fandomhighdorms | The deck, Saturday afternoon

Yeah, Jak was going to keep snagging items out of the air today, wasn't he? Especially the noisy, noisy noisemakers. He nodded again, though, and patted his stomach. He was pretty hungry as it was, and there hadn't been anything conveniently edible falling out of the sky today!

... IT had been weird, yesterday, but Jak was okay with a certain level of weird. As long as it meant he didn't wind up stuck to the floor or something.

He would've proposed a race, too, but... he had no clue where JGoB was, as you could tell by the glancing over his shoulder in confusion part.

Dinah smirked, and took the hat off her head. Racing would've been cool, but just doing a run would be fun too. And she'd probably lose and lose badly the first time she and Jak raced. "Follow me. I bet we can make it in less than five minutes, if we don't run into a herd of baby moose."

And so saying, she ran straight for the wall around the grounds, looking like she'd smack into it.

...Whoa.

Maybe she could jump high enough to scale it? Jak could, but he didn't know how she'd--

... Yes, he was just going to run after her, in case she wound up wounding herself.

Too breathless to giggle, Dinah bounced off the wall to snag a low branch on a nearby tree, swung up, caught her breath, then leaped up on top of the wall, then did laugh when she saw that Jak was right behind her. "Like this!"

And jumped the ten feet down to the ground, rolling before getting back to her feet. Thank God for reserves, and the time she and Jack O'Neill had scoped the fastest route to the Causeway.

Okay, that had been pretty good, but he could do that better! A smug grin curled across Jak's face, as he neared the wall, then jumped once, his head and most of his body popping up behind it-- and then jumped again before he as much as descended, pushing off of a platform that simply wasn't there.

His fingers lightly touched the top of the wall, but the rest of him was already heading down towards the ground on the other side. He touched down neatly.

Dinah gaped at him as he landed, and demanded, "How did you do that?" Because it looked like he teleported, or levitated, and jeez! Even as she took off down the street, whipping around one corner headed toward J,GoB.

Jak shrugged one shoulder as he ran along. Nothing big. Really. He'd just been able to do that since birth. Noooothing special there.

Unless she thought it was special, obviously.

"Can you show me how to do that?" Dinah demanded. "You think?" Downhill, picking up speed, and jumping up on a bench then off, and using a streetlight to change her trajectory. "It looked cool."

Hey, Jak was getting the hang of this game already! ... Not that he was ever liable to do anything like this back in Sandover. At all. Really. He shrugged again, and shook his head with a pained expression. He just kind of knew how? It came like that--

--and to keep in the spirit of things, he dropped, rolled down the hill, then leapt several feet out of his crouch and onwards. Not that he was showing off. No.

Naaah, never. You could tell. He'd never do that. Nope.

Especially with the way Dinah almost fell into a gutter watching that. "Ooo!" Okay, try to be blase', Lance. Sort of. And pick up speed and bounce off a wall to gain momentum and try to catch up. "Dude!"

Okay, New Gotham style, then; Dinah had to leap for a low-lying fire escape, and swing off it to back-flip off it and land on a dumpster, then leap off that. Not as impressive, but still. Not that she was trying to show off. At all. Unh-uh.

...Yes, Jak had to throw a quick look over his shoulder to watch that, because it was still pretty cool. Come on!

... He narrowly avoided running into a dumpster himself.

One hop got him in top of it, though, and then he kept on running. Were they almost there yet? He didn't care.

Almost! This was the fun part, too.

Dinah narrowed her eyes, and built up speed to leap up onto a loading dock, then to the outside air duct sticking out from the building, then the roof. Wheee!

And rushed across and leaped from that roof across to the next one, a fifteen foot jump.

Jak would so have no problem with that, she was sure.

Please. ~~Jak's platformer roots were singing~~ He pushed off of the dumpster, up onto the highest story he could using the two-jump, crouched, leapt again - hig - got onto the roof, and took off into a dash.

Once he neared the far end of the roof, he fell back into a roll, and leapt again, crossing the distance without any issue and rolling nimbly back up onto his feet.

"Yes! Dinah cheered. "Knew it." Then proceeded to the fire escape, which she climbed down rather than used as a staircase, and landed on the sidewalk right in front of J,GoB. Then checked her watch. "Ha! Four minutes forty seconds. Yes! High-five!"

He could do that! ... More impressively, even, as he leapt off when he was still several feet above, and landed on his own two feet.

As soon as he did, he snapped his hand up into the high-five position.

Dinah slapped hers against his, beaming at him, and then realized she was holding on a little too long there. "Coooool." She let go and pushed her hair behind her ear, still smiling, and gave a silly bow to the door. "Cupcakes await us."

Jak was smiling back by the time she broke away, and... probably continued to do so as he padded towards the door, feeling more than a little pleased with himself. He was good.

(And she was more than a little cute. He was sixteen. He was totally allowed to show off and--)

He pushed the door open, holding it for a moment while he waited for her to join him.

Dinah bounced through the door of one of her fave places on the Island, and shot him a big smile as she reached the glassed-in displays.

"Right. So. Cupcakes. How many, do you think?"

And he was cute, and he could keep up, heck, he could set the pace....

Please don't mind Jak. He's a little busy plastering his face to the display.

He was going to blame it on the absence of Daxter. Daxter would've splayed himself all over it. He pushed away a little later, and held up his hand. Five. Did she think they could do five each?

Dinah's eyes got huge, then she chortled. "Sure. Why not?" And if they couldn't eat them all they could give them away, maybe? "Why don't we just go with two dozen, and see what happens?"

Or that would work. Jak nodded firmly, then waved at the man behind the counter. And pointed. Could they have some of those? Now, please?

He glanced back at Dinah. She... was going to have to deal with the amount part. He didn't have enough fingers for one dozen, let alone two.

Dinah was already on it, digging into her pocket for her wallet. "Hi, can we have two dozen?" she asked the counter guy. "And maybe oh, five of those chocolate chip cookie too?"

What? They might get the munchies on the way back.

"Sure thing, Dinah." The counter guy was snickering and shaking his head. "And a Red Alert, right?"

"Ooo, better make that two. You'll like this stuff," she told Jak.

Hey, it was all fine with Jak! He kind of had a metabolism, here.

...Although the Red Alert thing made him look a little more cautious, shooting Dinah another questioning look. He'd had Red Bull - he mimed a bull - the other day. Jono hadn't been very appreciative of that (not that it would stop Jak, again, if the mood struck) and he'd rather be sure none of this would end in roommates being thrown out of windows.

Dinah giggled at the horns and stomping, then paused, eyes widening. "Red Bull? Oh this doesn't have the same stuff in it. Although it's still kind of, mmmm, zippy?" She grinned, opened her bottle, and toasted him. "To Random Decoration Day!" And chugged a third of it in one go.

Ahhhhh! Caffiene buzzzzzz.

Somewhere, Jono was just going to cry, man.

Jak opened up his bottle (and wondered why they kept calling this stuff red when it was obviously blue eco-powered) and slammed it back the same way Dinah had, his eyes widening at the taste of it.

At least he wasn't coughing?

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