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a dirty, rowdy space boy. ([personal profile] stomped) wrote in [community profile] orifice2013-04-17 12:30 am

☞ despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage

who jack + isaac
what isaac being a nerd and making a stupid rube goldberg machine
rating idk pg maybe.
warnings too much nerd u can't handle it also idk why these lyrics

[ Isaac is bored.

He is bored a fuck.

He looks at the door, the window, plays with Cassiopeia for a bit by dangling a piece of floss in front of her paws--he even cleans a little bit and throws some shirts in the washing machine.

Staring flatly at the wall, laying on his stomach, he is unsure of what to do really.

He could watch television. At the thought, his lips quirk. The remote is far and the couch is comfortable and he doesn't want to just push a button to turn on a boring source of entertainment. Isaac looks to the door and Cassiopeia herself moves over to paw at it slightly, her long tail swishing back at fourth as she meows loudly. ]

I don't know when, don't ask me.

[ Jack's been gone for about an hour at this point. Maybe Isaac would have to find him (that'd be an adventure.) But for all he knows, Jack is just being picky or found something interesting. He'll come back with a story to tell... or write about, really.

It doesn't hit him until he looks over at the remote again, remembers that they have some dominos in the hall closet (he doesn't know why).

Turns out that... dominos escalate to full blow machines and thin nylon rope and an iron and a frying pan and a couple of toy trucks he scrounged up from the basement and even one of the rubber ducks from the bathroom to make an elaborate machine that spans the entire living room and some parts of the kitchen. Cassiopeia gets caught in the mess twice, curious and young, so Isaac hefts her up under his arm and she finds her way to his shoulders, a surrogate seat to her usual one on Jack as he works. She meows and he mutters. ]

Maybe that should go there...

[ Until finally he's got it in the device is set to go off as soon as the door opens... ]

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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-17 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[It would be nice if there was an adventure, but really all that happened was the store was really busy and Jack had... some trouble keeping himself together.

Crowds are difficult.

But he took his time, especially on the way home, and bought himself an extra couple boxes of twinkies for making it through.

So by the time he gets home with the shopping bags, he's tired, mentally exhausted, and ready to collapse on the couch.

He's certainly not expecting to open the door to...

...whatever this is.

He stands in the doorway and stares.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-17 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack blinks, watching the whole event unfold, reaction after reaction, fascinated as it all comes down to... turning on the TV.

He looks at Isaac, his eyebrows raised.

Well that was.

Interesting.

He steps in the house further, hanging up his jacket by the door and shutting it behind him. He looks around at everything a little bit more closely.

Jack didn't even realize they had half this stuff.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-17 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack raises his eyebrows. A bit? This looks like it took...

...probably the entire time he was gone. He sighs. He was gone a really long time, wasn't he.

Jack makes his way through the contraption and picks up the cat, depositing her on his shoulders, where she meows happily and makes herself comfortable.

He looks at Isaac, putting his hand on Isaac's shoulder.

Sorry for taking so long, he wants to say, he hope his face and gesture communicates.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-17 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack sighs heavily, shrugging. He takes out his notebook and... hesitates.

Finally he writes.]


help me unpack the groceries

[And after a moment's thought]

please
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-17 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack accepts the kiss, returning it, and goes to pick up the other bag, setting it down on the counter in the kitchen and starting the process of putting everything away.

Isaac may notice there's three boxes of twinkies. There's usually only one.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-17 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack looks over and... oh. He found the snack cakes. Jack looks away, keeps unloading groceries, albeit now with a kind of guilty look on his face.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-18 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[He pauses, then leans over and grabs the whiteboard from the refrigerator, scribbling on it before turning it around to show to Isaac.]

let's just say it's a good thing you didn't come with me
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-18 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack shakes his head emphatically and wipes the board.]

it wasn't bad

[He stops, shakes his head a little, wipes it, tries again.]

okay it was pretty bad but only because there were a lot of people there
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-18 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
I'm fine

[He hesitates.]

well I will be
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-18 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack watches Isaac for a moment.

He seems all right, for now, but Jack was out for a while and he's a little concerned for Isaac too. So he reaches out and taps his shoulder gently to get his attention again. He taps his head and points at Isaac.

But are you okay?]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-18 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Isaac you're a terrible liar. Jack hesitates, but he puts away the last few groceries and then turns to Isaac again, taking his hand.

Hey.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-18 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack tugs Isaac's hand gently.

Hey. Look at me.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-18 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack closes the distance between them and kisses Isaac gently, his free hand coming up to the side of Isaac's head, running through his hair.

You'll be okay. We'll both be okay.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-18 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack strokes the side of Isaac's face lightly. He leaves a soft kiss on Isaac's nose before mouthing the one phrase Isaac should have learned to lip read by now.

I love you.

It doesn't fix anything, Jack knows, but it certainly helps a great deal.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-18 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods, a shadow of a smile at the corners of his lips. He tugs on Isaac's hand a little.

Come on, there's a weird nerd contraption they have to put away, that'll keep them occupied.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-18 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack lets go of Isaac's hand to start untying some string, a little uncertain of where to start so he starts at the beginning.

This is actually really incredible how it's all put together. He keeps stopping to admire how one action led into another.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-18 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack looks over to where Isaac's leading him and follows, placing his hand where Isaac puts it.

Oh.

Huh.

He leans in to look.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-19 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack wonders why Isaac doesn't just... build things here. Do they not have the right materials?

Next project: get Isaac stuff to build things with.

He considers Isaac's question as he takes down some string. Jack looks back at him and shrugs. Vaguely. Something about an apple, right?]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-19 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack watches and nods. Yeah, pretty easy. Makes sense, too. Explains recoil on guns.

He starts winding the rope around his arm in a loop.]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-19 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack watches and listens carefully, memorizing them, first and third.

Cassie's starting to get a little too interested in the truck, so he walks over and bends down to pick her up but she's too quick for him and jumps right onto his shoulders. That works too. He straightens and turns back to Isaac as the cat settles. Jack holds up two fingers. Second law?]
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[personal profile] unkindly 2013-04-19 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[That makes sense. Jack nods, pulling down some more string, which Cassie bats at. He smiles a little, flicking a piece of the string in her face, and she makes a sound and flinches backward in a way that makes Jack grin a little more.

He pulls the string away from her, to her disappointment, and looks back to Isaac. Sorry, momentary distraction. Do continue.]