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[underachievement]

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[underachievement]

Sad isn't the word I'd use
What do you miss about them?

[oorah]

the powers didn't suck

well. except when the ydid

[underachievement]

They were handy in bed

[oorah]

what for pushing me out of it? you can still do that without breaking a sweat

[underachievement]

For giving you a heads up before I push you out of it

[oorah]

careful that was kind of sweet

[underachievement]

Relax. I don't want to break your ribs.
At most, that's just basic human decency

[oorah]

i could sleep on the floor if it'll make you feel better

[underachievement]

Maybe if we still slept together every night
I'll play it case by case, keeping that offer in mind

[oorah]

do you want to? sleep together every night.

[underachievement]

[ suuuch a long three minutes later ]

I didn't mind it

[oorah]

good to know.

but if you want to come over tonight, i know the mutts miss you.

[underachievement]

Yeah I think I can pencil them in
Is there anything I should pick up on the way? [ regardless of if it's needed. there's so much, and they don't have to make any of it themselves, and it's great and hideous, god bless america ]

[oorah]

you eat dinner yet?

[underachievement]

I was gonna grab takeout [ at some point. tonight? ... 50/50. ]

[oorah]

want to grab enough for two?

[underachievement]

You have no allergies right?

[oorah]

nope. but you knew that already.

[underachievement]

Then I'm double checking
Not that it wouldn't be funny if a peanut killed you.

[oorah]

i'd like to see it try

[underachievement]

I don't know what to say to that

[oorah]

just say you're on your way. you made me hungry.

[underachievement]

I'm grabbing my toothbrush and shit
I'm pre-on my way

[oorah]

ok fine i'll see you soon

[underachievement]

Yep

[ She loves not using military jargon.

Along with her toothbrush, Jess packs a fresh shirt and underwear, that are folded on either side of a mostly full bottle of bourbon. Lastly, her phone charger, in case his is occupied or incompatibly outdated. She locks her door and heads out, then has to mill around the dead lobby of the restaurant for eight minutes. She browses the missed calls on her phone until their order has finished cooking. The final leg of the journey is the shortest; there's nothing to delay her along the remaining twelve blocks. The smell of sautéed vegetables and peanut sauce us her intolerably tempting companion the whole way.

Jess knocks curtly on the door, prepared to hand off the plastic bag stacked with boxes of pad thai. Ideally, she would bee line for the kitchen and serve herself right away, but the dogs won't have it. ]