The Wicked Won't Die. [PAFP]

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    "Guitar, bass, and keyboard." Jean recited. She said, stirring the spoons in the mixture before carefully walking to him, offering the hot beverage to him as she sat down, her own held in the other, unextended arm. "If vocals count then that as well."

    rai smiled. "well then, you're officially more musically talented than me," he grinned, then looked at the drink in his hands. hot chocolate? fancy. well, not exactly fancy per se but it was better than water, he supposed. he turned back to her, his smile falling only slightly. "why wouldn't you aunt let you purse music?"

    "She thinks I'll go no where in life, so she said I needed a backup plan, therefore I've been studying rehabilitation and physical therapy for the past two years." Jean stared down at the still swirling brown drink in her hands and lee out a short huff.

    rai sipped at the still-hot drink, swallowing and enjoying the pain of the burn. he stared at the carpet, then smiled a bit. "if it makes you feel better, when i was a kid, i wanted to be a professional cloud tamer," he grinned.

    (That is beautiful, I can't stop laughing XD)


    Jean nearly spewed the hot chocolate from her mouth as she gave a small snort, from the combination of his words and the heat. "A cloud tamer? How would that work?" She tried not to say it sarcastically as to avoid any unwanted offense when she asked the question, or plain rude, for that matter.

    rai smiled a bit more, then shrugged. "i don't know. i didn't have any parents to tell me it was impossible, so until i learned what clouds were made of - which was about when i was thirteen - that was my dream. i bought leashes and everything," he grinned.


    [ oh you're welcome :3 ]

    Jean laughed sipping from the rim of the mug, careful not to touch it to the tip of her tongue, always hating the aftermath. She was quiet, licking her lips as she debated a response. "Parents shouldn't deny you that freedom of choice anyway.." She said quietly, glancing up to him and then back to the mug encased liquid.

    Rai smiled lightly. "Even after I turned fifteen, I kept the leashes. I wanted to be a trainer of some sorts. A dog trainer, cat trainer, any kind of trainer. I just wanted to have the sense of being needed in some way. But..." his voice trailed off and he sipped at the liquid carefully, staring at the floor. His smile fell and he looked at the hot chocolate. He stayed quiet for a few more second, a sad smile replacing his happy one. "But I eventually grew up and faced the truth after a while..."

    "Not everyone needs to grow up.." She took a thick gulp of the drink without thinking, her eyes watering a bit at the burning trail as it went down her throat. She took in a deep breath and then gave a smile. "There are jobs involving animal training, if you wanted to you can still go into that profession.."

    Rai smiled a bit again. "No..." he said quietly, sipping at his drink carefully. "It's behind me now. If I had wanted to go into training, I would have by now. I'm much more interested in chemistries and sciences now anyway..." he said quietly, taking a burning gulp of his drink.

    Jean gave a shrug. "Some people change with age." She put the mug down still half full, deciding she had had enough for a while, at least. "Do you mind me asking your current line of work?" She relaxed as she rested more into the couch, without the risk of staining.

    Rai blinked, looking at her. A few seconds ticked by before he looked back at the ground. What WAS his job? He did have one, yes. He knew that. Besides being a narcissistic idiot, he had a real occupation. Biting the inside of his cheek, he looked at her quickly, then sipped his drink again. "I'm a chemist..." he said quietly.

    "Ah." She rested her head against the small throw pillow. Jean looked between him and just about everywhere else, eyes lingering as to at least try not too make him too uncomfortable. "You aren't going anywhere until that wound is healed. I don't trust you when your at home alone or anything, god only knows what could happen." She stood to get a roll of gauze from the counter where she had previously left it, tossing it towards him. "Scream if you need anything, I'm going to go to sleep."

    rai looked at the gauze thrown at him. letting the gauze fall into his lap, he blinked and looked back up at jean, watching her saunter off. right... well he'll just be here... "sleep well..." he commented quietly, trying not to sound too insanely creepy.

    "Don't you go wandering off on me now, ya hear?" her voice had a sort of lingering in concern. Her blue eyes looked to him one more time before entering her room. Jean sat down on her bed, plopping back before closing her eyes, and drifting into qa light sleep.


    (DUDE I AM SO SORRY.. I have been so inactive :()

    [ it's fine :3 wanna skip to morning? ]

    [ would you mind starting? I've been busy lately and my muse is super drained ]

    (Righty-o)


    Jean gave a muffled groan into her pillow, her hand slinging to the blaring alarm clock as she lazily lifted her head, muttering to herself as she rolled off the edge of the bed, thudding to the floor and landing on a metal music stand, giving another groan as she reached for her upper back , trying to feel the wound.

    i stared at the pan, my lips pursed. i wasn't a five star chef at other people's houses, but i hoped this would do. i placed some crepes on a plate, then some scrambled eggs, fried eggs, bacon, toast, and sauces on their own plates. i smiled a bit and poured some coffee, wondering how jean liked her coffee. i didn't remember if she ever told me so... i just sighed and sat on the counter, tapping my thumbs and trying to wait patiently.