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The roof: Sunday evening

This particular Sunday, the roof was not a roof of emo. At least not so far. It was, if you had to assign it an emotion, a roof of tired smugness.

This would be because Jack was sitting on the edge, dangling his legs over, eating pizza and watching the sun set, feeling both tired and smug. It had been a very long week, but it had had an extremely satisfactory conclusion.

As long as no one killed him for messing with their stuff (and he was seriously considering denying all knowledge and memory of those incidents from here on out) he was going to call it a success.

[It's a roof -- unless a mad team of dimension-hopping builders suddenly appear in a blinding flash of light and erect a gazebo or something, it's going to keep being open! So, yes, of course, open, and Jack will happily share his pizza. I go AFK for a bit, but I'll be back.]

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Now that wasn't fair, Jack pulling out that smile. Irulan clung to her annoyance, she might be, if she wasn't who she was, be sulking. "One of my headdress was scratched."

"How can I make it up to you?" he asked, stepping closer and resting his hand on her shoulder, still smiling that smile. "Anything you want, just name it."

Irulan could feel her annoyance melting at the continued onslaught of The Smile and now he stepped it up with a touch to the shoulder. "My headdress is expensive!" She warned, unfortunately she said it at the sametime as her stomach reminded her she still hadn't eaten supper yet.

Jack grinned at the sound. "Hmm, okay, well how about we eat pizza while we figure out what I can do to make up for my headdress scratching." Jack led the way back to the side of the building and sat down, pointing at the pizza. "Here, have a piece. It'll help you think."

She followed Jack, took a piece of pizza but still felt compelled to say, "This does not mean I will forget, Jack Harkness!"

"Of course not, of course not," he said soothingly. "It really wasn't me, you know. But I'll still make it up to you. I could," he made a show of thinking about it, then smiled the smile again, "take you out for ice cream?"

"I suppose its one of the Fandom peculiarties," she said reluctantly, curse the smile her annoyance was wilting away. Now it felt like she was holding on to a string instead the blistering one she felt earlier. Even more reluctantly Irulan admitted, "I do like ice cream."

"I thought you might." Jack looked briefly smug as he nibbled on a slice of pizza. "So ice cream and a new headdress and all will be forgiven?"

She nibbled on her pizza, she's on the verge of forgiving him but she'd rather not come out and say out right and said instead, "Perhaps, we shall see."

And suddenly there were puppy dog eyes and a sad face. "Aww, Irulan, don't you like me anymore?"

Oh, no not that! Anything but that.

"I am not affected by your imploring eyes," she said faintly, "I am still annoyed. Your puppy eyes have no effect whatsoever."

Liar.

Hmm, this would never do.

Jack sighed sadly and rested his head on her shoulder, tipping his head to glance up at her, puppy dog eyes still in full effect.

Meep.

Goodbye resolve, hello soft heart. "Yes, alright, I forgive you!"

Great mother and she hoped to be an Emperess? The great, swift terrible hand of humanity?

"Excellent!" Jack straightened, not even the tiniest trace of sadness or puppy eyes left, a bright beaming smile in their place. "You're very kind, and we will go out for ice cream. This week maybe?"

"You get your way too much, Jack Harkness!" She said, frustrated but again the beaming smile got in the way of her indignation. "I will hold you to the ice cream and we will do it this week."

He tried to look contrite, but what he mostly looked was smug. "Okay. How about Tuesday morning?" he suggested. "And you can even trounce me in the gym, first, if you want to start teaching me that knife-fighting you told me about."

Oooh, he was insufferable, "Yes, Tuesday morning will do and yes, there would be knife fighting."

There might be more than a hint of a petulant threat there.

Yes. Yes, he really was. "I promise to let you wipe the floor with me," he told her, eyes sparkling. "If it'll make you feel better about your headdresses."

"Perhaps," Irulan said, cheered some what. "But I think you will like knife fighting."

"As long as you don't slice off any important bits while you're teaching me," and he grinned to show he was teasing, "I'm sure I will."

"Oh, no, no bits slicing," Irulan said firmly, "And I think it would be hard to slice anything off since we shall be utilizing training daggers and knives."

"Oh good, you're going to be gentle with me," he said, feigning relief. "I was worried."

"I always go gentle on you, Jack," she said entirely too innocently.

Jack laughed, absolutely delighted. "You go way too easy on me," he said. "But it's hard not to, as wonderful as I am."

"Hmph, that is true," Irulan took the onion and impulsively flicked it at him and gaped at what she had done.

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