[ Alright, any chance of keeping up with the whole text shindig is totally thrown out the window the minute he sends those texts and he promptly gets a look of disgust with a ]
[ There might be a shiver at the thought and her tongue sticking out before she reaches for a pillow and chucks it towards him, not even caring if he dodges it.
And... if lounging around in pj shorts and band tee are considered hot then, yeah, she looks hot-- shirt looking to be that Pink Floyd one texted about earlier on, actually. ]
Don't know.
[ Cue the shrug and innocent smile to him as she says that. ]
[He doesn't dodge, it'd be too easy - instead he catches it, hugging it to his chest as he pads barefoot toward her bed to crash on it with a bellyflop. It's then that he really focuses on her, narrowing his eyes because yeah, that's real funny.]
Yeah, well - so it looks better on you than it does on me but you don't need to flaunt it. [Only, please continue to do so. He suddenly doesn't miss having it back in his closet so much as he enjoys knowing she wears it. Sleeps in it. Is in it right now. Right, stop staring Peter.]
[ Oh she doesn't, does she? Well, then he won't mind if she takes it off, right? But... actually, he might like that, so it's going to stay on, sorry, Peter.
She does, however, reach around to pull out the box of rainbow chip cookies and shakes it a little to show that, yes, there's still quite a few left, holding the box out towards him. ]
Yeah, I guess I can be nice and let your loan continue. [He says, perking up at the notion of food and reaching for the cookies with a straining stretch of his arm. He'll just lay here and eat unless told not to, in which case he'll still lay there and eat with a defensive groan.]
[ Jean herself is upright on her bed, legs stretched out with a pillow tucked behind her back, magazine in her lap and phone nearby since, well, this had all started as a couple texts between each other. She's not too worried about anyone coming in anytime soon what with her telepathy being able to alert her and Peter being so fast and all.
But she does make a bit of a face after she cracks open her magazine at the whole interest comment which just makes her laugh a little as she flips through a couple pages. ]
One and a half. [He decides arbitrarily, rolling closer to her side and sitting up to then mimic her with a pillow behind his back. And the jug of milk now in his lap, still sans-glass. He's already two cookies into the pack but pacing himself, slowly unscrewing the cap from the gallon jug.]
The normal going rate's two, but I cut you a deal. You're welcome.
[ Well, at least it isn't a twinkie, a hostess cake, and a box of rainbow chip cookies, so. There's that. ]
You're so kind, Peter.
[ She grins as she says that, looking to him with a bump of her shoulder against his before she looks back to her magazine... and maybe lays her head against his shoulder. ]
I'd offer you one of mine to wear but... not so sure it'd look as good on you.
Excuse you, I would look amazing. I'm not afraid of showing a little skin. [He says, taking a sip of milk and wiping his lip dry.
Don't make him emphasize his point in a crop top, for your sake Jean.] Milk? [He offers before trying to figure out how to dunk a cookie into the jug.]
[He's immersed in trying to figure an answer to his issue, snapping a cookie in half and attempting to dunk it through the narrow lip of the jug. While doing so he nudges the cookie package closer to her, because sharing is caring.]
I'm so making a list for the next time Hank goes shopping. I'm tired of healthy snap-pea this and thats.
[ It's his own fault for not bothering to zip off and grab a glass or two, so, this should be good with the whole whether or not he can dunk a cookie in a jug of milk. ]
You're not going to end up putting every type of cookie and ding dongs on there, are you?
[ She grins and reaches into the package for a cookie, snapping half of it off to pop into her mouth. ]
[It's not wooooorking. He just eats the dry cookie, leaning back against the headboard - speaking with his mouth full:] That is exactly what I am going to do.
[ The thought alone may have just blown her mind or she's simply teasing the speedster. Either way, she glances to him with half a cookie in her mouth and wiggles it a little with a smile, almost as if daring him to take it from her mouth with his. ]
Well, more a figure of speech for me, but... [He's never really put it to the test whether or not he can get tired. Maybe he should some time.
He looks at the cookie and it's a good thing you're taunting him with it Jean, he was about to make a bad decision of mixing cookie and milk in his mouth. Instead he just leans in close to see if he can take a bite off the cookie;s edge instead.]
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Never mind. I don't want to know.
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here :-)
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I can see that.
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do I really have to go out for the glasses again
can't we just drink out of the jug
my spit is your spit, your spit is my spit
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Ew, Peter, no.
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You look hot, by the way. [Mile a minute, he's already distracted looking around her room.] Did you really lose my shirt?
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[ There might be a shiver at the thought and her tongue sticking out before she reaches for a pillow and chucks it towards him, not even caring if he dodges it.
And... if lounging around in pj shorts and band tee are considered hot then, yeah, she looks hot-- shirt looking to be that Pink Floyd one texted about earlier on, actually. ]
Don't know.
[ Cue the shrug and innocent smile to him as she says that. ]
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Yeah, well - so it looks better on you than it does on me but you don't need to flaunt it. [Only, please continue to do so. He suddenly doesn't miss having it back in his closet so much as he enjoys knowing she wears it. Sleeps in it. Is in it right now. Right, stop staring Peter.]
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She does, however, reach around to pull out the box of rainbow chip cookies and shakes it a little to show that, yes, there's still quite a few left, holding the box out towards him. ]
So, what? You want me to give it back later?
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Just know you're accumulating interest.
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But she does make a bit of a face after she cracks open her magazine at the whole interest comment which just makes her laugh a little as she flips through a couple pages. ]
How much? A twinkie a day?
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The normal going rate's two, but I cut you a deal. You're welcome.
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You're so kind, Peter.
[ She grins as she says that, looking to him with a bump of her shoulder against his before she looks back to her magazine... and maybe lays her head against his shoulder. ]
I'd offer you one of mine to wear but... not so sure it'd look as good on you.
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Don't make him emphasize his point in a crop top, for your sake Jean.] Milk? [He offers before trying to figure out how to dunk a cookie into the jug.]
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No thanks, but. [ A pause, she lifts her head up to look at him. ] I'll take another cookie if you can let one go.
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I'm so making a list for the next time Hank goes shopping. I'm tired of healthy snap-pea this and thats.
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You're not going to end up putting every type of cookie and ding dongs on there, are you?
[ She grins and reaches into the package for a cookie, snapping half of it off to pop into her mouth. ]
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Stealing my own stockpile gets tiring, y'know?
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[ The thought alone may have just blown her mind or she's simply teasing the speedster. Either way, she glances to him with half a cookie in her mouth and wiggles it a little with a smile, almost as if daring him to take it from her mouth with his. ]
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He looks at the cookie and it's a good thing you're taunting him with it Jean, he was about to make a bad decision of mixing cookie and milk in his mouth. Instead he just leans in close to see if he can take a bite off the cookie;s edge instead.]