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Wednesday Morning, the Deck

Jack was bouncing a ball off the furniture and the steps outside on the deck. It was too early to be ~~emo~~ contemplative on the roof, so the deck was the next best place as he sat and thought about things. About Fandom. About the people here. About.... where he would be this time next year.

And if he'd ticked off Karla that other day. Hey, he got pizza out of it, couldn't be too bad.

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"I need to change. I can't wear these to swim in, I'll sink like a stone!"

Heavy clothes are not good for swimming. He shucked off those awesome boots.

"You're...leaving? Going to go change then?" Karla asked, a little disappointed.

"Well, I can't just swim in my underwear," he pointed out.

With words. Pointed out verbally.

"Hmm," she said, thinking. Had Morton been there, he would have taken one look at Karla and began running in the opposite direction, without waiting to hear whatever it was she'd been thinking about. "What do males wear for underwear? I've never known."

"I wear boxers," he said. "Some guys wear briefs, and some don't wear any," he said with a shrug. Common knowledge. There's the boxer-brief option, but that wasn't talked about.

"And all that means...?" Karla poked at him. "You can't just talk and expect me to keep up, you know. I'm from another world, remember?" She liked the feel of his skin under her finger, so she poked him again.

"Well, they're like shorts, but without pockets, and thinner material. Like cotton, or like silk," he said, poking her back. Oh, Mr. Innocent here.

"What do you like to wear?" Turnaround is fair play.

"Depends on what I'm wearing," she answered carelessly, poking him again. "I try to get away with wearing as little as possible. Since you can barely call these lovely little beestings tits--" ~~That is Karla's line from canon, do not blame the mun~~ "--I generally don't have to wear anything up top. Sometimes I wear corsets for the Widow's Weeds, though."

Jack stared at her...assets. "Look fine to me," he said. "But you've got to wear something. Unless you just run around shirtless all the time back home," he said, going to a mental happy place.

Oooh, poking. Wait. No. That was her.

"Well of course I wear shirts, Jack. Jack? JACK!" She gave him a good, hard poke in the ribs,

[Must to bed. night!]

"Just making sure!" he replied, poking her back, as hard as she poked him.

Uh. Not dirty. Well, no, not really dirty. Because if there were dirtiness involved, then the clothes would have to be thrown in the wash and that just wouldn't do, right? Right.

[Niiiiiight!]

His finger hit her shield, causing her to laugh. "I'm not an idiot, Jack."

"Just making sure. They tend to frown on shirtless people, unless they're male. Or animal," he said, thinking of his roommate. "So it's just shirtless women." He left it unvoiced that they may be the best kind of shirtless.

"Weren't you going to get changed?" she asked. "Or did you want to keep talking about clothing?" She sounded a bit sulky.

"Sure. Lemme grab my suit out of my room," he said, and dashed upstairs. ~~If Karla didn't follow, he'd be back very quickly. If she did, then...let's just hope Robin wasn't in the room.~~

It went against her better judgment, but Karla followed. She told herself that it was because she was bored and talking to Jack wasn't boring, but she couldn't deny the little tingle of excitement she felt. And she had the oddest urge to giggle.

Robin was ~~shamelessly modded to be~~ not in the room as Jack hurriedly opened the door, flinging his boots on his side of the room. He shucked off his pants (and those went flying), and he was rummaging through his things wearing only boxers and a huge grin.

He had neglected to shut the door completely behind him. Not exactly an invitation, not exactly not an invitation.

Karla tapped on the door. "Can I come in?" she called.

[Setting yourself up to be my co-lecturer are you?]

"Sure thing, just a moment," he said, bent over, trying to find his suit in the bag. No? Dresser? Hrm. Maybe?

[.......yes. With apologies to Robin!Mun, who can certainly have the room for the weekend if he asks]

Karla counted to ten, assumed that a moment had passed, and walked in. "Ja--oh! OH! Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful!"

"Wha??" He spun around, still holding the duffel bag...which he held in front of his still-wearing-boxers area. "Um. Hi."

He was confused. His ass caused hellfire? It wasn't even chili night!

"I--oh--umm...So, those are boxers?" she asked, face aflame (and a lot of chest, too), looking up at the ceiling. "Right. I, umm, understand now."

Chili night?! Smooth narration, Jack.

"Yes. These are boxers. Not quite the tightywhiteys, but...they're nice." He turned a bit, modeling them for her. A bit clingy, yes. Dark and patterned.

"Found it!" He held up his suit, which looked an awful lot like his boxers: thin fabric, baggy.

"I should change," he said, looking at her ~~flaming chest~~ blush and managing to match most of it himself. He'd be moving any moment. Really.

...on those nights, it's better for all involved if Jack slept on the roof. Of another building. In another state.

There was no more denying what those feelings were. Karla flailed a little internally, flush getting that much darker. She started trembling. "I...uhh...I gotta go," she said, voice strangled. "Sorry! I just remembered I've got to work on a presentation on shielding for the Magic Reserves." Anything to get out of there. "Gotta go!" she said, taking off at a dead run back to her dorm room. "I liked your boxers!" she yelled back down that hall. "You wear them quite nicely!"

Karla has...issues. Lots of them. Sorry.

Jack was standing there, a bit deflated, his hands full, and alone. So sad.

...at least she liked his boxers? "Well, dammit."

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