Wednesday Morning, the Deck

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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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"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!

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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


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