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Post by Macbeth on Nov 7, 2011 23:20:44 GMT -5
"Sounds vague and kinda frightening. I'm in," she agreed, getting up and leading Jo out of the bedroom. She was surprised by how comfortable this was already starting to feel. Finding her a flatmate who she wouldn't constantly fight with was a one-in-a-million shot, so she'd really gotten lucky. ((Me too, although the Beth/Dusk thing got a little intense even for me.  And then there was OOC drama. Bah.)) |
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Post by Risk on Nov 7, 2011 23:24:13 GMT -5
"I've got some pots and pans... and the stove works, I think," muttered Risk as he stood up and walked towards the kitchen. ((Meh, OOC drama  That place was just chock full of drama.)) |
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 7, 2011 23:25:58 GMT -5
"I hope the bloody stove works," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Want me to cook something? Do you even know how to cook?"
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Post by Risk on Nov 7, 2011 23:28:27 GMT -5
"I know enough! Hmm, let's see what's in here... I have bread?" said Risk, opening the cupboard and taking it out for her to see. "Oh! And beans and sausages? Does that work?"
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 7, 2011 23:31:38 GMT -5
Something about the whole situation made her laugh unexpectedly. Jo looked up at her sourpuss aunt in amazement and clapped her hands. "That works," Beth assured him, inspecting the sausages. They did, in fact, look edible.
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Post by Risk on Nov 7, 2011 23:35:33 GMT -5
Risk grinned proudly, glad that he'd gotten something right. He took a trip to the store earlier and made sure that they had some food in the apartment. He didn't want to look incredibly irresponsible.
"What're you gonna make?" asked Risk, leaning against the counter as he watched her move around the kitchen.
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 7, 2011 23:39:47 GMT -5
"Well, beans and sausages need to be cooked," she pointed out, putting one of his pots on the stove. "And I'll just mash Jo's up a little...do we have milk?" She suddenly froze in horror, face sinking into her hands. "I can't believe that sentence just came outta my mouth."
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Post by Risk on Nov 7, 2011 23:41:30 GMT -5
"Why? What's wrong with milk?" frowned Risk, opening the refrigerator and handing her a carton of milk. "Do we not like milk?"
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 7, 2011 23:45:56 GMT -5
"We each have our own separate, individual opinions on milk," Macbeth muttered, accepting the carton and pouring Jo a glass, then filling the pot with water and tossing in three sausages. She didn't quite know how to explain why 'Do we have milk?' was the most domestic question on earth. It was what you asked your husband or wife or lazy teenage children when you walked in the door of your cozy little house after a day at work.
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Post by Risk on Nov 7, 2011 23:50:35 GMT -5
Risk shrugged, not understanding Macbeth's sudden decision to freak out over milk. He wondered whether she'd do this over every little thing.
"Want me to feed Jo?" suggested Risk, taking the glass of milk and handing it to her.
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 7, 2011 23:59:40 GMT -5
Jo took the glass and happily poured milk into her mouth, splashing some on the counter and giving herself a giant milk moustache in the process.
"You can try," Macbeth said with a smirk, getting another pot for the beans and loading the stove with a bunch of dry wood that was luckily stacked beside it. When she'd lit it and made sure everything was cooking, she settled down in a chair with a sigh of satisfaction--and then couldn't believe she'd done that, either. "So how's...work?" What else was she supposed to ask him? He didn't even have any hobbies she knew of, besides drinking.
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Post by Risk on Nov 8, 2011 0:05:23 GMT -5
"Beth! Be careful," chuckled Risk, gently taking the glass from her before grabbing a nearby dishcloth to wipe the mess.
Once he heard Macbeth's question, he quirked an eyebrow at her and laughed softly. "You're askin' me about work? Really?"
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 8, 2011 0:07:46 GMT -5
Jo gave him a sheepish look and set the glass down, sliding off the counter to toddle around and explore the small kitchen.
"Yep," Macbeth confirmed. "Snitched on anyone I know lately?" She crossed her arms and gave him a hard look. You had to check her eyes to tell she was joking.
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Post by Risk on Nov 8, 2011 0:11:35 GMT -5
"A couple kids in the Bronx," answered Risk, figuring that she was close enough to both him and Ershey that she wouldn't mind hearing what he'd been up to. "I've been trying to cover up that Ericson case and with Goblin's help, I found a couple boys that deserve to end up in jail. Hopefully it stays that way... then everyone'll be out of the radar."
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Post by Macbeth on Nov 8, 2011 0:13:53 GMT -5
She shook her head, smirking. "You know this technically makes you a crooked cop, right?" Then she jumped up from her chair and grabbed Jo a split second before she would have knocked over the entire stack of firewood. She sat back down with the baby in her lap like this was a routine occurrence.
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And then there was OOC drama. Bah.))
That place was just chock full of drama.))