day 7 | jack and angel

[jackhole]

[ okay so, rhys told angel they should meet for breakfast the day before and he still holds to that, wanting to do something nice for her after such a rough... everything. when he gets up in the morning, he's not quite sure if he should go to her directly or sort of... wait to see if he runs into her instead. so he finds himself waffling a little, hanging around in the atrium to see if he can find her first.

this probably means he's going to run into some other people he DIDN'T expect to meet though (jack, probably. it's jack) and so that'll happen too. either way, whichever one he spots first will have a slightly frazzled looking rhys approaching them with a -- ]

Hey, breakfast?

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[heroizes]

[ You might wonder how someone could be so happy in such a shitty place so early in the morning, but. In truth, it's just because Jack is Simple. He'd talked with Veronica and heard about the limited stores, but at the same time, he'd woken up this morning and thought, at least for today, "you know, fuck it." He was tired of eating canned crap already, so he had decided it was at least worth taking the "risk" at the commissary. No one else seemed to have dropped dead from the food, so it was probably fine.

And of the about 15 things that Jack can cook decently well, about half of them are breakfast, since he's a breakfast kind of guy. There's eggs and bacon sizzling away, and what's probably pretty cheap, off-brand salsa and tortillas sitting nearby. He looks back over his shoulder when Rhys speaks, but seeing he has someone in tow, he at least turns to face them fully. ]

Awww, what? Never had a Truxican Breakfast Burrito? [ He looks to his ingredients, then back to them before he shrugs. ] ...Okay, maybe not actually Truxican, since I didn't know how to type "that one pepper so hot it melts your face off but it's super good, seriously," and get Judy to actually, y'know, give it to me. So. Boring, basic, but still tasty ones.

[ Now, granted, he was going to eat all of them and just be a fatass happy to eat not canned food, but. He'll turn that back around on Rhys instead. ]

Nah, no need for the story, since I'm sure that's super fake anyways because someone is just a fattydingdongs and wants to eat my burritos. [ He grins at Rhys as he snickers ] Using a girl to convince me to give you food? Low, dude.

[jackhole]

[ angel, you are such a sport and rhys just looks absolutely delighted as she plays along -- which in turn probably just makes it obvious he's doing nothing more than trying to play jack for the fool here. which is super duper not going to work. but seriously, no one ever goes along with his plans! he loves this!

he looks over at jack then, dopey smile still on his face even as jack bursts the bubble and offers them food regardless. this, rhys thinks, is an excellent morning already (aside from the whole EYEBALL THING but you know). at jack's insult, he blinks and looks at angel. ]

Is he -- is he calling me fat? I'm not fat, am I? I can't be fat.

[ just gonna look down at his extremely flat stomach here. remember who has dad bod and who has twink bod, jack. remember that. ]

I am super not fat, we're just, uh. [ a pause and he scrambles for something to say, back to looking at angel for help. ] We're just poor... passing... travelers? Looking for food and shelter?

[ why won't anyone roleplay with him ]

And cheese on your burritos.