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[ So Jack...came to see him. While he was sick. On Leith. And possibly still contagious? Probably? Maybe. He's not exactly sure of the details of the whole thing, but what he does know is that he's left with a lot of mixed feelings about it. Jack technically did something nice...ish. Like it hadn't been a bad visit per say. They'd actually marginally gotten along, more so than the bar trip had turned out.

So he figures he should say something...right? Like as awkward and weird as it was, Rhys still finds himself feeling just a bit less eugh about Jack for it. He knows that's probably the intent there because why else would someone like Jack bother to come bug someone like him. It's not as if their divisions are at all related.

Rhys still finds himself typing out a message anyway an hour later, sighing as he hits send. ]

Jack,

Thanks for the visit.

Rhys
of Land Kendry

[ Short and to the point. Perfect? ]

Edited Date: 2017-02-07 05:54 am (UTC)

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refactor

[ Jack knew about all this, naturally. It wasn't quite his idea so much as Angel's, but like much of her work, he soundly took credit for it. After all, it benefited him far more than her, so it was pretty fair, in his view. Still, he'll have to remember to send her a note of a job well done, he thinks. Even if the message is so short that it's pretty rude? It's still something ]

yeah no problem buddy. you were preeeetty messed up but hey. totally not alone there. you and half the quad right? at least you weren't puking up your brains. mostly. not literally because yeah that's almost literal with some people I heard. crazy stuff.

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rhygret

[ ....This is the least professional correspondence Rhys has ever received, and when he was just a kid he made Vaughn play Super Secret Spy Espionage Agents.

He's not sure exactly what he was expecting but this is so far from it. ]

I can't tell if you're being serious or not, because I'm pretty sure I would have heard of the brain-puking part when I was at the hospital.

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refactor

well I mean not LITERAL brain puking

that's like. impossible. or I seriously hope it is because I mean if that's happening you're definitely gonna die like you'd have to pretty sure

figurative brain puking. because I mean you were seeing some crazy shit. but I mean it's cool. I'll keep your dreams of yours truly a secret

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rhygret

[ Ohhhh no. Oh no, what did he say when Jack came to visit? He'd had a fever so the memories aren't exactly crystal-clear, but he's pretty sure he didn't say anything vastly incriminating.

Marginally? Sure? ]

I didn't say anything weird!

Did I?

Edited Date: 2017-02-10 01:07 pm (UTC)

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refactor

I mean yeah. you kinda did. like you were hallucinating me BEFORE I showed up pretty sure and that counts as weird? I count it as weird

but like good taste all things considered

glad I'm on your mind pumpkin

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rhygret

[ No no noooo, this is the literal worst. He doesn't even remember telling Jack he'd been seeing him. The memories were mildly traumatic honestly and he's still loathed to bring them up even now. What did he even say to Jack???

Rhys groans aloud and holds his face in his hands for a brief moment. ]

You know they were horrifying hallucinations, right? The literal worst things I've ever seen in my life.

[ Jack isn't allowed to take something good away from this, the resulting ego would be too much. ]

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rhygret - Date: 2017-02-13 07:53 am (UTC) - Expand

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kirkwalled

jack can you gget me water from the ktichn

[ She's literally on the couch. ]

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refactor

oh sorry

my b

didn't notice you broke your legs

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kirkwalled

i am a GUEST in your house and it drink allyour booze

plesse

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refactor

wait are you drunk texting me right now

I thought you were just woke up or something because seriously never been able to tell the difference

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refactor

[ then immediately after: ]

it's 1pm on a sunday?? how are you already drunk

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refactor

[ ...then immediately after that: ]

wait

that better not be MY booze. I hid it from you??? how the hell would you even find it???

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kirkwalled

hahahahahahahahanahaahahaahaahahahahahahaahahajaahaaajahahaahahahaahahahaahahaha

[ also he probably hears her literally losing her shit in the living room ]

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refactor

[ See, and he would be content to just continue textual shitposting, but no!! Then Hawke has to go and actually laugh at him where he can hear it!! He half kicks the door of his bedroom open, but that's just Jack being... himself instead of actually being angry to the point of being dangerous. After all, he's quickly walking over and stumbling over his words in the way that shows he's flustered and mad all at once. ]

Aw- Wha- What the hell, you're such an asshole! I hid that for a reason, you dick!!

[ because hawke was going to drink it all ]

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kirkwalled

[ She is literally just lying on the couch here and there's already at least one empty bottle off to the side. Then there's a half-empty one in one hand and her phone in the other. She waves at Jack's arrival. ]

Yes, because good booze is so hard to come by with a man of your paycheck.

[ She's a happy camper, she is. ]

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kirkwalled

[ A gift! Because Hawke is a moron who buys her friends gifts way more often than not. A small box sits outside Jack's door when he gets home that evening with a note stuck to it and in a quick, vaguely familiar scrawl is Jack.

Inside the box is a very nice yellow sweater, obviously Leithian of make. Very expensive, hand knit, bright yellow and super soft. It's also exactly Jack's size and obviously, well, meant for him.

And that's it! Because Hawke rather drop the gift off and bail like it's no big deal than ever, say, acknowledge the whole thing. ]

Edited Date: 2017-03-14 07:11 pm (UTC)

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refactor

[ It's actually quite a while before Hawke gets any sort of acknowledgement of the gift from Jack. It's not because he doesn't want to, but actually, quite the opposite, since if he's completely honest with himself (which he isn't), it's been a while since he's gotten a gift from someone. Or at least, one without ulterior motives. That's part of what takes him so long. He has to double and triple check the sweater, because even if he likes Hawke and trusts her to some degree, there's always a lingering what if in his mind. He'd been betrayed by Killjoys he'd made the mistake of thinking were his friends before. He didn't want to do it again.

But after that suspicion had passed, there was another problem to deal with, and that was decoding what exactly it meant. Considering his affection for her, his mind had immediately leaped to a certain conclusion, but that was confusing in itself. It couldn't be that, because for everything he had seen, Hawke... didn't really seem to get it. God, he wishes she did, because he definitely liked her enough to—

Well, to ask for clarification, as it turned out. Even if it takes a few days for him to work up to that. ]

so uh any reason for the sweater or what

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kirkwalled

[ See, with her other gifts, Hawke is happy to drop them and leave them without comment. That was the plan with Jack's sweater but when she gets his text, she reconsiders. She knows Bucky won't question it and Fenris isn't in the place to but Jack -- Jack might misunderstand the spirit of the whole thing. A gift is just a gift, but Jack's on the defensive enough to doubt it. They're friends and he'd consider him one of her closest in the Quad, so she doesn't purposefully want to hurt him by skirting it off. Still, there's a bit of discomfort in being honest about it, the sincerity of her affection.

So, she stares at his message for a good long while before sighing, scrubbing her hands over her face and shooting a message back. ]

Would you like a real answer or a fake one?

[ It says something that Jack's the only one that Hawke would actually give the offer to. ]

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refactor

the real one

...but now you have me curious so what was the fake one going to be? just give me both I'm sure you have a weird story for both anyways

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kirkwalled

I'm not telling you the fake one because what if I want to reuse the answer at a later date? No, you won't be learning all my tricks, Jackie boy.

The real one is that I noticed you haven't been wearing your Hyperion sweater a lot lately and I gather it's because of that unfortunate coincidence with our resident gang of ne'er-do-wells. But you look good in yellow and it's strange to see otherwise so I thought you might want a replacement. I also wanted to do something nice for you. Satisfied? I'm not out to get you today, no.

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refactor

[ It takes Jack a little longer than he usually does to reply, because in truth, he's quite flustered by this information. It's much more thoughtful than he expected, and that's the kind of thing that gets him caught up in his own head. It's a very kind gift, and in turn, he has to wonder if that means maybe Hawke really was interested. Or maybe she really is that thick? It's a hard question to parse through, because he does like Hawke a lot. He doesn't want to be wrong about what she's feeling and make their friendship awkward, because even if he tends to be brutish straightforward with most things, his personal relationships are something he's quite a bit softer with even if he pretends otherwise.

Because of how long he thinks over it, it ends up making his response pretty simple. ]

no that's actually really nice of you. didn't expect it.

you really think I look good in yellow?

Edited Date: 2017-03-23 07:27 pm (UTC)

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kirkwalled

[ And then there is Hawke who is genuinely completely and utterly blind to Jack's feelings because well -- why would Jack have feelings for her? That's silly. She mostly assumes no one could possibly have feelings for her since she spends a lot of time keeping her distance from most people. Even Jack, despite the fact he could arguably be her best friend in the Quad -- it's not the same for Hawke as it used to be.

So, the delay in his response doesn't ruffle her and she approaches her own reply with the same laissez faire she approaches everything else. ]

I'm a nice person, you asswipe.

And yes, I do. You're very pretty in yellow. Very pretty in general, really. I actually find you quite handsome even without your shitty nickname. Why would I be friends with an ugly person? Sometimes I dream about making out with them and that's just punishing myself, honestly. Granted, I also have dreams about most of my friends killing me or sometimes both but I suppose the same rule applies.

seems to be the only way to back you bastards up

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