BE-E AGGRESSIVE! (be_aggressive) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-06-25 16:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, jason, jason x jules, jules |
Who: Jules and Jason
When: Morning, Sunday, October 29th
Where: Their house in Overlook
Status: Complete
After Jules had gotten home from Jasper’s the night before she had changed into her pajamas and fallen into bed without bothering to wash the fake blood from her hair or face. She had been too drunk and tired to care, figuring she could shower in the morning. She hadn’t slept well, which wasn’t unusual lately, but on the upside, there had been no creepy dreams with the other three, no empty roads or monsters, and no sleepwalking - as far as she knew. All she remembered was being underwater, clawing for the surface but she had been so deep that everything around her was black. Black and cold and terrifying. Jules couldn’t hold her breath and she had begun sucking in the water into her lungs, and her nose and she couldn’t breathe at all. Survival instinct had kicked in and she’d flailed in the water but it hadn’t helped. Just before she had sunk into the darkness surrounding her, Jules’s eyes had opened and she was staring at her ceiling, thought the feeling of drowning still overwhelmed her. She couldn’t breathe and the back of her throat felt full, the taste metallic and thick.
Panicked, Jules sat up abruptly and coughed. Red splattered over her pink bedspread, though parts of it was already wet and crimson colored. Confused, Jules licked her lips, tasting the blood there. Now that the dream had faded and she was awake, she was realizing that her face and neck and shirt was covered in blood. It was gushing from her nose and it looked like it had been happening for a while, which was probably why she had a dream that she was drowning. Feeling queasy, Jules scrambled from her bed, one hand covering her nose. She hurried into her bathroom and opened the cabinet under the sink to grab a towel. Jules sat down on the edge of her bathtub and held it to her nose, her head tilted back a little. She looked like a freaking murder victim. Or Carrie White, for real. Jules squeezed her eyes shut and after a few minutes, she pulled the bloodied towel from her nose, but drops of red began to fall from her nose again to her thighs. Could you die from a nosebleed? Did people lose this much blood from their nose? Jules stood, pressing the towel to her nose again and ran out of her bathroom. She didn’t even want to look at her bed, because it looked like someone had stabbed her in her sleep.
Jules swung open her bedroom door, leaving a red handprint on the doorknob. She was in front of Jason’s bedroom in seconds, knocking furiously. He was probably still sleeping, but… well, not anymore. She would have just barged inside, but it was morning and he could be naked or in his boxers and boys always had morning wood and Jules so did not need to see that on top of everything else.
Jason was a morning person. This tended to work out well for things like track practice, though meant on the weekend he still tended to wake up before the rest of his family, which was nice since it meant the house would be quiet. He had already dealt with his morning erection and was lounging in bed reading a book he had taken out from the library, using the light cast out by the lamp from his bedside table, enjoying the silence while he could.
Which was cut short more abruptly than usual.
He dropped his book on his face when the knocking came at his door, startled, and scrambled out of bed, tossing it aside. Having just enough presence of mind, he pulled back on the pair of discarded pajama pants on the floor next to his bed, just in case their parents had murdered each other or the house was on fire or whatever. His hair was mussed and he didn’t bother with a shirt, preparing to glare at whoever--it had to be Jules, right?--thought that this was a good time for dramatics. He pulled open his door, prepared to level a glare. “What--the fuck?” he asked, his eyes widening in alarm as he hadn’t expected to find his sister with blood on her face and in her hair.
Taking a step back, he let the door swing open wider and gave her room to come inside; blood wasn’t really the sort of thing he was used to dealing with and he was a little squeamish. Still, he reached out to reposition the towel in Jules’ hand since she wasn’t doing a good job holding it to her nose when he noticed that was where the blood seemed to be flowing from and bossiness took over enough that he tried to position it better, unable to keep from grimacing. “Have you never dealt with a bloody nose before?” he asked with some annoyance, since that was easier to lean into than worry in the particular moment and seriously, holy shit, how did she let herself get this much blood on her from just a bloody nose? But there was a lot of blood in the human body and it wasn’t the kind of thing people died from, even if this seemed particularly bad. “Sit down,” he said, herding Jules toward the nearest surface which ended up being his bed--even if that meant she was probably going to get blood on it, ugh--before heading into his bathroom to get another couple towels.
"Oh my god, can you not," Jules said, her words coming out strained and thick from her clogged nose. She sat down on the edge of his bed and kept the towel against her nose the way he had adjusted it. She had only had a bloody nose a couple of times, usually when she got elbowed in the face during cheer practice, and it had never been like this. It didn't even hurt, it just wouldn't stop. And she could taste the blood in the back of her throat, which was just the worst. Maybe she had channeled Carrie White better than she thought. "I woke up like this," she explained, looking toward Jason's bathroom where he was grabbing another towel. "It's all over my bed. Mom's going to freak the fuck out when she sees the mess. I can't get it to stop." And she didn't want to admit that she had gone to Jason's room because she figured he would know, since he knew everything apparently. Her mom would be more upset that it got all over Jules's hair than anything else and Jules didn't want to deal with that.
When the air got try in winter, Jason tended to get nosebleeds which was the main reason he knew how to deal with them. He had also been punched in the face once or twice when he was younger. It probably only didn’t happen again in high school since he was Jules’ brother, not the he realized that. The knocking could have woken their parents up, but since no one had come out yet Jason figured they were too hungover or something for it to have disturbed them. He returned with the towels, handing a fresh one over to her. “How long did you try to get it to stop before you came pounding on my door?” he asked, sticking with grumpy because otherwise he might turn more to uneasy. Usually it only took a few minutes, but it took a while before it got worrying. Probably. That was what made logical sense, at least. “Just hold the towel in place for now and try to lean forward a little. Once you’ve stopped bleeding, we can deal with the sheets or whatever.” If nothing else, it helped Jason to try to formulate any kind of plan.
Jules glowered at Jason before snatching the towel from his hand to replace the bloodied one at her nose. "Long enough that this was my absolute last resort and here I am," she snarked. Okay, so knocking on her mom's door was the absolute last resort, but that was beside the point. Every time she talked she tasted blood so Jules pressed the fresh towel to her nose and bent forward a little, like he had instructed. She couldn't help but wonder if this was somehow related to everything that had been happening in her dreams, and with her mirror. Probably not, but it seemed weird to have a spontaneous nosebleed while she was sleeping, one that was pretty bad. "I can take care of my sheets," she mumbled. "I'm not useless, just...what if I have like, a brain tumor or something. Is it supposed to bleed this much?"
That Jules felt up to glaring and snarking at him at least seemed like… something. Jason didn’t know how much blood someone was able to lose via nosebleed before being in danger of fainting or whatever, but he didn’t think she was near that point. “I can go wake up your mom and my dad if you would prefer,” he groused, since he knew that if she had she would have done that had she wanted to. He wasn’t actually going to do that unless absolutely necessary. “Uh, I’m pretty sure tumors mess with other stuff in your brain rather than causing bad nosebleeds,” he said, since he felt confident about that assertion. He folded his arms across his chest, then moved to find a T-shirt to put on. “It looks like more blood than it actually is. Though I don’t get how you got it in your hair.”
He knew she didn't want her mom or his dad involved, but she glared at him for the implied threat anyway. Then she leaned forward again, carefully pulling the towel away from her nose to check and see if it was still actively bleeding. A small drop landed on her thigh, but that was it. Jules licked her lip and touched her nose tenderly. It felt gross and sticky, but it seemed like it had stopped. The towel was ruined, probably like her bed sheets. Jules sighed, a little relieved that Jason didn't think it was anything serious. He would know, right? Being a nerd and everything. "It's not all real," Jules said, straightening slowly and bringing one hand up to touch her hair. Ugh, it was sticky and stiff too. "I was Carrie last night for Victoria's party, so I had fake blood all over my hair and face. I didn't wash it off before I fell asleep, but then I had a dream I was drowning, and when I woke up, my nose was bleeding. Is that weird? Like... it's normal, right? Like... because the weather is changing or something?"
Jason tensed a little when Jules pulled the towel away. He didn’t really know much about any of this, but her nose didn’t keep gushing blood, so he eased. Being studious didn’t really make him any kind of qualified medical professional, he just figured he was being logical and reasonable about this instead of flying off to conclusions like brain tumors. “Oh, right. Ruby mentioned she might get to dump fake blood on you in study hall,” he said. He of course had avoided the party, which was easy enough since it wasn’t in his home. At her question, he quirked an eyebrow and shrugged. “It usually doesn’t happen to me until winter, but it’s not that weird to happen because of the weather now,” he said, matter-of-fact, since what was the other option? Reaching out, he took the bloodied towels from her and disappeared briefly back into his bathroom to toss them in the sink to soak them. It was probably a lost cause, but whatever. He also dampened a towel to bring it back to Jules so she could clean her face off some. “I guess the other explanation would be you’ve started sleep picking your nose or something.”
Jules let Jason take the bloodied towel, feeling only marginally better now that her nose has stopped bleeding. Maybe it wasn’t a tumor, or the weather. Maybe it was connected to the dreams and mirrors and sleepwalking. Maybe whatever was waiting for her on that road was inside her brain or something and fucking her up while she slept. Jules figured she should text the other three and ask if they’d had the same thing happen but it was such a weird fucking thing to ask. And it sucked hardcore that she couldn’t even text Jasper because he was already dealing with enough problems that he didn’t need hers on top of everything. But that still left her alone. She was already starting to feel overly emotional and upset about everything when Jason emerged from his bathroom again and it was probably stupid but his words only prompted Jules to burst into tears. It would have been easier to just snatch the damp towel from him and storm back to her room but she was tired and could still taste blood in her mouth and it felt like the past two weeks had finally caught up to her. “Could you just not be a jerk, for like... five minutes,” she sobbed, reaching out to yank the towel from his hand so she could wipe her nose and chin off.
Bursting into tears seemed like a severe overreaction to a nose bleed and a bad dream, so Jason was caught completely off-guard. He hadn’t thought his comment had been that jerky, given the usual level of snark that existed between them, and he frowned. Seeing Jules upset always made him some mixture of uncomfortable emotions and he only sometimes knew what to do with them. If she were upset about a boyfriend, she had a lot of girl friends she could commiserate with; if she were upset about their parents, it was easy to share a mutual annoyance about them; if she was upset about him, it was easy to get indignant because it usually happened when they were already fighting. This didn’t quite fall into that, so he wasn’t really sure what he should do. So he ended up sitting down next to her while she wiped at her face, then couldn’t help saying, “Maybe be careful so you don’t make your nose start bleeding again.” He rubbed the back of his neck and tried to think it over. “Waking up covered in blood and dreaming about drowning are pretty startling, but you’re fine now and a dream is just a dream.”
Jules huffed softly through the tears, because leave it to Jason to imply she didn't know how to wipe her face properly. Still, she was a bit more gentle around her lips and nostril, wiping away the blood that had begun to dry and cake against her skin. She needed to get in the shower and just stay there for awhile. And shampoo her hair like, three times. Jules sniffled, but it hurt her nose a bit and she glanced at him. A dream is just a dream. Yeah, right. God, she missed the days when she was oblivious to the darker side of Point Pleasant. When she could dismiss everything so easily. "Yeah, I'm fine now," Jules muttered, folding the towel over again to finish wiping her face, or what she could get of it anyway without having a mirror. For a second, she wanted to tell him how she woke up on Rosewood in the middle of the night and had to have some guy drive her home. But that was a bit more serious than a nosebleed and she wasn't sure Jason wouldn't say something to her mom. Maybe he wouldn't, but she didn't want to risk it. "I think... just with all the stuff happening lately, I'm just... on edge," she admitted after a minute. Then she moved to stand up. "I need to get my sheets washed before mom wakes up."
Jules didn’t quite sound like she bought that she was fine and Jason didn’t really know what else to do about it. That she was on edge because of other stuff--Jason assumed Jasper’s missing sister as that had gotten to everyone--made sense, at least, but it was also something he felt like he couldn’t do anything about. He didn’t want to cop to being worried about her, since that already felt weird to admit to himself much less her. “I’ll help you with your sheets,” he said, standing as well, phrasing it more as a statement than an offer as that was easier. It wasn’t really a two person job, but he wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to start bleeding or crying more or whatever. “Our parents are probably hungover and won’t wake up for a while anyway, since your knocking didn’t get to them.”
Jules wanted to point out that if their parents were going to be asleep for awhile, he didn't really need to help her. But... since he had offered, Jules supposed she wouldn't say no. If he kept getting snarky with her in the mood she was in, she might just hit him anyway. Jules didn't say anything, but left his bedroom, padding down the hall to her own, where the door was still open. She needed to clean the doorknob off too, since it had dried blood smeared on it now. Her bed didn't look as bad as she thought it had when she first woke up, but there was still blood on her pillowcase, and the comforter she had been wrapped up in when she woke up. Jules sighed and headed for the bathroom to try and get her face completely clean. "I guess I just wash them in cold water, right? Like... that gets blood out of stuff." She didn't even know, and she wasn't used to ever doing her own laundry anyway. She wasn't even sure she knew how to start the washer. Maybe Jason would show her.
Jason grabbed his phone on the way out of the room so he could Google how to remove blood from sheets, since he didn’t really know what the most effective way to do so would be. He skim read as he followed Jules into her room. The other methods involved mixing more stuff together or ammonia so maybe not the best options. It didn’t look as bad as Jules’ reaction had led him to believe as he looked at her bed. He tucked his phone into the pocket of his pajama pants and started to gather up the bloodied items, since it gave him something to do while Jules cleaned her face. “Yeah, basically. If that doesn’t get it out, we can try hydrogen peroxide and then run it through cold water again, then we let them air dry,” he said, summarizing aloud. He did his own laundry out of stubborn insistence, since he’d have to do it eventually anyway, but he didn’t know if Jules had ever bothered.
Her hair looked awful and Jules nearly burst into tears again just from the sight of it. Most of it was the fake blood from the night before, but still. She could admit that she was vain, and while she could make telekinetic prom queen sexy, she didn't like Sunday Morning Nosebleed Jules with crazy bed head crusted with fake and some real blood. She got her face wiped off at least and she nearly took her bloodied shirt off, but then remembered Jason was in her bedroom. That would have to wait a minute. She stepped into the doorway and looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language. "What do you mean? Try peroxide how? Like....instead of detergent you pour in peroxide?" Was air dry a setting on the dryer? She nearly asked, but bit back on the question. "Do we even have peroxide?"
Jason blinked as he looked over at Jules, now holding an armful of her balled up bedding. He tried to be more specific. “Pour it on the stain, see if it gets rid of it, then repeat if it doesn’t,” he said. “We should try just washing it with detergent first, though, since the blood’s not too dried in. We probably have it somewhere.” Hydrogen peroxide was pretty basic and given the amount of shardable objects Jules’ mom tended to throw around it was the sort of thing they should have somewhere, but now that she mentioned it he wasn’t sure that they did. He had some bandages and antiseptic wipes that he kept just in case, but that wasn’t quite the same. “Have you ever done laundry before?” he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
Ugh, that sounded like a lot of work. Jules would almost rather just beg her mom to buy her some new bedding than have to wash a bunch of stuff over and over. His question prompted a scowl and Jules couldn't help but remember when Jasper teased her about not knowing how to do her own laundry. It wasn't like she had to. Her mom paid someone to do all that stuff, so why should she have to do it? "No," she said, walking into the bedroom to see if there was anything Jason had missed on her bed. "I don't have to do my own laundry, so why would I want to? But I mean, it's probably not hard, right? You can show me." Or do it for her, whatever.
Jason rolled his eyes. “To have a basic life skill that you don’t have to pay someone else to do one day,” he said with a huff, even though he knew her question was rhetorical. “I’ll show you now though.” He agreed to that part anyway. It was easy stuff and he could just throw everything in the washing machine for her, but he wasn’t going to go that far. Heading toward the door, he glanced at her, only then noticing her shirt was bloody too. “I’ll wait in the hall if you want to change. I’m not doing your laundry for you.”
"There are some basic life skills I would be more than happy to pay for someone else to do," Jules shot back. Laundry was totally one of them. Since he was helping her, she was trying not to get too bitchy, but Jason had the uncanny ability of bringing out that side of her. Crossing the room, Jules scowled again and moved to shut the door once he was in the hall so she could change her shirt. "Oh my god, I'm not asking you to do my laundry. Just hold on a second." She shut the door swiftly and huffed before grabbing a clean t-shirt out of her dresser. After changing, Jules pulled open her bedroom door, clutching the bloody shirt in her hand. "Do I need to douse this thing in peroxide too?" Really, it seemed like it would be easier to just toss everything and buy new stuff.
It was difficult for Jason to not turn sarcastic with Jules, especially when she acted kind of spoiled, and most of the time he couldn’t be bothered to put in the effort to not do that. He might have felt bad about it if she didn’t seem to get the same way with him. He waited until she emerged from her room in a clean shirt, glancing at the one she held in her hand. “Yeah, probably,” he said, starting off down the hall and towards the stairs. “I haven’t really needed to clean blood out of stuff before, so we’ll see what happens.”
Jules knew she was spoiled, at least with some things - a lot of things - but she rarely felt bad about it. She couldn't help it if her mom had money, or if they had other people to do things for her. She was pretty convinced that most people would take advantage of it just like she did, if they were in the same situation. Sighing, Jules followed Jason, at least grateful that he was carrying her bed stuff. "You've never gotten punched in the face and bled all over your t-shirts?" Jules asked. She supposed that could have come across as snarky, but she was genuinely curious.
It wasn’t like Jason’s life was especially difficult as it was, even if he was stubborn and insisted on doing some of the practical day-to-day things that he didn’t necessarily have to do. He had just started to when it was just him and his father and continued on that way out of resentment at having to ask his parents for anything. “I’ve gotten punched a couple times, but it didn’t lead to excessive bleeding,” he said with a shrug. It also hadn’t happened in a while, since he generally tried to avoid the kind of physical fights that might get him in trouble. Even if he would insist he wasn’t at fault and might be able to get away with it.
Jules hummed an acknowledgment in her throat, instinctively lifting a hand to check her nose, even though she hadn't felt any fresh blood oozing out. As satisfying as it should have been to imagine someone decking Jason, she found she didn't really like the thought of it. Maybe it was one of those familial things, where you could want to beat the crap out of a sibling, but no one else was allowed to. "They must have been some wimpy punches then," Jules said. "Have you ever punched anyone?"
“I had a black eye from one of them,” Jason said, heading toward the laundry room next to the kitchen once they were downstairs. “But yeah, they weren’t anything too bad. I mean, I punched back.” To what level of efficacy was debatable. Mostly he ended up hurting his hand since he didn’t know how to throw a punch, but he had at least made contact of some sort, which had mattered at the time. “Have you ever punched someone? Or slapped someone and pulled their hair or whatever.” He figured girl fights usually went less for physical violence, but who knew.
Jules raised a blonde brow, because it was hard to imagine Jason getting violent with anyone. But she supposed there was that instinct in everyone to fight back, right? Maybe not, but maybe Jason had it. She blew out a breath at his question, debating her answer, and then shrugged. "I've slapped guys before. I've never, like, out and out punched someone, like with a fist. I've fantasized about it a lot, but I've never done it." Shockingly she had never hit a girl before, though she had wanted to. Usually someone was there to de-escalate an issue before it went too far. But she had definitely gotten violent with boyfriends. "I generally just throw things, that way I don't hurt my hands."
Violence wasn’t Jason’s first response, but he also didn’t like people who tried to push him around. He mostly managed to avoid anything reaching that point, even though sometimes he could be a dick, since he wasn’t the easiest target, being Jules’ brother, though that wasn’t the sort of thing he would realize. It hadn’t happened in quite some time, which was for the best regardless of the reason. “Yeah, throwing’s probably better. It’s worked out for your mom all these years,” he said, given the amount of things that broke in their household. Reaching the laundry room, he handed off Jules’ bedding to her and pushed open the door. “After you.”
"Ugh, don't compare me to my mom," Jules said, annoyed. Yes, her mom liked to throw stuff, but so what. That didn't mean they were the same. Not that Jason had said that, but that's what it felt like, in a weird way. She scowled when Jason put her bedding in her arms, and Jules adjusted it as not to drag it on the floor. Sighing, she stepped into the laundry room, remembering the last time she was in there was during a party, when she was spying on Jasper and Sabrina Cox in the back yard. Jules dumped the bedding on the floor in front of the laundry machine. "Do I just pour peroxide all over it now? Or in the wash?" So he was going to make her do the work, that was fine, but she could annoy him with it until they were done, at least.
It had seemed more a statement of fact to Jason, even if it did up being a comparison, he supposed. He liked Jules more than her mom--by a significant margin--, though that wasn’t the sort of thing he would ever admit aloud and barely acknowledged to himself. Not that it was much of a feat, given their parents. Following her into the laundry room, he rolled his eyes as she dumped everything on the ground. “No, put it in the machine and pour detergent on it. You know what that is, at least?” The last was sarcastic, since he could tell she was being willfully difficult. He wasn’t really better when about that and it was his own fault for volunteering to help her; at least she seemed less on the verge of tears now.
Jules opened the front loader door and glanced up at the shelf beside the machines. There were a few different colored bottles there and she frowned as she leaned over to grab the blankets and shove them into the washer. Her comforter was thick, so it took some muscle to get it all inside. "I know what laundry detergent is," Jules snapped. She reached up to grab the light blue bottle with the pink cap and she didn't want to ruin her blankets so she had to bite back her pride and actually read the front of the bottle to make sure it wasn't bleach or whatever. It said detergent, so... whatever. Jules began to uncap it and she huffed before looking at Jason. "Do I just toss it into the washer? How much? Is there, like, a measuring cup?" Her tone was starting to edge into 'whining' territory, but she was cranky now, and tired and annoyed and it was becoming the perfect storm for a Jules-tantrum.
Jason could tell that Jules was getting annoyed and headed toward one of her outbursts, but he had never been great at diffusing situations when he was also starting to become irritated, which he felt like he had more of a right to. She had come barging into his room and he was trying to be helpful, ultimately. He huffed quietly; his patience, which wasn’t generally in high supply to begin with, was rapidly dwindling. “There’s a line on the cap that you fill it to, then you pour it in the tray on the left,” he said, pulling open the detergent drawer and trying to keep his tone matter-of-fact rather than bordering condescending, even if he considered this to be a fairly basic life skill. “Then make sure the settings are on cold water and the wash cycle is set to normal.”
There was a tray? Why not just put the soap in with the actual clothes? It made no sense, but Jason probably knew what he was talking about, so Jules sighed and unscrewed the detergent cap to find the line he was talking about. She filled it with the pink detergent then set the bottle on top of the washer before pouring the liquid into the tray. "Why not just pour it directly into the tray? Seems stupid to add an extra step," Jules muttered. She shifted impatiently, looking at the various settings and buttons to figure out what was normal. "What's an abnormal wash?" Jules asked while rolling her eyes. "Like, laundry is laundry. Isn't it all normal?" She pushed the right button until the 'Cold' setting's little circle lit up red. "What happens if you use the wrong setting? Is the laundry machine going to explode?"
Jason didn’t trust Jules to not dump too much detergent everywhere and cause a bigger mess that way, so it seemed safer to limit the chance of that as much as possible. He crossed his arms as she fiddled with the buttons on the machine to try to find the right setting; it would have been faster to just do the whole thing himself, in retrospect, but now it was a matter of principle. Most of the stuff she mentioned wasn’t anything he tended to think too deeply about whenever he was doing his own laundry, he was just being more pedantic about it with her. “Yes, the washing machine is a ticking time bomb that’s one wrong setting away from taking all of us out,” he said, exasperated. “The different settings are so you don’t ruin your blankets or your clothes or whatever else you end up washing. Aren’t clothes the sort of thing that’s important to you?”
Jules punched the 'Start' button, assuming that was all she had to do now. The machine whirred and began to make noise so she figured she had done it right. Hopefully the blood would come out, or she would have to explain to her mom that she needed new stuff. The ‘clothes’ comment had her scowling at him. Yes, clothes were important to her, but she never had to wash them before and they always returned clean and fine to her bedroom. She didn’t have to worry about ruining them. "You're so helpful," Jules said sarcastically, more than eager to fall back on snark to hide the embarrassment she was feeling from running to Jason's room with a nosebleed, and then not even knowing how to use the laundry machine. "You should write a book about all the stupid stuff you know, that way no one will ever have to come ask you for help for anything." She began to walk to the door, more than ready for a hot shower to scrub all the yucky feelings off of her.
Jason didn’t want to consider that Jules coming to his room freaked out and covered in blood had spiked worry in him, so it was easier to fall back to sniping back, especially now that she seemed to be doing fine. Especially when she was being annoying about doing something easy like washing her clothes. “Most people have to figure out this stuff on their own, so you’re welcome,” he said in return. That probably wasn’t true. Other people probably had parents who made them do chores and showed them how. But whatever. He followed her out of the laundry room, though didn’t try to stop her from leaving if that was what she was set on doing. Now that he was downstairs he should probably make breakfast or something, so he headed toward the fridge.
Jules was hungry, but she wasn't about to tag along and whine at her brother to make her breakfast after he'd just had to show her how to clean her bedding. She wanted a scalding hot shower more than anything, and then maybe if her mom was awake by then, Jules could talk her into making some scrambled eggs or something. All she knew was that she'd had her Jason-fill for the day and she needed some space. Then she could freak out again in private and hope that the nosebleed was just a nosebleed and nothing more.