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[deeplyunnormal]

WHO: Jill[deeplyunnormal] and Tommy [quicktothepoint]
WHERE: Outside of a grocery store I don't even.
WHEN: Wednesday, May 5th sometimes.
WARNINGS: Jill + boy = trainwreck always
SUMMARY: Jill and Jack are low on food, so they go out to get some. Jill falls down, looks like a clown - and Tommy appears soon after. (I should really stop trying to rewrite that rhyme. non-artsy

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[quicktothepoint]

Tommy was spending a day out in the street--forced to perform chores that everyone in the house was too busy to do themselves. Let it be known that just because he had nothing to do all day shouldn't mean he had to do everything.

... Or something like that.

He was actually being patient enough to walk around at the same pace as everyone else, hands dug into his pants pockets, fingers curling, uncurling and drumming impatiently on his cellphone.

Tommy was considerably absent-minded when he crossed one last street before the grocery store--enough to be cut off by a cyclist in a hurry and barely manage to avoid him. Tommy yelled a (less than graceful) thing or two at the guy before getting back on track.

Man, he hated cyclists.

[deeplyunnormal]

It's still deeply rude, even if I'm the only one who can hear you!
Lighten up, Jill! Guys do it all the time.

Having not quite mastered the art of having a conversation with Jack while walking, Jill was more concerned with getting him to behave himself than not colliding with other people. Which was how Jill, the sensible and never-grounded, straight-A girl, managed to do something as stupid as crash into another person.

While Jack was busy laughing his ass off, Jill was surveying the damage all around her. It was kind of like the J-bar incident all over again.

"Oh mal of all mals . . . I'm so sorry!"

[quicktothepoint]

"Oh, come on!" Were the only words he could spit out when he felt the violent bump. He hadn't been paying attention to the culprit's face, but the initial grimace quickly turned into something else when the girl stated her apology. "Oh." A slight frown. That'd been a weird expression. She was probably foreign. "--no prob." Tommy was quick to notice the few groceries that had been thrown to the floor with the impact. He was entirely too used to this scenario, so he simply knelt down to pick them up.

[deeplyunnormal]

"You don't have to," Jill started as the person bent down to pick up the things she had dropped, "I've got it."

As she was finishing her sentence, though, Jill made the mistake of looking at the guy she had bumped into. This really was the J-bar incident all over again. Jill quickly looked down again as Jack cheerfully invaded her mind with his two cents.

Man, with hair like that he's probably an ass bandit like Tommy Knutsack.
You deeply did not just call Tommy an ass bandit! And stop making judgments about people!

Jill grabbed the peanut butter and shoved it back into the bag at that comment, mentally making a note to sit down and have a serious talk with Jack about adding commentary to her life. She was having a hard enough time in the City without his rudeness seeping into her head.