ｔｅｘｔ.

[wolfchild]

I am looking for work.
I used to sell wares. I can also clean and organize and lift heavy things. [ she should probably clarify she has no superhuman strength but she wants a job so. ]
It needs to pay.


LOCKED to Jesse
I made cookies. Do you want to try them?

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[wolfchild]

[ wait. ]

The fuck?! Who did that?

[hostage]

What?

[Oh, right. He shakes his head.]

No one, no one. I tripped.

[wolfchild]

On someone's fist?

[hostage]

No! No, the railing. You know the railing on the elevator? That. I smacked right into it. Thing needs like safety cushions or something. Anyway, it's stupid.

[wolfchild]

[ Liar, she thinks though she doesn't say it. though unconvinced, she lets it be. ]

You need to be more careful. Here. These are all the best ones.

[ she holds out the cookie platter for him to take. ]

[hostage]

They smell amazing. Here, come on, sit down.

[He carries the platter over to the coffee table (which was swiftly cleared of drug paraphernalia just a few minutes ago) and takes a seat on the couch.]

[wolfchild]

[ she orders nymeria to sit, then follows jesse to the couch. ]

I burned a few. [ a lot. so many burnt cookies tossed out. at least when she ruins meat, the wolves will still eat it. ]

[hostage]

That's okay. Making mistakes is how people learn.

[Jesse admires the cookies on the platter for a moment before selecting one. He takes a bite, chewing slowly so that he can get a good sense of the flavor.]

[wolfchild]

[ ...............

.......

...

this feels like waiting for an executioner. ]

How is it?

[hostage]

- Oh my god.

You really made these by yourself?

[wolfchild]

[ IS THAT A GOOD REACTION OR BAD SHE CAN'T TELL SHE REGRETS THIS ENTIRE THING-- ]

Yes?

[hostage]

That is amazing. I'm serious.

[See, he's shoving the rest of the cookie in his mouth.]

[wolfchild]

[ she lets out a relieved laugh. ]

For true?

[hostage]

[He's talking with his mouth full:]

Really! For real! I can't believe you did it without help or anything.

[wolfchild]

Don't get used to it. [ she leans back into the sofa and wags a finger at him. ] It was a lot of work.

[hostage]

[As soon as he finishes that one, he reaches for another.]

Well, then I guess I better really enjoy these.

[wolfchild]

Mayhaps I can help for the first.

[hostage]

You better. I'll be sad if you don't.

[wolfchild]

I think you'll live.

[hostage]

But it'll be a sad life.

[He's pouting. It makes him look especially puppy-like as he chews on this cookie.]

[wolfchild]

[ and she thought nymeria was bad. ]

If I say I'll help, will you stop making that face?

[hostage]

[He perks up immediately.]

Sure thing.

[wolfchild]

[ she grabs one of the cookies to throw it at him. ]

[hostage]

[He's laughing as it bounces off his chest, but -]

Oh noooo! Wasting beautiful cookies!

[wolfchild]

I made them! I can do it! So behave.