1st Floor Rec Room, Wednesday Morning

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

So, yeah, Jak had maybe done up an unfortunate addiction to video games over the past week. You know. Not one that was throwing his entire life into the deep dark pits of nothingness, but still a sizeable, respectable addiction.

He had class today. He would be in that class.

The rest of it, though? Jak would be here, his feet perched on the table, his back pressed into the couch, a video game controller in his hands. Tomorrow, he'd get back to running laps around the dorms or something. Today?

Yeah! Level six!

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was headed out to work, when she heard the blooping and beeping from the rec room. Checking inside, she grinned. "Hey, you."

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak gave her a lazy wave from the couch. Heeey. Sit down?

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah grinned and crossed the room to flop down next to him, checking out the screen. "Oooo. Someone's going for the record. New hobby?"

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak grinned back, bobbing his head once. Kinda idly. You know, it was just a hobby. Which he happened to be pretty good at.

Check out his high score.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah did in fact check it out, eyes widening. "Whooooa. Awesome. How long have you been working on that?"

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak shrugged, all nonchalance. You know. An hour or two. He eyed his fingernails. It was nothing.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah giggled, and bumped his shoulder with her own. "Coooool. We have to play another game when I've got more time. I have to get to work pretty soon." She grinned at him. "Good to know you can keep up your hobby here, hunh?"

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

He poked her in the shoulder, himself. Figured it out at the resort, he reported. ...Uh, where do you work?

DETAILS, JAK.

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Covent Garden Flowers. It's nice. Relaxing, mostly. And my boss Miss Vida is really cool." Dinah grinned, then sent an image of Vida Boheme and her great hats. "Just Wednesdays. I keep thinking I might quit, just to have more free time, and then I don't." Then she sent, Are there video games in Sandover?

[np -- may crash suddenly in a bit, up waaaay early here]

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak shook his head. Definitely nothing like this, no.

... Then the image of Vida connected properly. And Jak paused. Just... paused. ...Huh.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah tilted her head at him, then processed him processing, and sent, Oh, yeah. She's a guy. I mean. Transvestite? I didn't ask for more details or anything.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Right, Jak said, after a moment. Weird, but, well. So was crazy bird lady, right? So... Wednesdays at the flower shop. And you don't wanna quit.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was pleased at his reaction, and grinned. "Right. It makes for a really busy Wednesday, but, it's nice. Soothing." Most of Dinah's activities were not calm or anything like it. An image of the flowers, and just watering and taking care of them, humming happily by herself might have come through. Maybe next semester. If I have more stuff going on. She tapped the controller and grinned at him. Or I pick up a new hobby.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

You want to pick up a new hobby?

... It was that it was Jak, or that might've been downright suggestive. He leaned against her instead, just a little bit. What else have you got?

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah leaned back into him, turning pink, because how did he mean that, exactly...? "The play. Reserves. Gun Club. Training with Arthur and Azula...." Was she forgetting anything? Fight Club. Studying with Professor Ghanima. Whatever sounds fun. Hanging out with you.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak grinned at that last one. Hanging out is awesome, he said, tapping his toes against the table. So, uh, I hear there's this thing coming this weekend.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"It is," Dinah said aloud, then sent hopefully, Homecoming? You heard about it?

Please oh pleeeease...

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That.

Jak and dances? Jak knew nearly nothing about dances. I watched TV about it.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

It can be fun, Dinah sent, then paused. Well. Most of the dances here had been mostly fun. Music, and dancing, and talking to people, and there'll be people who graduated that it'll be nice to see... Maybe Reno and Jen and Ronan would make it back. Hopefully. What did you see on TV about it?

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

You're supposed to take someone, he said.

Of course, on TV, it always seemed to be like a massive chore to get to that point.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Dinah said hopefully. Then turned red. "I mean. That's true. You can go alone, but I don't like to, you always feel awkward and it's more fun when you go with someone you like so you can slow-dance, though mostly I've gone with friends because there wasn't a guy I like-liked here, and..." Gulp. Breathe. Oh wait, you don't have to. So. Right. I'm quiet now.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Like-liking and fun and-- okay, it was hard to get nervous when she was nerving at him already, so he projected a kind of nonplussed wave of calm and added in a, You wanna go?

In as little words as possible. Jak was a master of the getting things done.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yup!"

Do not do a little spastic chair dance. Do not bounce. Be cool. Or try. Or...

Dinah leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, then beamed at him. Thank you for asking me. I would've been too nervous.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

He grinned, feeling totally awesome about the world in general, crossing his arms behind his head. No problem.

The smug was totally a way to channel his own earlier nervousness.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Some of that might've gotten through. Or maybe not. Dinah grinned at him again, and stood up. "I should get going, or I'm going to be late." She reached out with the TK to give him a little touch on the mouth, too. This was going to be, in the words of some Jedi she knew, astral. "Bye, Jak!"