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[pilot_princess]

[The video starts out from a low angle, as if flat no the ground. Gulliver's nose is seen on the right edge (it's easy to assume he turned it on, even though he's not doing anything). Anemone's standing in the kitchen, in a short dress, and Dominic's jacket. She's not moving at first, holding her side and swaying back and forth.]

It's not so bad, it's not so bad...

[She sighs loudly, then brings her arms away from herself and slams them on the counter loudly.] Gulliver, what's in this kitchen anyway?

[Gulliver gurgles, and leans forward, and all that is seen is his fur for a second. It looks as if he's trying to hide it. Anemone doesn't notice, and only huffs; once Gulliver moves again, there she returns, swinging a cabinet open. As she steps closer, one can easily see her pink panties. She continues swinging back and forth a little, and an arm creeps around her midsection again.

She pauses for a second, then yanks open a drawer and digs through it. After the first drawer, she opens a second, then a third. Then, sulking, she slams the first one shut.] Eek! That was loud...

[She shuts the second and third one more quietly, then turns, leaning on the counter and looking up for a minute. She steps over the communicator and moves to a different cabinet. Pulling out a bottle of water, she slides down to sit on the ground and smiles at Gulliver.]

Hey... Gulliver, guess what. I'm gonna stop all my diets tomorrow. And... eat... something. Something really tasty!

[She giggles softly and leans over to whisper in Gulliver's tiny ears.]

Shinji can -- bet -- made the -- -ake -- but he's -- doesn't want anyone to know. Secret between you and me, okay? Good! ...I should get these bandages changed too. They're all wet again...

[She looks at the communicator. Her hand grabs it, and she pulls it away from him; only her hand is seen.]

Gulliver, you have to stop taking thi--.

[She turns it off.]

Comments

[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

...hey.

[pilot_princess]

Jackie! Hi!

[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

Hey, girlie. What're you doin...?

[pilot_princess]

Looking for something I can eat.

[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

I've got food over here.

[pilot_princess]

What do you have? ...it's kind of late, though.

[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

For the food, or for being up? hey, I don't sleep.

[pilot_princess]

For the food. I... don't want to go over there if it's too late or anything.

[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

I don't mind. M'not sleepy. Or in my pajamas or anything.

[pilot_princess]

So I should come over, then?

[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure. I've got some cocoa and...something that might be peaches.

[pilot_princess]

Something that might be peaches?

...sounds suspicious. You sure you have anything?

[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

[pause. Sounds like he's got something in his mouth.]

Nope, they're definitely peaches.

[swallows.]

C'mon, what, am I that scary? Course I got food, I got kids to feed.

[pilot_princess]

No, just didn't know if you really had something.

But yeah... maybe you should feed your kids? I'll be okay. I can go look tomorrow or something.

[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

Okay, now I really do think you're avoiding me.

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[pilot_princess]

I'm not avoiding you! Jeez, I'm on my way right now!

[There's the sound of a door closing. She takes the rather short walk across the hallway to #305 and knocks softly.]

Jackie?

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[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

[There we go. Women, geez. He goes to open the door, smiling.]

Okay, okay. I'm convinced. Welcome to my humble abode.

[The biggest feature of the apartment is the multitude of lamps and candles he seems to have. He's also got some mugs and cans out on the table, and something on the stove.]

I have mastered the art of ghetto cocoa. It's actually pretty good.

[goes to fiddle with it. Such a housedad.]

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[pilot_princess]

Why would I avoid you? You live too close.

[She grins and gladly walks in, holding her sides again as she glances around. Lots of candles, lots of lamps; her eyes were wide as she looks at them.

Oh wait, Jackie was fiddling with things. She curiously moves into the kitchen, peering over the stove.]

What's this?

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[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

I dunno. Maybe I'm scary.

[it's a pot! with something in it. That might be cocoa.]

Discedo cocoa. It's my specialty.

[stirrrrrr.]

Tried to rig the microwave up, but when I got close to exploding myself I stopped. The stove's got a pilot light.

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[pilot_princess]

[She smells the air. Sure smells like cocoa.]

Well, that's neat, then. Stove's probably easier to mess with.

[She smiles before sighing softly, closing her eyes with her head bowed.]

Thanks, Jackie. I can't wait to taste it.

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[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

Ha, don't get too excited til you try it.

[It IS pretty good, though. Not that he's full of himself or anything. After a few more stirs, he declares it done and pours them each a mug.]

It's hot.

[He drinks his right away anyway, and scalds his tongue. He's done that about a million times already.]

ahhh.

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[pilot_princess]

[She only nods, though she's sure it'll taste night because it smells nice. Grabbing her mug, she holds it carefully in both hands before blowing on it.]

It's really hot... but it smells really nice.

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[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

[he looks proud of himself, or as proud as he can with his tongue scalded.]

Itsh pretty good, Ah gotta tell ya.

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[pilot_princess]

[She giggles at him and nods, blowing on hers before taking a sip.]

It's so tasty! Aw man...

[And with that, she starts chugging. There's a bit dripping from the side - she's a bit of a messy food person.]

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[theforceoncrack.livejournal.com]

[jklasdgljk rofl. That's okay, he was like that when he was a kid. And, uh, occasionally still now. A little surprising, though. She looks so dainty.]

We also have peaches and..

[peers at another can.]

Beef vegetable soup. It's a regular feast in here.

[No, seriously, though, he's been doing well as a dad. He's pretty damn awesome.]