4th Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair had some time before his prophecy lab and decided to cook breakfast. Or cut up breakfast, since he decided to make fruit salad.

Well, that was what he was doing before he decided strawberries were good for juggling.

[ooc: so so bored this morning. open!]

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[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going all caveman on you!" Jim protested, seriously ruffled. "Geez. Can't a guy go on one simple little date . . . It's just a picnic, for godssake."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Go on the date, man. I'm just saying don't act like a caveman with Lana."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't planning on it in the first place!"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Good. I'm glad we had this talk then."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"Talk? What talk? All you did was . . . I didn't . . . argh!" Jim threw up his hands, turning away.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, man. You just remember that." Blair muttered.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"Remember what?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"uh....what I said?" Blair fumbled.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"Not to be a caveman? I already said that I had no intention of doing that! Why do you think I'm such a bad guy?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"...You're tall?" Blair frowned. "You were really grumpy when I first met you. You have that look."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"I had a black eye and was just dumped at a boarding school against my will, of course I was grumpy," Jim grumbled. "And everyone's tall compared to you. And what look?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Are you calling me short?" Blair growled.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim just looked at him, eyebrow raised, from his very definitely height advantage.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair just glared...up...at Jim for a long moment. Then he stood on his tiptoes.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim raised his chin a bare centimetre. "Yes?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"I'm not short."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"You're just freakishly tall."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"Freakishly tall?" Jim scoffed. "Freakish? Me?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair started humming the jolly green giant theme song.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim scowled, stomping past him to rinse out his now-empty fruit salad bowl.

Totally not whistling 'Heigh-ho, heigh-ho'.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair glared and a strawberry sailed across the room aiming for the back of Jim's head.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Jim leaned sideways and it splattered against the cupboard. His whistling redoubled.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Honeydew melon cubes hopefully have better aim.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Jim turned, scowling, breaking off mid-'ho'.