dawnward | NV; (formerly on LJ)

[Ring ring.]

[Click]

Hey, you.

Hey, what's up?

I'm trying to determine whether to paint my toenails black or shimmering sable. I can't really tell the difference, but I thought you could help me.

Why not black with a shimmer coat on top? [He snorts.] Sure, come on over. I'll put some popcorn on and we'll watch a movie.

See, this is why I keep you around. To make all the hard decisions. [Jinx laughs a little, then sighs.]

How about you cook instead? No movie. I don't want to put this off any longer.

Sure, I'll cook. What's bothering you?

It's not that something's bothering me, I just want to get some things cleared up.

Come on over in twenty and I'll have some stir fry made.

Prepare to be clung to the moment I walk in the door. It's freezing out there.

((ooc: do you want to log this? I can start one in the comm or we could action it up here?))

Warning noted.

[Action might be faster, but either or?]

[After about thirty minutes, it would have been earlier if toenail polish dried faster, Jinx showed up at Riku's door. Her hair was messy from her helmet, her jacket was wet, and her hands were freezing in her gloves. Without knocking, she walked in and began to strip out of all extra clothing.]

I've deciding I'm canceling winter. I'm going to find a really old book, chant some voodoo, and it'll be summer again. I swear to all things dark and unholy, Riku.

[He pokes his head out from the kitchen and leaves the pan to go help her, closing and locking the door behind her. He briefly reaches out to smooth her hair back a little.]

Sounds good. Do that after Christmas, will you?

No can do. Christmas is that time of year for ice skating rinks, fake snow, and the occasional El Niño.

[She barely had enough feeling in her hands to take off her gloves. She pulled one off with her teeth, then wrapped her arms around Riku's middle. When she looked up at him, her cheeks and nose were pink with cold.] I might make an exception for your birthday, but you'll have to be good.

[Geez, she was freezing. He held her close and put his chin on her head briefly, rubbing at her back and arms.]

If you'll keep it until then, I'd be very grateful.

Oh, you can keep that up. [She starts purring a little, which sounds silly with how she's already shivering.]

The things I do for you! The next thing I know, you'll be begging me for a white Christmas. Do you want me to dress in red and give you presents, too?

[He chuckles softly at that sound, leading her towards the kitchen.]

Here, it's warm in here. Stand near the stove. [He snerks a little.] Nah, don't worry about that. Joe might ask you, though.

[She follows, slipping out of her shoes on the way.]

Joe asks me for a lot of things. He receives little. [Despite his suggestion, Jinx stays clear of the stove. No use in burning the place down while he's cooking.] Hurry up with dinner, will you? I need a couch, a warm boy, and a lot of hugging.

[He smirks.]

Yeah, I've noticed. [He stirs the noodles around with the vegetables and tiny bits of chicken, and he looks over at her.] Grab a blanket and crash on the couch. I'll bring in food in just a minute.

If you insist. [Jinx squeezes his shoulder with a smile before she does as he suggested. Wrapping a blanket over her shoulders, she settles down into the couch, feet curled under her, and watches him.]

It smells good.

It's one of the easiest things to make, honestly.

[He makes them both a bowl and two glasses of water, and then he joins her on the couch, as promised.] What's on your mind, Jinx?

[She took the food gratefully, then moved close to him when he sat down. Leaning against his shoulder, she moved some things around on her plate.]

What is this, Riku?

What's what?

[He lets her lean and takes a small bite of food, not enough to make it embarrassing if he needed to speak.]

[Jinx waited for him to chew and swallow before she sets her food down next to her. She looks at him with a small sigh and a bit of a sad expression.]

Us.

[He looks at her, unsurprised.]

What do you want us to be? How do you feel?

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