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If Daniel had thought the last year had been a whirlwind, it was nothing like all that changed the moment they stood before Dylan in the park. A lifetime of hardwork, a year of risking prison and failure, and now he had come to the pinnacle of all he had ever wanted.

And it wasn't even close to over yet. Packing wasn't hard, and leaving behind his life had already been done. They had no idea where they were going, or what was coming next.

He did know that McKinney didn't stop making whatever sound that was at the ungodly hour of not even four in the morning, and he was about ready to scream if the coffee maker didn't go faster.

Date: 2015-04-23 06:36 am (UTC)
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"His partner's not," he pointed out - and then grinned. "I was thinking more like... 'card throwing action'," he returned, miming throwing a playing card. "Yours'll just say something awkward whenever it gets close to Henley's."

He had to poke back. Daniel was practically his brother, after all.

Date: 2015-04-26 11:52 pm (UTC)
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Jack snickered. "Gonna explain the birds and bees to me, Dad?" he teased further.

Date: 2015-05-04 06:42 am (UTC)
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Jack lost it entirely at that, cracking up and practically giggling outright. It took a moment or two for him to stop laughing and regain his composure, and he made a face, shaking his head. "That's just wrong, man."

Date: 2015-05-26 04:42 am (UTC)
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Jack was glad Daniel appreciated it, really, but he could stop, now, before he broke his brain completely. "Anybody told you lately you're just not right?"

Date: 2015-06-07 05:20 am (UTC)
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"I meant 'in the head', though she probably means more 'about everything ever'."

Jack grinned, every inch the Little Shit Dylan had named him during their fight.

Date: 2015-06-13 06:15 pm (UTC)
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And again, Jack clapped a hand over his eyes. "Oh, God. Now I've gotta go find Merritt to wipe my brain or whatever."

Ugh, Daniel. You two are like his siblings. Don't give him those mental images.

Date: 2015-06-16 05:57 am (UTC)
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"I hate you," Jack mutters into his hand before he drops it from his face. "But you brought it up, so you have to be thinking about it, too."

Date: 2015-07-02 04:23 am (UTC)
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"Like The Sims?" Jack asked, puzzled, because yes, he knew enough about the game for that. "Because if so, we need to never let you cook."

Since, y'know. Setting the kitchen on fire and staring at it.

Date: 2015-07-07 05:30 am (UTC)
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"Uh, yeah. Like... when they use the bathroom or get in or out of the shower or whatever, it pizelated everything." He paused a beat, since he should probably clarify the rest of that statement, too. "And usually they set the kitchen on fire while they're trying to cook."

Date: 2015-07-11 08:57 pm (UTC)
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"The Sims? Yeah, actually. But it's like... they just get in bed and get under the sheets." So that was boring - or it had been to the teenage boy he had been when he had gotten any time to play.

Date: 2015-07-13 05:59 am (UTC)
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Jack snorted. "I lived in group homes and foster homes as a kid, man. Computer games were something we actually had to do." Unless you wanted to just lay around and watch tv, which got old quickly.

"I know how it all actually works, thanks."

Date: 2015-08-04 07:45 am (UTC)
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"We were pre-teen boys. It was easier than sneaking in fucking Playboy." Not that people didn't try, but they usually got found and confiscated before too long.

"Not like you don't have experience with using your hand for that kinda thing anyway," he shot back, smirking.

Date: 2015-08-18 07:01 am (UTC)
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"And the internet says you've got a line of ladies around the block," he returns. "They'd still be disappointed to know the truth."

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