fandomhighdorms | The deck, Saturday afternoon

...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?

Jono could get in line.

"Ooo. Too much." Dinah stopped to check on Jak, eyes wide with concern. "Or is it the bubbles? Sorry, I love it, maybe it's too different..." Awwww. Dinah was all bummed that she'd introduced him to something he didn't like.

No, no, no, it was fine-- he waved his hand around while he tried to recuperate from unexpected bubbles and shot her a light, if kind of concerned, smile. Then brought the drink back up, and sipped it this time.

With a soft thud, the guy behind the counter put their order down, shooting them a look. "So are you two going to snag a table and plot the apocalypse already, or shall I just take this?"

"Ours!" And Dinah stuck out her tongue as she laid down a twenty, and grabbed a box. "The apocalypse is going to be an unscheduled spontaneous event. Like a flash-mob. Shush." Another sip of Red Alert, and a grin at Jak. "Right?"

Jak had positively no idea what a flash mob was, so he shrugged at counter-guy in a way that said whatever she said, man, which got him a nod that was downright sympathetic. It was a guy thing. It was best not to question.

Then he turned, and pointed past her at a table. That one looked good, right?

Dinah nodded happily, and slid into the booth, pushing her box along the table, then opening it up. "Ahhh, my little victims. Who shall I consume first, hmmmm?" A chocolate cupcake was snagged and set down in front of her, while she waited for Jak to catch up and pick his victim.

"Do you guys have cupcakes like these back home?" She frowned and asked, "Hey. what's the name of where you're from?" She looked around for a napkin to write on. "Need a pen, so you can write it down...."

Jak had plucked out a cupcake that... looked tasty. It was raspberry (not that he knew what raspberry was) and he was already in the midst of poking at it when she asked her question. He held up a hand -- Stop? -- and with the other hand, took his Precursor-to-Roman-alphabet cheat sheet out of his pocket.

It would've been close to as messy as his introduction sheet was, if he hadn't taken such great care to make sure it'd remain legible. He smoothed the sheet out over the table, and pointed from one Precursor symbol to another.

The letters in her alphabet were scrawled underneath - S-A-N-D-O-V-E-R, he pointed.

"Sandover," Dinah said, then smiled, toasting him with her Red Alert. "To Sandover!" Then frowned after taking another swig. "So you can't read stuff here? Because of the alphabet? Is that working okay with your translation sheet here?" she asked, carefully peeling the paper off her cupcake, and giving the frosting a lick.

He was... getting along, he guessed? He gave the sheet a dubious look. One of these days it was going to fall apart, and he'd be stuck figuring it out on his own. He should probably transcribe it...

He leaned over to pick up his own cupcake, still looking thoughtful.

Dinah gave the transcribed sheet a look too, after Jak's dubious one. "You could re-copy it? Or have someone do it on a computer, and print out some copies?" She took a bite of her cupcake and sighed happily, thinking. "Have you seen those yet? Computers?" Another happy bite, and a gulp of Red Alert. "Do you have those back in Sandover?"

Well, they probably had Precursor tech that looked surprisingly like computers, but 'computer' was never the word they'd used for it, so as Jak pulled the sheet back towards himself (he'd have to look into that copying thing) he looked up at Dinah and shook his head lightly.

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