[34: action/...item?]
[OOC: Jack is just leaving things at people's doors, so no response is necessary, though welcome if you want to, of course. And if Jack is pals with someone who has slipped my mind, please remind me!][Late Christmas Eve, Jack is creeping through the mansion with a large paper sack of wrapped packages, absently singing "Deck the Halls" under his
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He sees Bhamba and freezes, far from prepared.]
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...Though it should be mentioned that Bhamba isn't exactly able to take in the freezing or Jack's red eyes at the moment.
You see, the view of the scientist is a little obscured by the large potted plant he's holding in his hands.
Jack may recognise it from back when it bit him at the lab.
Ahhh, good times. ]
I... ah... brought you a present.
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It would have been easier if you just used a gun!
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Once inside he turns around, attempting to face Jack... or at least glance at him sideways. ]
I know! Instead I kept and kept reminding her what happened to her sister. For days!
Of course she did learn to attack on command only eventually, but don't get me started on teaching her how to fold the laundry!
[ Yes, Jack. You have been gifted a venomous killer plant who can fold the laundry. Congratulations! ]
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[There is less fire in his hand than there was a second ago.]
I thought you were trying to kill me.
[A pause while he inspects Bhamba and the plant from a safe distance.]
What are you trying to do?
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[ He puts down the plant on-- well, an available desk or chair or such, preferably, but he'll take the floor if the furniture seems inconvenient. ]
If I was trying to kill you, obviously I would be using the toothpaste! The toothpaste!
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I'm not trying to kill you!
[ Exasperated gesturing, free of charge. ]
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Oh.
Okay.
So...why did you bring one of the killer plants here?
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It's a present. [ SIGH. ]
This was a bad idea.
[ Watch Bhamba storm out...
...turn around and storm back in. ]
A present. For you.
[ Food tapping impatiently. ]
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[He barely has time to let his eyes drop in disappointment before the scientist is back. He stares, mystified.]
A present for...
A killer plant? For me?
[Jack doesn't have the social skills to be disingenuous, so his tone is more disbelieving than joyful, but at least he's caught on that it's a present. And however bizarre and alarming the object itself might be, Bhamba is here, talking to him.
He should take advantage of the moment and say something--thank you, or anything at all--but all he can do is gape.]
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[ As if that would make every difference in the world. It's his best 'don't you ever pay attention?' tone again. ]
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I... missed you.
In the lab.
Because of the work.
Which you didn't do there recently.
Because you were gone.
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He grins suddenly, brightly, as if he's had the most brilliant idea in the world--and he genuinely believes that he thought it up all on his own.]
I could come back.
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You... could come back.
[ Bhamba repeats it carefully, word for word, as if trying to figure out how he feels about the idea.
The intonation seems hesitant still, but perhaps cautiously optimistic rather than anxious. ]
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And Jack, being straightforward, will just say exactly what he means.]
I liked working in the lab. I miss you and Amy.
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