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[survivorking]

Who? Damas, Jak and Daxter (closed)
When? This evening.
Where? Jak's room.
Rating? Uh. PG, maybe PG-13, who knows

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[shadesofeco]

Jak's there. He's shirtless, wearing a pair of training pants, doing a round of push ups in the middle of his room, and brooding.

The knock is heavy and not one he's particularly familiar with. Hopping to his feet, Jak motions at Daxter not to say or do anything to attract attention -- whether it would do any good or not -- and heads over to the door, opening it quickly. If he had much sense, he might have listened first, or asked who it was, but it was Jak. Opening the door to see for himself seemed like the smartest course of action.

His paranoia fades the moment he sees his father, and he steps aside to let him in.

[does_everything]

Daxter had been chattering aimlessly while Jak worked out, filling the silence with nonsense when the knock interrupted him. Jak motioned for Daxter to stay silent and Daxter rolled his eyes, climbing up onto the nightstand and jumping atop his dresser, folding his arms.

...oh, it was just Damas.

"What's up, kingy?" Daxter chirped upon his arrival, clearly not too distressed that he'd decided to visit.

[survivorking]

Damas raised a brow at Daxter before crossing the threshold into the room. It was almost odd to see Daxter-- it had been some time since he last saw him within twenty feet of Jak's shoulder. He gave a nod of greeting.

"I came to ask a favor, though I seem to be interrupting something."

[shadesofeco]

Jak closed the door behind him and waved a hand in dismissal.

"Don't worry, you're not interrupting. Have a seat."

He held out a hand in case Damas needed one, knowing his injuries were still unhealed.