[Aster hates the snow. He hates the cold. He hates the winter. It's time like this he really wondered why he moved here, he could have picked anywhere in America where there was no snow at all. L.A perhaps?
But no, he's here. And miserable. And, to top off his day, he's now has hot coffee thrown on him as well. This is just the bloody cherry on top of the cake. He looks down...and nope, nope THIS this right here is the ironic cherry. Ugh.]
[Jack rolls his eyes at the reaction - not that he's any better at this. No matter if he sees the man once a week and some times they end up talking more than either of them will ever admit. There's something about their relationship that no business or giggles from Sophie will ever fix - what Jack calls the ugh factor.]
"It's you"? That's what you have to say? How about "sorry about your frappuchino, something this delicious shouldn't be wasted like that"?
[He closes one eye and sticks the tip of his tongue out, picking inside his cup to check if there's anything left. This is his special gift for himself! Why does this happen to him? He thought he would be free of the man with no Mrs Bennet around to ask him for chores.]
What are you doing out in the cold anyway? I thought old kangaroos like you hated getting their cracking bones chilly.
It's not my fault you dumped it on me. How about a "sorry for your shirt?" You can bet which one is harder to fix.
[Just buy a new coffee, Jack, good lord. He exhales.]
I was taking a walk, even I can't stay cooped up all day. And my bones aren't cracking, Arse. Anyway, now I have to go back and change my shirt so I don't wind up with hypothermia.
What?! You dumped into me! You own me a frappuchino!
[This is serious business! It's not like he has that much money to spare! That last comment makes him roll his eyes.]
Hypothermia. Right. Your bones aren't cracking but damn, you're still an old man. Isn't your body supposed to be like super resistant and healthy with all that exercise you do?
I'm not old, I'm just not used to your horrible bloody winters. No amount of healthy eating will fix that. [He turns and starts back towards his store with a disgruntled huff. He does pause to glance over his shoulders, though. ]
You comin? I probably go some of your sludge in the coffee pot.
[He won't buy you a coffee but he'll make one. Begrudgingly. ]
[He has more snark to add, but the invitation takes him by surprise. Eyebrows raised and eyes wide, he stares at the man for a moment before speaking again. While he and Bunnymund have managed to have a few decent conversations a couple of times Jack has come by to pick up Mrs Bennet's orders, there's a big difference between that and this.]
...so what's the catch? You planning to poison me with the stuff you use on your plants against bugs?
[He's just saying it as a point of contention in all honesty. He scoffs in amusement, stepping inside, checking absent-mindedly on a few flowers as he walks past them towards the back of the shop. ]
Yeah, sure. That's what I'm gonna do. I'm bringing you back here to poison you and turn you into fertiliser. You worked out my cunning plan. You're so crafty. Wow.
[He steps into his back room, and up some (decidedly creepy) stairs up to the small apartment inside his shop. It's unsurprisingly covered in plants, though a lot of paintings adorn the walls- a clue to their origin an easel propped up in one corner.
Bunnymund strides past it all, waving a hand to a door on the side, a kitchen. He heads to his room, for a new shirt must be had.]
I knew it. You keep that body at your old age by sucking the energy of the young and beautiful like me.
[But honestly, Jack sounds amused, too. He isn't sure how this has became teasing and not an actual argument, but he finds himself not really minding it.
Jack soon falls silent though, now isn't that a miracle? He has been expecting some coffee machine at the back of the shop, not actually getting to see the guy's apartment. The plants don't surprise him, but the paintings do, especially when he notices the easel.]
...you painted all these?
[Totally didn't see that one coming. Coffee is forgotten for now, Jack is staring at the walls now, empty frappuchino cup still on his hands.]
[His snarky response is interrupted when Jack gets a glimpse of that body he always teases the guy for. The clothes have always give him an idea, but actually seeing it and confirming is a different deal.
It's not like he didn't notice that the guy was attractive before, but that was ruined two seconds later when he opened his mouth.
It's that memory of their first argument that brings him back to reality, and Jack shakes his head, snapping out of it.]
[He rolls his eyes and looks back at the painting, trying to pretend he wasn't caught staring. And not just staring at anyone, not, but staring at this man. Ugh. What's wrong with him today? Bad Jack.
That last part though. Jack frowns at the paintings in front of him, lost in thought, coffee forgotten for now.]
Shouldn't it be the other way around? Doing what you love and just happening to get money from it? [He brings this up for a reason, personal reasons, and he knows it could take a dangerous path. But he can't help it. It's not like he has many people to talk to.] Or you don't think you can't make a living from it with relaxation?
I love my plants. I love growing them and fixing them up for people. [Which he does. ] It's just as relaxing. But I want something that's just mine. And this is it.
[Jack pauses, staring at the paintings again. Obviously something about this is getting to him, but he's stubborn.]
...thanksforsharing.
[It's mumbled rather quickly and not looking at man's face. And just like that, his shitty grin comes back, mischief in his eyes returning as he barges in the kitchen.]
So does Ozzie coffee spin the other way when you stir it?
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But no, he's here. And miserable. And, to top off his day, he's now has hot coffee thrown on him as well. This is just the bloody cherry on top of the cake. He looks down...and nope, nope THIS this right here is the ironic cherry. Ugh.]
Oh. It's you.
[Hi, howdy. ]
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"It's you"? That's what you have to say? How about "sorry about your frappuchino, something this delicious shouldn't be wasted like that"?
[He closes one eye and sticks the tip of his tongue out, picking inside his cup to check if there's anything left. This is his special gift for himself! Why does this happen to him? He thought he would be free of the man with no Mrs Bennet around to ask him for chores.]
What are you doing out in the cold anyway? I thought old kangaroos like you hated getting their cracking bones chilly.
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[Just buy a new coffee, Jack, good lord. He exhales.]
I was taking a walk, even I can't stay cooped up all day. And my bones aren't cracking, Arse. Anyway, now I have to go back and change my shirt so I don't wind up with hypothermia.
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[This is serious business! It's not like he has that much money to spare! That last comment makes him roll his eyes.]
Hypothermia. Right. Your bones aren't cracking but damn, you're still an old man. Isn't your body supposed to be like super resistant and healthy with all that exercise you do?
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[He's not buying you a damn coffee, god!
I'm not old, I'm just not used to your horrible bloody winters. No amount of healthy eating will fix that. [He turns and starts back towards his store with a disgruntled huff. He does pause to glance over his shoulders, though. ]
You comin? I probably go some of your sludge in the coffee pot.
[He won't buy you a coffee but he'll make one. Begrudgingly. ]
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[He has more snark to add, but the invitation takes him by surprise. Eyebrows raised and eyes wide, he stares at the man for a moment before speaking again. While he and Bunnymund have managed to have a few decent conversations a couple of times Jack has come by to pick up Mrs Bennet's orders, there's a big difference between that and this.]
...so what's the catch? You planning to poison me with the stuff you use on your plants against bugs?
[But he follows him inside anyway!]
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[He's just saying it as a point of contention in all honesty. He scoffs in amusement, stepping inside, checking absent-mindedly on a few flowers as he walks past them towards the back of the shop.
]
Yeah, sure. That's what I'm gonna do. I'm bringing you back here to poison you and turn you into fertiliser. You worked out my cunning plan. You're so crafty. Wow.
[He steps into his back room, and up some (decidedly creepy) stairs up to the small apartment inside his shop. It's unsurprisingly covered in plants, though a lot of paintings adorn the walls-
a clue to their origin an easel propped up in one corner.
Bunnymund strides past it all, waving a hand to a door on the side, a kitchen. He heads to his room,
for a new shirt must be had.]
Coffee's in there.
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[But honestly, Jack sounds amused, too. He isn't sure how this has became teasing and not an actual argument, but he finds himself not really minding it.
Jack soon falls silent though, now isn't that a miracle? He has been expecting some coffee machine at the back of the shop, not actually getting to see the guy's apartment. The plants don't surprise him, but the paintings do, especially when he notices the easel.]
...you painted all these?
[Totally didn't see that one coming. Coffee is forgotten for now, Jack is staring at the walls now, empty frappuchino cup still on his hands.]
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[His voice sounds from his room as he goes rummaging around for a clean shirt. ]
'Course I did. Don't touch them.
[Because he feels that is clearly a warning that must be given out. ]
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I'm not a little kid, don't treat me like one.
[He says as he puts his free hand back in the pocket of his hoodie. Oops? Since when can this guy read him so well? This is so dumb.]
...you're really good. Can't you do this instead of the shop?
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[Oh, he feels it, but he knows what Jack was gonna do, too. He knows.
He comes back through, still in the process of putting the fresh shirt on. Jack can enjoy those abs. ]
Because it's a hobby. If I did it for a living, it wouldn't be a thing I can do to relax. [He rolls his shoulders, smiling faintly. ]
Thanks for the compliment, though. Didn't know you could do those.
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[His snarky response is interrupted when Jack gets a glimpse of that body he always teases the guy for. The clothes have always give him an idea, but actually seeing it and confirming is a different deal.
It's not like he didn't notice that the guy was attractive before, but that was ruined two seconds later when he opened his mouth.
It's that memory of their first argument that brings him back to reality, and Jack shakes his head, snapping out of it.]
...what was that about your art again?
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Eyes up here.
[Away go the abbs, for now. Bye abbs. ]
I said that if I did it for money, it wouldn't be a hobby any more. I do it to relax.
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That last part though. Jack frowns at the paintings in front of him, lost in thought, coffee forgotten for now.]
Shouldn't it be the other way around? Doing what you love and just happening to get money from it? [He brings this up for a reason, personal reasons, and he knows it could take a dangerous path. But he can't help it. It's not like he has many people to talk to.] Or you don't think you can't make a living from it with relaxation?
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I love my plants. I love growing them and fixing them up for people. [Which he does. ] It's just as relaxing. But I want something that's just mine. And this is it.
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Something that's just yours...
[Jack pauses, staring at the paintings again. Obviously something about this is getting to him, but he's stubborn.]
...thanksforsharing.
[It's mumbled rather quickly and not looking at man's face. And just like that, his shitty grin comes back, mischief in his eyes returning as he barges in the kitchen.]
So does Ozzie coffee spin the other way when you stir it?