an ordinary girl from an ordinary town (
weirderthanthou) wrote2024-10-02 10:21 am
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The Isle of IKEA, Wednesday Morning
James's apartment had been largely abandoned for years, and he hadn't exactly made it homey before he left. So there was really only one solution, at least as far as a girl like Jesse went: a trip to IKEA, to at least get him some plants.
And furniture.
And weird little things. (She loved the weird little things.)
Being the disgustingly early riser that she was, it was probably no surprise that they turned up early, walking onto the premises of the island and its massive Swedish monolith a few minutes before opening time. "I always wonder who exactly shops here," she mused. "I think there's actually a special Portalocity station assigned to just the isle?"
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And furniture.
And weird little things. (She loved the weird little things.)
Being the disgustingly early riser that she was, it was probably no surprise that they turned up early, walking onto the premises of the island and its massive Swedish monolith a few minutes before opening time. "I always wonder who exactly shops here," she mused. "I think there's actually a special Portalocity station assigned to just the isle?"
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He was aware his back was way too stiff. It wasn't going to stop him from the slightly dry tone.
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He was keeping his fleeting kneejerk thoughts on 'torture chairs' to himself, and everyone should be very happy about that. That was the actually helpful part.
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"Have you clocked where all the exits out of this space are? 'Cause I have."
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Although he'd definitely had worse.
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Was he trying to faintly joke to make up for not being relaxed enough? Maybe.
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He tried for a little smile.
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He was hilarous, considering he was way more in need of getting into the spirit of things.
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Somewhat obediently, for lack of a better word.
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Did I just think that?
Jesse pushed up to her feet, sticking her hands into her pockets. "I'm a hopeful person."
What IS a nice backside, anyway? What about a--
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This was fine!
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"I just thought being hopeful is more... intrinsic to you than that," he explained in turn.
Gently, was maybe the word for it.
"Because you're a hopeful person. Swedes don't get credit for that."
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And, after a second of hesitation, gave her shoulder a very gentle little bump with his.
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