into nearly a minute with Krycek watching Jake lie on the floor in a heap. He finally drew a deep, slow breath, trying to look at this philosophically rather than taking offense. "Even if it heals, doesn't it hurt?"
Ohthankgodhe'sstaying, flew through Jake's head as she opened her eyes again. "It does. But not as much as it does for other people, I think."
Krycek quirked a faint smile, voice soft. "Since you didn't scream yourself bloody when your hand got bitten off, I kind of figured."
Jake smiled back, relieved. She sat up a little and leaned back on her elbows. "I would have screamed if I hadn't got it back. I hate losing mass. I may have mentioned that before."
Nodding, Krycek fixed his eyes somewhere up at ceiling level, Jake's current posture making his newly displaced mass somewhat more noticeable. "Yeah, two inches, wasn't it?"
"Yup." Jake looked down, then sighed and sat up properly. "Stupid clothes. D'you have any--" She broke off, giving Krycek a narrow look. "No, probably not."
Krycek darted a look at Jake, then, determining it was safe, he gave Jake his full attention once again. "Clothes? No. Maybe we could ask... Medusa? She said she could loan you something."
"Snake-hair?" Jake considered it. Black, black, more black -- hey, like Krycek. "Um, no. I don't think miniKrycek is a look I can pull off. 'course, it's possible she has other clothes too, I guess."
Krycek scowled briefly. "I remembered her offering. If Phoebe were around, I might have suggested her." He leaned back in the computer chair, looking grumpy in the extreme. "You said something about pizza." As though it would perhaps make up for the accusation of trying to make Jake into a tiny, adorable version of himself.
"Oh, right, I did." Jake looked around for her phone, finally locating it under the computer desk. She crawled over to it, too lazy to get up and walk. Picking it up, she tried to remember the number. "What do you want on it?"
Krycek watched her crawl forward with a particularly blank expression, as if he were inwardly concentrating on something. His eyes widened slightly as Jake ducked under the desk right in front of/beside him, but when he emerged with the phone, Krycek finally managed to shake himself out of it.
Sitting up suddenly, and pushing the chair back a foot or two, he cleared his throat. "No peppers."
"Got'cha. Do you have any moral objections to pepperoni and pineapple?" Jake asked, looking up at him quizzically.
"None whatsoever," he replied blandly, pushing back another half a foot. Jake on the ground at his feet was a lot more alluring than he wanted it to be.
"Good." Jake smiled briefly, before dialing the number and placing the order. "Yeah, a large peperoni and pineapple pizza. Uh-huh. Yup. The Echoll's place. Yeah, okay. They say fifthteen minutes," she reported to Krycek as she hung up. "What do you want to do until then?"
Shrugging, Krycek pushed back another six inches, bumping the edge of a bookcase with a thump. "Um. Don't know. Your house, isn't it?"
Jake raised her eyebrows as she realised that Krycek was backing further and further away from her. Almost like when she'd first shown him she could change. She tilted her head, ignoring Krycek's comment. "Look, are you afraid I'm going to bite or something? Because I swear, I'm harmless." Jake sat back on her ass and held her arms wide open, demonstrating the harmlessness.
"You're a girl," Krycek said accusingly, then grimaced. "I mean, you currently look like a girl and you need a bra." There, he'd said it. And if Jake either threw him out or continued as he was, maybe he'd have basic brain function back in a day or so if he concentrated hard enough, instead of feeling like it had sunk to the level of his (still missing) belt and continued south for the winter.