(ง'̀-'́)ง (future_dust) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-09-23 05:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 050, jim, juno |
Who: Jim and Juno
Where: The kitchen
When: Noon
Someone had once said that looking good was halfway to feeling good. It was bullshit, of course, if you felt really terrible, but it worked as sort of a placebo, Juno had concluded. After some more ass kicking with Audrey, in which her own ass felt kicked to hell, Juno had gone back to Jack's and taken a warm, long shower, massaging her own sore muscles with the help of the shower settings. Then, she had taken her sweet time selecting what to wear, in between bouts of just sitting around staring at nothing remembering what she had just learned. Oftentimes, she thought about Jim and what he'd said about them disagreeing; it had seemed that he had taken things more personally than she had, which was kind of funny. Then again it was probably only because he was, by vocation or by demand, forced to passionately advocate against something Juno could take or leave when it came to this very particular situation. She had bigger fish to fry, and much looser morals, after all.
It was almost noon when she realized her boots weren't even on, and she hadn't blow-dried her hair. The former she could fix in ten seconds; the latter, she couldn't be bothered fixing. Juno simply brushed her humid hair into something presentable, without pulling it up, and put on the thin cardigan over her tank top before rushing down the stairs to the kitchen.
At midday on the dot she was entering the enormous kitchen, and wondering what she knew for sure how to cook that was simple and quick to make for two people. Juno didn't even know if Jim had any dietary restrictions, now that she thought about it. Chicken fajitas it was. She started gathering the ingredients and a skillet, wondering if it was too much to add some jalapeños to the pan or if Jim could handle the heat. She'd ask when he showed up eventually.