The Great Jecht (
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ObJECHTionable Behavior
Who: The Great Jecht
What: Hearts shenanigans!
When: February 14 (backdated, gasp!)
Where: Honestly pretty much anywhere it's convenient
Warnings: Jecht can be an idiot?
It's Time to D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DUEEEEEL
Maybe it's a coffee shop. Maybe it's a restaurant. But there you were, minding your own business, when suddenly --
WHACK! A beefy hand slaps down a piece of paper on the table or counter. When Jecht lifted it away, he revealed a large # on the paper -- with an X scrawled in the upper-left, and a pencil still rocking slightly from the force of his dynamic entry.
"Your move," he said, aggressively claiming the nearest seat.
Who Wouldn't Want To Know a Football Star
"Well, I'll be damned!"
That's all the warning Jecht offered before he strolled right up, getting ready to fling an arm companionably around his long-lost friend. A sensible person might stop to ask himself a few pertinent questions right then and there, or maybe at least be a little circumspect or reserved.
Guess how much sense Jecht had. Just guess.
"How the hell long has it been? All the technology and stuff today and two people can still lose touch."
Hay Gurl Hay (closed to Yoyo)
The door to Jecht's place was unlocked, of course. He never bothered to lock it when he was home, 'cept at night. But instead of out in the pool or even kicked back watching some TV, when Yotsuyu came in she'd find him sprawled on the couch, in shorts and shirtless, with one arm over his head and the other flat on the ground. And the house was oddly cool, for all that.
"Uuugh," he said, by way of a hello.
What: Hearts shenanigans!
When: February 14 (backdated, gasp!)
Where: Honestly pretty much anywhere it's convenient
Warnings: Jecht can be an idiot?
It's Time to D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DUEEEEEL
Maybe it's a coffee shop. Maybe it's a restaurant. But there you were, minding your own business, when suddenly --
WHACK! A beefy hand slaps down a piece of paper on the table or counter. When Jecht lifted it away, he revealed a large # on the paper -- with an X scrawled in the upper-left, and a pencil still rocking slightly from the force of his dynamic entry.
"Your move," he said, aggressively claiming the nearest seat.
Who Wouldn't Want To Know a Football Star
"Well, I'll be damned!"
That's all the warning Jecht offered before he strolled right up, getting ready to fling an arm companionably around his long-lost friend. A sensible person might stop to ask himself a few pertinent questions right then and there, or maybe at least be a little circumspect or reserved.
Guess how much sense Jecht had. Just guess.
"How the hell long has it been? All the technology and stuff today and two people can still lose touch."
Hay Gurl Hay (closed to Yoyo)
The door to Jecht's place was unlocked, of course. He never bothered to lock it when he was home, 'cept at night. But instead of out in the pool or even kicked back watching some TV, when Yotsuyu came in she'd find him sprawled on the couch, in shorts and shirtless, with one arm over his head and the other flat on the ground. And the house was oddly cool, for all that.
"Uuugh," he said, by way of a hello.
HAY GURL
"What is wrong with you? Train too hard?" She hadn't brought anything with her--though if she had a beverage, it was likely she'd have simply doused him with it. Nevermind she'd likely be unwittingly helping...
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Jecht eased his arm away from his eyes, offering her a grin. She was still a sight for sore eyes. "You ain't bakin' in here? The heat's all wonky."
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A boba ice smoothie, to judge by the bags of takeout on her wrist. She had some sort of tea for herself, but his was a good old strawberry ice smoothie with tapioca pearls.
"This should help to cool you off, at least!" No, she had no problems depositing most of her burden on the counter, bringing the cold cup and a straw over to the big man.
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Despite his desire to just pour the damn thing on himself, Jecht accepted it and took a big gulp instead of a bath.
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"Is that helping at all? As I said, if it's that bad for you, I'm not certain why you're simply not outside. You don't have a fever, do you?" Swift sea-change there, as Yotsuyu went into Mother Mode for a moment, leaning in to try to rest her hand against his forehead. Well. She couldn't really help that...
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"Besides, how do you know if you've a fever or not? When was the last time you even had one? Or had to be checked out by a team doctor?"
Though it would be obvious to her he didn't have one, eventually. Still, there was something to be said for teasing him. Mostly that it was fun.
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ThoughYotsuyu doubted Anakin would be truly happy to be disturbed at this time of night. Still, he might understand.
"You could always go in the tub, too, and I could dump snow on you, if I could find a bucket." One of those hadn't come with the house, however, so she wasn't sure if Jecht had one.
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"No. It is your house--and remember how I was very careful about the paparazzi and the ease with which they can access you here? You might have to endure my scrutiny, but since when did you care about that?"
Her tub idea was getting better and better--at least, to her.
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