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[tacticalvisor]

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[gr1m]

[Gabriel snorted, some noise caught between that and a laugh before-

That was a handful of golden orange petals just tossed Jack's way so'd they'd just flutter at him. Weirdly sweet scent but hey, at least there was no cold clinging to those.]

Boo. Hiss.

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[Jack raises his hand to bat them away, some light warm glow radiating from him. He doesn't seem really aware of it.]

Dogs liked it. Didn't you, Sam. [Gonna just go ahead and get the animals on his side]

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Sam doesn't know any better, sharp as he is.

[Have a stemless marigold just lightly tossed enough to harmlessly thump against Jack's chest. Even if it might explode into a few weirdly sweet smelling petals upon that light impact.

They were all good animals.] He'd agree the sky was green if you rubbed his belly.

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[He'll go ahead and pick up some of the petals - whatever he can - and drop them on Reyes' face.]

'Scause he's a good boy. Aren't you, boy. [He'll lean over enough where he can stroke Sam's ears.]

[Absentmindedly, he's noting the flowers as a good sign. Reyes doesn't seem to be as...gloomy, at least.]

[gr1m]

[The wonders of being able to get a buzz off something that could easily get the both of them drunk and.. a good distraction. Wouldn't be hard to fall back into it still, but at the moment...

At the moment he was just wrinkling his nose and trying to just puff a bit of air to blo the petals off.]

He's got simple wants.

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Maybe you should take a page out'f his book. [A pat to Angie] Or hers. Or any of theirs. [He shifts, leaning on a hand as he takes a long look at the animal pile] They're able to get out if they need to, right?

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I got simple wants, you brought one of them with you. [Wiggling that uncorked bottle of gargleblaster thank you.]

Built a doggie door after I got the big girls. [That'd be the pat to Thalia and Clio's heads-] Leads out back, reason I was working on that fence. Keep shit that follow basic rules out and give them a sense of their property.

Make 'em feel secure.

[The fence that Jack probably finished up for that time he randomly turned up to repair whatever he saw needed repairing or he could just improve. Not even bringing that one up.]

Even Roxy learned to use it.

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[Good, he won't have to clean up dogshit. Not that he smells it, but. Still. Jack grunts, continuing to pet whatever dog's in reach, or whatever one stirs for attention]

You should've been the farm boy. Got the knack for animals, anyway. [beat] Or just strays, I guess.

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[He was a responsible pet owner, thank you very much Jack Morrison.]

Strays. [Something weirdly final about that statement.

Gabriel shook the bottle a bit, judging something by the small amount of liquid he heard-]

You only bring one? Asking in case you might want more.

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[That gets a shake of the head, and a slight wave of the hand. Just the one, and he's fine without any more]

'Syours if you want it. Didn't know how much it was needed.

[And then he had about half anyway. But being tipsy mean something good;]

'Mstill sober enough to get more, if we need it. [beat] Or you think if we put out a call someone'll answer?

[He's joking.

Probably.]

[gr1m]

Got a better idea.

[Eyes closed for a moment, adjusting himself in a slight shift under all the dogs, cat, and chicabo-]

There's a pink thermos-like water bottle on my kitchen counter. Fill that up with water for me?

Got something o show you.

[Jack'd remember it from their trip, even if he clearly had juice in it during that one. No drinking while hunting.]

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That thing you brought on the hunt?

[But this means he has to get up. LAME. Still, he'll take a moment, sigh, and then get to his feet. He's not drunk enough to be wobbly on it, but it takes him a bit before he comes back and-]

This thing?

[-holds it out]

[gr1m]

Yeah.

[Just found it suddenly at his feet and. Well.

Found out a few things about it.

He killed the bottle in hand and set it aside as he reached out for the water bottle-]

You fill it up for me? Can sit back down.

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Yeah. [He'll get back on his ass, then, in an easy sprawl.] You gonna show me a magic trick or something?

[He's not joking. Fuck this place.]

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[The water bottle was turned in his hands a bit, holding it above one of the dogs and-]

Yeah, it's a good one at least.

[Opened the bottle and took a sip before holding it out with a twitch at the corner of his mouth.]

Have some.

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[Whelp, no time like the present. He'll take it, take a sip

blink

blinkblink]

...that's not what I put in there.

[gr1m]

Ta-da. As long as you don't care about drinking from a pink flowery water bottle, free booze so long as there's water around to fill it.

[Head rested back against the floor with a

well

that was a genuine fucking laugh.]

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This is what you fucking took on a mission? A booze bottle?

[okay no he knows Reyes - Reaper - wasn't drinking, but he can't help but ribe him from it. And is that a hint of a smile on his own lips?

Naaaaaaaah.]

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[What do you know, there's still that laugh there-]

It does juice, too. Juice or booze bottle, exactly what I took on a mission.

Gotta have my orange juice in the morning.

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Same as in SEP, huh? God damn. God damn. [He's laughing too, taking another swig before handing it back.] Some shit never changes, huh, old man.

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Guess not, boy scout.

[He'll be taking that bottle and downing a healthy swig, enjoying the burn and warmth- and especially the buzz. That was turning into more than that with every bit downed.

At least he wasn't drowning in his own head.]

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[Nope, just in alcohol.]

Yeah, well, if we don't get any food in us, we're gonna remember this [he shakes the bottle] tomorrow. Which, I don't know about you, I'm really not interested in. 'Mraiding your shit.

[Deal With It. Back up he goes.]

[gr1m]

If you don't wanna keep getting up and down grab a jug of water or something to re-fill this with. [The bottle. May as well, right?

Gabriel did his best to stretch out a bit under the weight of dogs, head thudded back against the floor a bit-]

Wrapped container in the ice box. Got some pasta stuff, along with plain mac n cheese. If you don't mind cold food. Think there's something with chicken in it, and a chili in some other containers. [What?

... He still cooked more than a single serving at once and fed some people.]

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You got a serving tray while we're at it? Maybe one of those little vases with a flower I can put on it? [Ah, sarcasm. Or...play-banter, really. They only really did this when they'd gotten a buzz on, both to serve as an excuse and...well. A way for them to lower their guards just that much, and allow whom they used to be to creep out.

Eventually, though, Jack'd come back, setting the jug down by Gabriel and his scavenged prize - mac and cheese and chicken and whatever the chicken was in - in his lap.]

[gr1m]

[Oh look, the dogs decided it was okay for him to sit up, even if it meant he might have one of the big curl, or both of them, curled up at his sides and back.

Cat still on his shoulder and half in his hood and the chicabo placed carefully on her bed. Pink water bottle in hand and-] You want a vase with a flower you can pull one off the coffee table.

[There may or may not have been a few vases with flowers.

Shut up, the omnic had thought they brought a bit of color to the house. Somehow they hadn't wilted.

Taking another swig from the bottle before setting it down between them there on the floor.]

Find everything to your liking? [A little dry and a hint of possible slurring but hey.

It was teasing.]