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Who: JP and Bobby
What:mowing snowblowing the colony
Where: Colony grounds
When: Wednesday morning, predawn
Warnings: Harmless innuendo (as always)
Status: Incomplete
The sound of JP's panting filled the room, his long legs poking out from beneath the blanket, twisting around each other as his eyelids twitched, his fingers convulsing a little as he grunted into the empty room. A second later his eyes opened, blinking in confusion into the darkness as the remnants of the dream disappeared, though in his bleary-mindedness he kicked at the blanket as if it were threatening to constrict him, knocking it to the floor. When full consciousness came he released a heavy sigh, leveling out on his back on the bed, staring at the darkness of the ceiling as he regained his composure, his hands moving over his face to rub the feeling back into it, to wake up fully.
Another dream for him to jot down.
When he could manage it he sat up, hanging on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor for a few seconds as he contemplated turning the light on, moving, something. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but going back to sleep wasn't an option now that the adrenaline was pumping so hard. He glanced at the side clock, grunting as the digital numbers blared out the unreasonably early hour. He was a little mad at himself that he didn't ask Kurt to stay the night, though he felt that he was monopolizing his friend a little too much, especially with Bobby being so....
The thought of his partner made him grunt again and he finally stood up, making his way through the familiar room with little light to go by, entering the bathroom. The nightlight in the smaller room was enough for him to see by, and he turned the faucet on, dragging handful after handful of water over his face before drying it off with his towel. He glanced at himself in the mirror before opening the medicine cabinet, pulling out what remained of his container of asprin for the headache he knew would be coming on soon. Taking three, he shut cabinet again, dragging himself back into the bedroom toward the window to see what the damage the snow from the night before had caused.
When he poked two fingers through the blinds and glanced out, his eyebrows went up at the amount of white he saw, piled on top of the already impressive height that had accumulated over the past few days. It was pretty though, but it made him wonder how difficult it would be to drive into the city for work that day if Bobby wasn't feeling up to it. Or if Bobby was feeling on his game at all. Monday had been quiet, awkward, and cold for reasons that went far beyond the weather. He didn't quite know what was going on, and Bobby didn't seem interested in discussing it, so their interactions since then had been sparse at best. It was a struggle, honestly, considering how much they depended on one another for one of them to brush off the other like that, and JP wished he'd put more effort into finding out what was going on. Hell, had he done something? That thought had crossed his mind a few times, but Bobby was usually fairly good about letting him know.
Wait, was that Bobby out there clearing snow?
His eyes focused on a figure amidst a flurry of snow down the path, as if someone was using a snowblower, but there was no noise other than the gentle shifting of the powdery material. That had to be Bobby. What was he doing up so early? In the dark? Doing...work? His eyebrows furrowed for a second before he reasoned that if anyone could get the job done it was him, but still.
With sleep being out of the question, and with his paranoia rising as he thought more about Bobby and the issues of the past few days, he did what JP normally did in those situations. He decided to crowd Bobby for whatever reason he could think of until they were either better, completely worse, or at least until he knew what was going on. He knew being pushy and antsy was the easiest way to get people annoyed with him, but when the paranoia rose that much he honestly just stopped caring. Besides, it was dark and probably hard to see where most of the snow issues were, so maybe Bobby really did need help.
He dressed in something warm, but easy to move in, figuring he was going to be zipping around. The minute he opened the window the rush of cold air made him gasp, shoving his gloves into his coat pocket for later use as he had a feeling he would need them. For now, he needed his fingers free. Floating out the window, he closed it quietly behind him, then slipped through the air over where the figure was working, seeing that it was, in fact, Bobby. He smiled a bit to himself as he stopped to hover, holding both hands out toward the ground as he started to illuminate the area with them, finally calling down once he'd created enough light. "That a little better, early bird?"
What:
Where: Colony grounds
When: Wednesday morning, predawn
Warnings: Harmless innuendo (as always)
Status: Incomplete
The sound of JP's panting filled the room, his long legs poking out from beneath the blanket, twisting around each other as his eyelids twitched, his fingers convulsing a little as he grunted into the empty room. A second later his eyes opened, blinking in confusion into the darkness as the remnants of the dream disappeared, though in his bleary-mindedness he kicked at the blanket as if it were threatening to constrict him, knocking it to the floor. When full consciousness came he released a heavy sigh, leveling out on his back on the bed, staring at the darkness of the ceiling as he regained his composure, his hands moving over his face to rub the feeling back into it, to wake up fully.
Another dream for him to jot down.
When he could manage it he sat up, hanging on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor for a few seconds as he contemplated turning the light on, moving, something. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but going back to sleep wasn't an option now that the adrenaline was pumping so hard. He glanced at the side clock, grunting as the digital numbers blared out the unreasonably early hour. He was a little mad at himself that he didn't ask Kurt to stay the night, though he felt that he was monopolizing his friend a little too much, especially with Bobby being so....
The thought of his partner made him grunt again and he finally stood up, making his way through the familiar room with little light to go by, entering the bathroom. The nightlight in the smaller room was enough for him to see by, and he turned the faucet on, dragging handful after handful of water over his face before drying it off with his towel. He glanced at himself in the mirror before opening the medicine cabinet, pulling out what remained of his container of asprin for the headache he knew would be coming on soon. Taking three, he shut cabinet again, dragging himself back into the bedroom toward the window to see what the damage the snow from the night before had caused.
When he poked two fingers through the blinds and glanced out, his eyebrows went up at the amount of white he saw, piled on top of the already impressive height that had accumulated over the past few days. It was pretty though, but it made him wonder how difficult it would be to drive into the city for work that day if Bobby wasn't feeling up to it. Or if Bobby was feeling on his game at all. Monday had been quiet, awkward, and cold for reasons that went far beyond the weather. He didn't quite know what was going on, and Bobby didn't seem interested in discussing it, so their interactions since then had been sparse at best. It was a struggle, honestly, considering how much they depended on one another for one of them to brush off the other like that, and JP wished he'd put more effort into finding out what was going on. Hell, had he done something? That thought had crossed his mind a few times, but Bobby was usually fairly good about letting him know.
Wait, was that Bobby out there clearing snow?
His eyes focused on a figure amidst a flurry of snow down the path, as if someone was using a snowblower, but there was no noise other than the gentle shifting of the powdery material. That had to be Bobby. What was he doing up so early? In the dark? Doing...work? His eyebrows furrowed for a second before he reasoned that if anyone could get the job done it was him, but still.
With sleep being out of the question, and with his paranoia rising as he thought more about Bobby and the issues of the past few days, he did what JP normally did in those situations. He decided to crowd Bobby for whatever reason he could think of until they were either better, completely worse, or at least until he knew what was going on. He knew being pushy and antsy was the easiest way to get people annoyed with him, but when the paranoia rose that much he honestly just stopped caring. Besides, it was dark and probably hard to see where most of the snow issues were, so maybe Bobby really did need help.
He dressed in something warm, but easy to move in, figuring he was going to be zipping around. The minute he opened the window the rush of cold air made him gasp, shoving his gloves into his coat pocket for later use as he had a feeling he would need them. For now, he needed his fingers free. Floating out the window, he closed it quietly behind him, then slipped through the air over where the figure was working, seeing that it was, in fact, Bobby. He smiled a bit to himself as he stopped to hover, holding both hands out toward the ground as he started to illuminate the area with them, finally calling down once he'd created enough light. "That a little better, early bird?"