I told you. I came from hell.
Dogearing her book, she let it skid halfway along the counter so as to be protected from errant drops as she went for the fresh pot.
Clint looks up at her, unsure what kind of question that was. This place looks like a regular kind of coffee shop and were they serve coffee in mugs or something, right? “Whatever fills up a cup.”
“Well, good morning. Welcome to Jeroboam Java; what’s your pleasure?”
“Coffee. Black, I guess.”
[ She took the movies from him, smiling with a light snort ]
Please tell me you’re referring to the Lion King as the best…A Goofy Movie doesn’t hold a candle to it. I mean..it’s basically Shakespeare. Which means we save the best for last.
[ She popped open the DVD and stuck it in the player, rolling her eyes at the comment. ]
I wish. I could totally use one. But actually no, just Captain of the Star ship Enterprise. My trapped-in-the-wrong-time-bubble roommate, Jim Kirk. You want a beer or something?
Who th’ hell likes Shakespeare any more anyways? It’s just a bunch of old men dressed in tights speaking in old English. They’re both the best Disney movies ever, I think I learned my dance moves from Goofy himself.
(Clint then mimics Goofy’s dance as he plops onto the couch, attempting to get comfortable.)
Starship? Huh? Sounds scifi-y.
[Odd, that he didn’t seem to know where he was, but stranger things had been known to happen.] Chicago. We are near the Field Museum.
[Who she was was a different question entirely. The comprehensive list of all the things she Was would be long in the telling, and she suspected he would balk at the pricetag attached to such information. Of course, it was more likely he was simply asking for her name.]
I am called Jack, or Jackie if you prefer something more feminine. I have found that humans are often made uncomfortable by things that do not fit within their gender binary. [Implying what, exactly, about herself? We may never know, although the way her facial structure blended both male and female traits was somewhat telling, as were her small breasts and narrow hips.]
Museum? The hell am I doing in Chicago near a museum of all places. (The confused yet curious man took a look around, attempting to see if there was some means of seeing and/or finding what or how the hell he got there.)
I don’t even know what gender binary means, Jack. So nothing to worry about. (It was strange though, the figure before him had much more than meets the eye.) So you know where I came from? Maybe point me in the direction of the nearest airport or something?
Here’s the result of my project! Because boomerangs.
you should follow because she’s one hot mama. and i’m not saying that bc of the fur k
We could? (Tilting her head at the thought, she frowns slightly. She doesn’t like that lady at all, but…) If you think it would help, then I shouldn’t mind it. (Playing with the edge of the skirt, she looks up at him.) I’ve been very happy, being here with you. It wasn’t so lonely with you around.
Well… I guess, we can quietly move you back into the cabin. (Clint said as he was rubbing his cheek, still not confident in what is and/or could be done since it’s not like he’s ever had a custody battle over himself or for another to deal with.) Yeah, (he says reassuringly with a smile, his hand dropping onto the countertop as he looked at her.) It’s been good having you here.