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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

by_anothername and possibly

manryl~))

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Yeah, that would be cool. Just make sure you call before you do.

[Which Jack probably should have done, but... at least there was no chance of him knocking with Rose halfway through sleeping with her lover.]

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...

[Should he be calling incase she's getting it on with Merrel ;D]

Uh... is it stuff that's already made up?

[By someone who isn't Rose, preferably.]

[FFff you get out.]

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

[Sorry Jack :'D]

[No u~]

Well if you like, I can cook us both up something.

[That way Rose won't start trying to cook. He heads out of the room, then hunts for the kitchen.]

It's the least I can do for you, seeing as you put up with me cleaning up your room~

[As a reward for letting Jack do your housework for you, he'll cook for you too. Your life is so miserable and hard, Rose.]

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.

[Lsdsfsfff]

Ah- no, I insist.

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You're too pretty to be doing chores.

[Maybe if he works the charm enough she won't cook...]

[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.]

I'm not trying to butter you up, it's a simple observation~

[He looks through the fridge, then up at Rose.]

What would you like? I mean, it won't be anything fancy, but...

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.

[He won't say out loud that the reason he cleaned up was because he couldn't stand the sight of her room like that, or that the reason he wants to cook is so that Rose doesn't. He can deal with her thinking he's just being really nice, even if that in itself is somewhat odd.]

We can just have pasta then.

[And it won't be Vamp's death pasta, it will be something edible. He takes some cheese and various other things out of the fridge, then gets some pasta from the cupboards and opens a cookbook. At least if he was trying to cook and had some help, Jack was a decent cook; if only because if he wasn't he would have had to live off Rose's food for two years.]

[Geez Jack, why such a jerk.]

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

[Because it's Jack. Also see icon keywords :T]

Oh... uh... why don't you be setting the table, then?

[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...

Uh...

[Did someone write "personal chef" on his forehead whilst he was asleep or something?]

Sure.

[Still, he supposes she's right; Rose was safe here and he had Merrel to thank for it.]

As a thank you for looking after you.

[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

[But he likes complaining, it gives his life meaning]

Yeah, I'll just make more. It's no problem.

[Though it might be funny to have Merrel eat Rose's cooking, he doesn't think it would be a nice way to say "thanks". Seeing her come back in, he quickly thinks of something else she can do that keeps her away from the food.]

Ah- Why don't you be picking out something to drink?

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[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.~~

Huh, that's kind of boring. No wine?

[~~Mmm protein shakes and pasta~~]

Doesn't look like it.

[Glancing from around the refrigerator door at Jack.]

I could go look for some in another kitchen if you want.

[~~Get her out of your hair longer.~~]

Uh...

[Well, on one hand it would get her out of his way long enough that she wouldn't touch the food... on the other hand, she might get hurt if she dares to venture out of the room for more than five seconds. ~~Overprotective, what.~~]

No, we can make do with juice.

[To be fair the cooking was going smoother than he'd expected, and as a result it was also taking less time because he wasn't poking around ingredients. If he could keep her busy a little while longer...]

You can be pouring the juice out if you like.

[Taking the juice out of the fridge, she takes a second to go look over Jack's shoulder, as if she knows more about cooking than he does, and making sure he wasn't messing up.]

Did you remember to put some cheese in the sauce so it can melt while it cooks?

Yes, Rose.

[Well that wasn't completely retarded advice, at least.]

I even grated it so it melts easier.

[See? He can be competent occasionally.]

[She seemed pleased at that, leaving Jack to finish up the meal so she could pour the juice into the two glasses, making small talk as she worked.]

Oh yeah. Merrel said he'd help me with my self defense training while I was staying here.

[~~Gonna wrestle around with him.~~]

Oh yeah?

[He adds a couple of things to the sauce, then puts some pasta into some water he's had on the boil for a few minutes.]

What happened to Adrian teaching you? I can remind him, if you like... he might have just forgotten.