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[pussywhips]

Who: ann tacomocky (pussywhips) & clair nolastname (cajolery) & co.
What: a catchall for march!
When: always i wanna be with you
Where: and make believe with you
Warning(s): and live in harmony, harmony oh love

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anyway please hmu @ matriarchy for a starter!! ]

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[underwhelms]

[ There's a noticeable difference in Clair now, all the way down to the way she greets him, even while half-asleep like she hadn't gotten any rest at all. JJ knows that this isn't it, that Clair would never let the trauma of the kidnapping define her, but right now, it's hard to think about anything else.

But he'll do his best. Even as bad news lingers around them all, around the house and the entire city it feels like. The radicals might've been stopped, but morale had taken a hard hit. ]

Hey. Are you hungry? I brought you some soup that's so fancy I can't even pronounce the name.

[ He smiles as he enters the room, not hesitating at all as he sits down on the bed. Maybe it should be awkward, but JJ at least is beyond caring about appropriate. ]

[cajolery]

[ After the upheaval of the past few weeks, she's come to appreciate her stay at Casa de JJ. She lived alone before, but it wasn't really in her nature—she prefers to be surrounded by people, activity, conversation, laughter. Jean-Jacques, Camulus, and Sir Frederick were certainly... never boring, but she likes it that way.

(Well, it was mostly Jean-Jacques and Camulus causing a ruckus. Sir Frederick was more the steadying hand.)

She appreciates it even more now. If she had been alone, she might have gone mad. ]

Ah, soup! [ He remembered... or he wished to return the favor. Either way, she swings her legs over the side of the bed so that she can sit beside him (she feels less of an invalid this way) and reaches for the bowl, a soft smile on her face that just reaches her eyes. ]

Indeed. I daresay I am quite famished.

[underwhelms]

[ He's kind of relieved that she's happy to accept the soup. During the time that he'd been sick, JJ had gotten rather sick of it by the end, and he's fairly sure that if anyone offered him soup even now he'd be hesitant to accept it. But Clair had been kind enough to make him some (or at least try) when he'd been in need, so he wants to do his best to return the favour for her. ]

That's good. It's in the bag with some other treats, you can eat them whenever you want.

[ He nods toward the two bags that he'd set on the bedside table before he sat down, mostly because I'm not sure why he'd sit down with them still in his hands and I forgot to mention it in the other tag.

Anyway, he leans closer to her, their shoulders pressing together as he gives her a cheeky smile. ]

Do you need me to spoon feed you?

[cajolery]

[ Wait is the soup in the bag??? I'm so confused, spoon...

Well, I guess it's in the bag now. She reaches over to grab the container from the bedside table, her movements stiff—not that she seems to pay it any mind. She's always been the type of person to try and ignore anything that slows her down, as if attention alone gave it power. ]

Hmph! That is entirely unnecessary. I am perfectly able.

[ Are you trying to say that she's weak, JJ?? Well, she isn't. Case in point, she props the container of soup on her lap and takes up her spoon to eat. ]

[underwhelms]

[ it's in a takeout container in the bag?? omg i guess he should've put it into a bowl... too late now......

Well, JJ isn't the most observant person on the planet, but even he can't help but notice the way that he movements don't flow with their usual grace. Maybe because he's really looking for it, hoping to find his own comfort in the knowledge that Clair is fine.

But she isn't, and so JJ's expression softens somewhat as she sets the soup on her lap. ]

Okay, you might be able but that's not exactly steady on your lap. You don't want to get burned, so just get in bed and I can feed you.

[ Or at least hold the container of soup in one hand?? Don't just leave it on your lap. For once, JJ isn't trying to show off, and he reaches out to give her shoulder a friendly. ]

I did it for my siblings once!

[cajolery]

[ Okay, so the siblings thing is enough to lower her guard a little bit, if only because she's so weak to siblings. But... still. There's nothing she hates more than being treated like a child—she's hated it ever since she even was a child, and that's a hard prejudice to break.

On the other hand, she knows that JJ's trying to help. To take care of her, even if she's loath to admit that she needs it. And so she can't feel annoyed with him, though she still manages a stubborn pout without any of the ire. ]

Really, Jean-Jacques, I insist. I am not an invalid.

[ Though she does adjust her grip so that she's holding the container in one hand, closer to her face. And because I actually googled how soup is eaten properly for this for some reason, you can fucking bet she eats it properly, scooping the soup away from her and scraping the underside of her spoon lightly against the edge of the container so that it doesn't drip before bringing it to her mouth. ]

Mm! It is delicious!