Who:
mademyhell and
hexyoutotuesday When: Backdated to Wednesday.
Where: Outside the JTC apartment building, then the apartment.
Summary: Someone's overworked, and someone else is a motherhen even if he's never going to admit it.
Warnings: Language. It's these two. And I feel like I should always warn for emo even if it's probably not a very angsty log cause...LOOK AT HIM.
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But my heart's in the right place. And this I know. )
...either that or the boys had been carrying her there every night. She liked to think she had enough will power to drag herself into her bedroom before falling asleep on the kitchen table again. There was a faint memory or two of singing Queen while in Trauma's arms, but that could very well be a recurring dream she just had not come to terms with yet.
"What?" Jinx blinked a few times, trying to figure out what he said. "Oh! Yeah... sure. Whatever. I'm just home to the Chinese." And then she took her left hand, still bandaged, out of her pocket and pointed in what she thought was the general direction of home and her favorite Chinese place. Actually, she was pointing toward a large man with a small dog walking down the street. She may have noticed that if she had been looking.
"Have fun with the paper airplanes, Terrace," she told her patio of a roommate before she pulled away from him.
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And not just because he was pretty sure she was likely to walk into traffic because she blinked too long.
That would go bad for the traffic.
He glared at her...Then in the direction of work. Well. Fuck. He couldn't exactly leave her like this, he wasn't that much of an asshole even on his worst days.
He sighed like he was the most put upon person in the universe (which, at the moment, he kind of thought he might be) and he began to direct her back towards the apartment.
"Come on, we can talk Chinese politics back at the apartment. If we call and offer them Tibet they might give us food."
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Purely confident that she could make it home on her own, the ex villain was going to let him on his merry way and go on hers. It surprised her when he started walking her home. Surprise meaning she blinked a few times then went along with it. Right now, her reactions were duller than mashed peas.
"Enslave Tibet, get a years supply of stale fortune cookies. I'm in it for the irony."
It was so sad that was the first put-together thought that had come out of Jinx's mouth for four hours. She followed it up by putting both arms tiredly around Trauma and stumbling along beside him. It was awkward and a very ineffective way of motion, but she was determined to make it work. "We need a car."
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"Just the irony? Thought you were hungry." Trauma shrugged as best he could with a pink thing attached, she really was heavier than he expected her to be half of the time, like trying to pick up a kid. Always light until they went dead weight on you. "Guess I get your share."
After a moment or two of stumbling along and getting nowhere, fast, Trauma gave up and stopped.
"Okay, 'nough of this. Not doing the zombie act. Not going to go well." He turned his back to her and rolled his eyes, even though she couldn't see he assumed someone on the planet (even if it was just he himself) needed to know that he did this because it was the only option, not because he wanted to be the designated person for carrying teenage super villains. Encouraging this would probably mean she'd just tackle him into doing it again later just to spite him...But he wasn't a total jackass and could tell she was going to fall on her damn face before they got through the front door of their building.
And, come on. She was his friend. Occasionally annoying or not, he actually liked the fucking brat.
"Come on. One time deal."
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