a little unorthodox, but

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Who: Jesse and Kenzi
What: Kenzi needs to get to the bottom of things, which means she's going to get all L.A. Noire on Jesse's butt.
Where: A room!
When: Day 27, mid-day.

When Jesse sleeps, he sleeps like a rock. And after the fight that he had with Party and the general wearing-out he'd been through the day before, he passes the fuck out without really meaning to. When he wakes up, he's in a difference place. Again. He's not tied up or anything, and if he checked, the door wouldn't be locked, but he freaks out anyway -- until he notices that he's sitting at a desk with a lamp pointed at his face. What is this, an interrogation?

He's got a piece of glass he'd fashioned into a weapon in his pocket, and that makes him feel a little safer, and -- well, this is like something out of a stupid detective movie and he's amused. Half grinning, he sits up slowly in his chair and tries to peer into the general darkness of the room.

"... Uh. Hey? Is this a stickup or the start of a bad porno, 'cause I gotta say, bravo, dude."

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Jesse had no idea what it was either. He still doesn't. And he doesn't much care; it's gone, it's not going to come back, and things were going to get better. Jesse jumps slightly when Kenzi flicks him, and blinks at her. Yeah, he caught that.

"Have t'tell him it's not what?"

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Nooooo. Nope. Sitting back up now. Entire desk between them. This is enough space. "I can't tell you that. This is why you guys have to talk, okay? Shiz is messed up."

She doesn't know if he knows! He probably knows. But how much does he know?! That's not her secret to tell, if it's a secret at all. That would be like running around telling people Bo is fae. See? Secrets already! Sorry, Jesse, she's known your boy longer. He wins.

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Alright, alright, she has a point. Jesse sighs, rubbing at his face. "No -- no, yer right. I will. We'll talk." He gnaws at his bottom lip, and then looks up at her. "Hey, look. You ain't known him long but you're still looking out for him. It don't mean much, m'sure, and I said it afore, but that means a lot."

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Kenzi very much enjoys being right. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, watch out! This grin forming is a mixture of contentment and mischief as she stands up and heads over to the light switch. "I gotta look out for Squishy. He's soft and sheltered and prone to face-punches. Face-twin shenanigans can get kinda dicey around here."

When she flips the switch, Jesse can see that she had a baseball bat and a wooden spoon by her chair and they are currently... in the spare room across the hall with the single bed pushed up against the only window. She really thought this through, okay? Despite the complete lack of budget.

"I guess you're free to go. Way to cooperate, dude, I didn't even get to bust your kneecaps. Jeeze." Fun ruiner!

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Aw, Kenzi, Jesse's incredibly pleased to hear that. As wary as he is of Galen right now, he still loves him, and wants to see him safe. The mention of facetwins, however, gets him to wrinkle his nose and grumble something like, "Yeah, don't I know it," ominously. He's a bit sore from dealing with Party Poison, mostly emotionally.

And then he spots the baseball bat and wooden spoon. That makes him cackle. "Oh my fuckin' god, were y'gonna use those on me? Tough lady, I gotta watch out, don't I?" He's joking, but there's a hint of seriousness to that - girl has the potential to be a terrifying force of nature, Jesse feels like. "It's real mafia. I kinda like it."

Standing, Jesse runs his hand through his hair. As he walks by her, he goes on a whim and takes her hand to kiss the back of it, singing: "Heyyy, Miss Murder can I, heeyyy Miss Murder can I~" with a big cheesy grin, like the dork he is. He doesn't even care if it makes sense.

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Woah. Woah, this guy is smooth. Ridiculously smooth. Kenzi can't even be mad about the fact that he laughed at her a second time because... damn.

No wait. She lied. She can be a little mad. Just a tiny bit offended. Possibly trying to hide a blush and fight a bright smile, but still offended! Her hand slips out of his, after it's been kissed, obvi, and comes back up to cover his face and push him back. "There's still time for me to change my mind about the kneecaps. Don't push it, new guy, I'm vicious. I have a crossbow!"

And she got that reference. Picking songs sung by dudes who wear more eyeliner than she does is a cheap (but lucky) shot. Yep. She likes him. They'll keep him.

"You better watch your back, roomie."

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He cackles as she pushes him away, lifting his hands up in a show of defense. "I believe it, I believe it." And that's serious enough, because honestly, he does believe that if he fucked with her (which he wouldn't) she'd break his kneecaps. Scary.

With an overexaggerated bow, Jesse slips out through the door. "Consider it watched. Question, though: you got any food? Sorta unfair t'make a starving guy defend himself."

whoops. last tag before bed.

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Kenzi follows, closing the door behind them. "Most of it's in cans and the only edible things I know how to cook are pizza and sugary cereals. Think you can do any better? ... Can you make mac and cheese without milk?"

Phil can cook, but he's a busy guy. They're gonna have to get creative with this food situation pretty damn soon, and Kenzi sure as hell is not filleting any fish.

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"Eurgh, you can," Jesse hedges, making a face as he heads to the kitchen. "It's gross, though, s'like eating watery cheese. Y'don't got like... half n' half or something?"

Jesse can cook! With... a wider selection, but hey. He can work it.