http://coolantmaster.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] coolantmaster.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fissionmailed2011-04-15 04:09 am

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[Jack  has been a little preoccupied lately. It's an odd sense of impending doom, actually. Like something really bad is going to happen, and soon. Still, as much as Jack believes in his gut feelings he hasn't shared them with anyone else. It's worse today, but Jack decides maybe he just ate something bad. Yeah, he's in denial already. Still, he feels like maybe he should see Rose. Wasn't she living with that guy version of Meryl now? Well, hopefully he wouldn't have a problem with Jack turning up uninvited. Even if he did, Jack decides he doesn't care. He wasn't there for him.]

[He goes to the door of her new home and knocks; then waits.]


((Poor Jack and his weird gut feelings, I wonder what he could be feeling /itisamystery.jpg. Anyway, locked to
[info]by_anothername and possibly [info]manryl~))

[identity profile] by-anothername.livejournal.com 2011-04-15 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
I guess, but the latter is pretty creepy Jack.

[She laughed though.]

If you clean every time you visit, I'll have to invite you over more often.

[Without her own Jack to keep the mess at bay, what is she to do?]

[identity profile] by-anothername.livejournal.com 2011-04-15 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
I'll do that. And you can stop by whenever you want.

As long as Merrel's okay with it, anyway, but I don't think it would be a problem.

[He's always at the gym anyway.]

[identity profile] by-anothername.livejournal.com 2011-04-15 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sure he won't mind. And I can always come and visit you too.

[Rose got up off the bed as Jack made it. Man she should hire him to clean for her regularly.]

[identity profile] by-anothername.livejournal.com 2011-04-16 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, I will.

[Hey that's not fair. D: Just because her lover is gone...]

Are you hungry? I think there's some food in the fridge...

[identity profile] by-anothername.livejournal.com 2011-04-16 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[FFff you get out.]

Yeah, it's just little stuff. I haven't really done any cooking since I got here.

[Sorry Jack :'D]

[identity profile] by-anothername.livejournal.com 2011-04-16 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack you really don't have to...

[She got up, following him out into the kitchen.]

If you're hungry I can make something for you.

[identity profile] by-anothername.livejournal.com 2011-04-16 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[She couldn't help but laugh at that.]

Jack, what are you trying to butter me up for?

[She leaned against the counter, watching him.]

[identity profile] by-anothername.livejournal.com 2011-04-16 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Still, you're being awfully helpful today- not that you're not usually but, cleaning my room and cooking?

[She figured he might just be being nice because she's still sad about her Jack.]

Um, it doesn't matter to me, whatever you want to make.

[identity profile] by-anothername.livejournal.com 2011-04-16 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Geez Jack, why such a jerk.]

Alright... I'll help though. You don't need to do everything yourself.

[identity profile] by-anothername.livejournal.com 2011-04-16 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rose hunted through the cabinets, finding the plates, forks and cups, then going over to the table, she set out the two settings.]

Ah, maybe you should make some extra for Merrel later? I'd be nice, since he's letting me stay with him like this...

[identity profile] by-anothername.livejournal.com 2011-04-16 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Man don't insist on cooking then complain.]

It doesn't have to be a lot, I just thought since you were making it anyway. I could always just make him something.

[She finished putting the dishes down and went back to the kitchen, seeing what else she could do to help

[identity profile] by-anothername.livejournal.com 2011-04-16 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nods, going to the fridge and opening it up to look at the contents inside.]

What do you want? It looks like mostly Merrel has some milk and juice. And some protein shakes.