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[medals]

Uh huh. [Well, like, technically he's right, but also Jem has seen him go from flirt master 8000 to who do you think you're looking at asshole in .0001 seconds. She'd also, just once, like to pretend she's normal again. 'Normal' being subjective, she supposes, given that her old normal was, well, zombies. ]

Not everybody, but I've seen you physically thinking about it. Like - [imitating his upset, murder-sulk face before she's grinning again, ] - that.

[broil]

[ Petre makes a face, then quickly moves his fingers to smooth out the lines she's creating with the pretend-murder-sulk. ] That really doesn't suit you. And looks nothing like me. You fail. F.

[medals]

Liar, it looked exactly like you.

[It didn't, of course, because nobody can really do Petre's signature sulk. But still, it got him to touch her face and Jem's become such a sappy, love sick idiot over the last year. Years. ]

[broil]

Nope. F. I said it, and there's no taking it back. Sorry.

[ He pouts, mocking this sulking thing she insists he does, and wraps his arms around her. It would be sweet if he wasn't just a possessive asshole. ]

You're gonna have to pay for it too.

[medals]

Oh no, penalties from the big bad demon.

[It still feels sweet. Jem squeezes him around the middle, looking not a little bit perturbed at all. ]

Whatever will I do?

[broil]

[ hmmmmmmmm. ]

We could do that thing I've always wanted.

[medals]

Which thing, specifically?

[Because, well. There's a lot Petre??]

[broil]

[i actually don't know which thing you come up with it]

[medals]

[wow i thought you had a whole thing planned here

now i gotta brainstorm]

[broil]

You know which one.

[ leaning in... ]

I take you out to a nice restaurant, you wear a nice little skirt for me...

[ then take off her underwear and let him do the rest. Normal stuff. ]

[medals]

[Oh. Her head ducks down, cheeks going a little red. ]

Really, you're such an exhibitionist. [How she manages to still get embarrassed by anything is a miracle of some sort. ] Fine.

[broil]

You should be thanking me. Food and sex, it's what you've always wanted.

[ And his very own Jem blushing red in front of him is what he's always wanted. ]

[medals]

Yeah, in private.

[Where no one can see her trying to keep a straight face and where she doesn't actually have to keep a straight face. ]

When, though?

[broil]

It counts as private if nobody finds out.

[ his logic is great. ]

[medals]

Oh, of course.

[his logic is dumb. but, she tilts her head up to peck him on the mouth anyway. not that he especially deserves it. ]

[broil]

[ A peck is fine because he's totally getting what he wants now. (Wait when doesn't he.) He then grabs her hand and decides it's time for them to get outta here. When did he get so dopey? Whatever, just don't mention it to him, he'll sulk. ]

[medals]

[on some level, Jem knows that she's got him wrapped her little finger. Similarly, she's wrapped around his too. She doesn't protest as her hands taken and she's dragged off. They've loitered enough, probably, and she would prefer to keep being this sappy without outside seeing them, too. ]