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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 16, 2013 17:03:04 GMT -5
apparently kit's impassioned rant did nothing to the ever unflappable man, but she wasn't going to give up so soon. a childish pout, narrowed eyes, and furrowed eyebrows decorated her features, with crossed arms to top it all off. she harrumphed loud enough for jagd to hear and kicked at the dirt on the floor. "i'm not a masochist. i just want you to be angry with me. and you won't even go to jail, people are too preoccupied with the world going to shit. now get mad." her whine could have made a lesser man buckle. reverting back to her childish state, kit kicked at jagd's feet.
entirely too frustrated to care about jagd, kit stomped over him before her pout evolved into a devious grin. her eyes glinted impishly. without a single word or explanation, kit plopped herself down on the resting jagd. seated rather awkwardly, kit shifted until she had her feet planted firmly on the ground at his sides, elbows resting on her knees. "oh, i'm not going anywhere. i did say i would keep bothering you until you yelled." she sighed in mock content, head resting on her fists. "wonder how long you can keep this up." she commented pleasantly, smiling down at her living seat.
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Post by Gleam on Jan 16, 2013 17:26:31 GMT -5
Jagd raised an eyebrow at Kit again, although this one was accompanied by a widening grin. "Miss Esmane." he said, mirth bubbling in his voice. "If you think it bothers a man to have a woman on his lap, then you have been sorely misinformed as to what peeves the male gender."
He sets his head back down, his eyes closing as well. "Stay right there if you want. That's not something I'm willing to complain about."
A low woof sounds from nearby and Jagd abruptly starts to sit up. And then Magnus flops on top of the pile, neatly filling Jagd's mouth with wet dog fur.
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 16, 2013 17:49:33 GMT -5
his amusement at her utterly serious attempt at getting a rise out of him made her growl. "you think this is funny?" kit relieved jagd of her weight, but only for a moment before dropping heavily back down. "tell me then. what should i do?" she asked through gritted teeth, her tone unpleasantly saccharine. "i've run through my standard gameplan. i've even contemplated peeing on you, but part of me is afraid you'd be into that." she dropped one hand onto chest and clawed what was left of her nails into whatever she could grasp.
before kit could proceed trying to scratch out jagd's eyes, magnus decided to join their little party. too preoccupied with being furious at the man beneath her to be angry at the dog, kit turned to the furry animal and ask, "hey boy, what do you do to get on good old jagd's nerves?" in desperation.
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Post by Gleam on Jan 16, 2013 18:05:44 GMT -5
Jagd shoves the dog off, scowling and spitting out dog hair. "Thanks for the contribution, Magnus." he says sourly, and the husky huffs before poking his master in the ear with a cold nose (extracting a flinch) before trotting over to his bed and laying back down.
The scarred man rubs his ear with a frown before turning back to face Kit, brows furrowed and gaze sharp. "Why is it exactly you want me to be mad? Is this some kind of fetish, ticking people off? Because I'm sorry, I can't provide you with that."
He leans back on his elbows. "You do it regularly if you actually have a standard gameplan for making people angry. Is this just your handicapped version of socializing?"
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 16, 2013 18:24:29 GMT -5
kit cackles gleefully at jagd's expense. she mentally applauds the dog for being a bit more successful than she was in annoying jagd. "okay, so shoving things in your ear and butts in the face equal peeved jagd. noted." her giggles died down at his inquiry. "do i sense a bit of frustration in your tone?" she prods at his cheek with her finger. "and no, it's not a fetish. we'll have to save that conversation for another day." kit straightened up before giving her reply.
"you're just so infuriatingly... smiley all the time. not even happy. you just have this creepy, hollow smile on your face. like earlier." she explained, referencing their little water tower incident. "you were mad, right? instead of yelling you took the creepy route." kit flicked his forehead and gave him a concerned look. "and i don't think you should be criticizing my social skills."
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Post by Gleam on Jan 16, 2013 18:37:03 GMT -5
Jagd paused. "Another day?" he inquires, brows arching. "Okay, so you're not absconding in the middle of the night. Good to know, I guess? Suppose it means I'm at least a decent host"
The corner of his mouth quirks and he catches Kit's finger, pulling it aside. "I wasn't angry, no, I just wanted you to stop. It worked really well. And then suddenly you developed an obsession with prodding me to become dominant again, which, while flattering, is not really an opportunity I'm looking for."
The scarred medic reaches out and clamps a hand on either of Kit's hips and lifts her off without much trouble, even at the odd angle. "And I counter that whatever my mouthgabbling talents may lack, I have running water and food and a house, which renders me more socially competent than you."
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 16, 2013 19:13:44 GMT -5
"mmm? what's this? are you saying you enjoy having me around?" kit chirped, batting her eyelashes in a mock show of naivety. her fun was cut short though, at his preposterous presumption. "pfft. don't flatter yourself. besides, we all know i'm more of a top than you, bottom. you'd make a lovely gimp, if i do say so myself."
she was nearly successful in biting back a squeak of surprise when jagd lifted her off him. her legs flaiedl and kicked at the ground before settling, her face contorted into what she hoped was a feral expression. "having a nice place to sleep doesn't equal social competence." she cocks an eyebrow at him. "ever gone to a party? been on a date? married? had a homoerotic experience? been to jail?" kit fired question after question. "i have." kit hissed intensely.
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Post by Gleam on Jan 16, 2013 20:38:36 GMT -5
Lazily Jagd reaches up with one hand and pokes Kit in the forehead. "You're not allowed to find out. And if you try you will find yourself, instead, in a position of exceeding discomfort. Clear?"
He sits up and cracks his neck to either side, measuring the falling sun with eyes shaded by his other hand. "I don't know precisely why you're proud of being a divorced lesbian with a criminal record, but it takes all sorts, eh? But it's getting late. Let me win this argument indoors. It'll involve less frostbite that way."
Jagd gives Kit a cheeky smile and turns to climb up the ladder.
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 16, 2013 20:55:20 GMT -5
kit swatted away jagd's hand and gasped, as if she had just learned of some great scandal. "you do like having me around." she snorted and clapped her hands in amusement. "and you thought i was the masochist."
with all the bickering kit had tried to instigate, she had completely lost track of time. her forehead creased as she remembered that small gang of teenagers she had been travelling with, before her eyes darted at jagd. while it was true all she ever tried to do was make him angry, she did find his company preferable to that of her old gang. mostly due to the fact that his company happened to come with a shower and free meals.
"oh, if you insist." kit replied cheerfully to his invitation inside. "besides, you haven't even answered any of my questions. did you really think i wouldn't notice?" she pestered, following closely behind him. "so about that criminal record..."
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Post by Gleam on Jan 16, 2013 21:26:20 GMT -5
Jagd climbs the ladder and swings inside the hideout, sweeping aside and bowing to Kit as she enters. "Take your selection of blanket and beanbag or even the mattress if you wish." he intones. "I have little preference, and in fact have a distinct tendency to just snuggle down on a pile of blankets and go to sleep like that."
He toddles back around to his favorite corner and plops himself down on the aforementioned pile of blankets with a sigh, rubbing at his shoulders with a grimace. "In order: yes, I've been to parties, dated, and been to jail - those are all pretty much part of the overseas military experience. But marriage sure as hell isn't, and, eh -"
He shrugs. "Don't ask don't tell doesn't really encourage our rainbow brothers to come on out and have a grand old time."
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 16, 2013 22:17:20 GMT -5
after scaling up after him, kit gave an over exaggerated curtsy to counter his bow. "why thank you, good sir. i'll take the mattress, if you don't mind." she skirted her way to the mattress before plopping down and surveying her host.
she laughed as he went through her laundry list of questions. "i meant back when you were a civvie like the rest of us." she rest on her stomach, hands supporting her head and feet swinging languidly in the air, a painfully typical teenage girl pose. "sooo, what was your life like before all this? give me a run down. anything important. anything memorable. what's your favorite color? any man crushes? these are vital things to know if we're going to be living under one roof."
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Post by Gleam on Jan 16, 2013 22:25:36 GMT -5
Her host snickers. "Traveled around with my mom too much to do any of that. She was an anthropologist doing national studies, so we'd globe-hop all the time. I think I visited fourteen different countries by the time I was eighteen. Try keeping a date or getting invited to a party when you move that much."
He fidgets for a moment, then digs into a chest set beneath the wardrobe next to him; it's an ice chest, and he fills two ziplock baggies with those precious cubes before setting them on the back of his shoulders and neck with a groan, lying flat on his face. "That's so much better." Jagd mumbles. "Anyways. Favorite color? Um, green? And no, I never had a mancrush, but my best damn friend in the world was Rueham Agley, and I signed up to give his ass some company in the service. That count?"
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 16, 2013 22:46:39 GMT -5
kit sighed wistfully when she heard about his international travels. "wish i could have traveled when i was younger. no, my butt was stuck in vegas." her brooding continued as jagd placing a pair of ice packs on his shoulders. "i forgot you were hurt. unfortunately i'm not much of a healer so... you have my condolences?" she shifted uncomfortably for a moment.
she relaxes after he continued to entertain the idea of speaking about himself personally. "yes, that sounds pretty romantic of you." she waggles her eyebrows at him, but the mention of a comrade had kit made her think of her old group. "have you run into any of the gangs yet? i overheard some of the guys in my group talking about how they witnessed an attack on another group by one of the bigger gangs." she looked solemn for a second, begrudgingly concerned for the small group she had left. "do you really think we're safe up here?"
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Post by Gleam on Jan 17, 2013 1:02:40 GMT -5
"Didn't ask you to do anything." Jagd replies, face down in his blankets still; his voice is muffled against the soft wool. "But I ain't the type for stoic suffering - if I hurt I'm going to fix it, not ignore it."
His head turns up and he peers at Kit. "Six times so far. I've killed four of 'em in response. There's another reason I took this tower; you cannot get a better field of fire. Period. And the only way up I can retract, and I keep food on hand up here for just such an occasion. They'll need to go eat before I do. So yes; this place is a fortress, as far as looters are concerned."
He peers out of one cracked eye at Kit. "But if you're really concerned, I can make a run with you to your friends, see if they're alright. I mean, my boat's toast anyways. I need something to do that doesn't involve me exploding in the meanwhile. My health dislikes it."
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 18, 2013 23:52:37 GMT -5
kit blinked at the defenseless looking jagd, tempted to be a pest as per usual. ultimately, she decided against it. there would be many more opportunities to wreck havoc when she wasn't more concerned with lazing about. "well, if you need anything just say so." kit applauded herself silently for her great show of benevolence.
"aren't you worried about being ganged up on? i haven't heard any rumors of a lone wolf hiding out in a water tower, but word is bound to get out that there's a nifty place like this being guarded only by one man and his dog." she folded her arms onto the bed and dropped her head on them. "how did you kill them? you have a gun or something?"
at his offer to help her find her group, kit fell silent. after a few moments she replied, "no... no, too risky. i'm surprised you would even want to leave this place. too dangerous out there- for me, at least." she buried her face into her arms before peeking up above them at jagd. "so, how do you defend yourself?"
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