[ It's bizarre, how quickly they swerved from one trajectory to another. Jim had felt the argument hovering between them like a tangible thing-- not surprising, given that they're strangers, ultimately, no matter that they had a fun night together. But that strange space where they were both clearly debating whether or not to back up off the thin ice or not had vanished in favor of: this.
Something about it bugged her. Badly.
Huh.
Well, Jim's at Dutch's place now, knocking on the door and leaning against the frame, watching the street behind him as he waits. When she opens it, she'll be greeted by a familiar face and a friendly smile, though bright eyes are dimmed slightly by the fact that someone got in a good whack to his face at some point recently. ]
for dutch
Something about it bugged her. Badly.
Huh.
Well, Jim's at Dutch's place now, knocking on the door and leaning against the frame, watching the street behind him as he waits. When she opens it, she'll be greeted by a familiar face and a friendly smile, though bright eyes are dimmed slightly by the fact that someone got in a good whack to his face at some point recently. ]
Hey.