I bit my lip, taking a moment to answer. That was a little too easy. But…
I inhale and shut the fridge door, which I don't remember opening. "Yeah. Yeah, that'd be nice. But, I want to know some things first, things I wanna know now. Where did we first meet, and how did it go?" I ask in anticipation.
Kaiholo chuckled softly, thinking back.
"I was visiting the state you lived in, Colorado, to climb the mountains. After the mountains I decided to just wander around town. That was when I bumped into you, but you insisted it was your fault. We apologized and went our way, but the funny thing is, we kept ending up in the same shops. You didn't want to accuse me of following you because it's not like I had much of a capability to, but it was starting to become suspicious. You approached me about it in a cafe and I didn't even recognize your voice from when we ran into each other. You sat down at my table and we started discussing philosophy, which of course brought me onto the subject of our existence. You really enjoyed that conversation, so we had more to follow."
He pauses and listens for a response, hoping he's a good storyteller.
I live in Colorado? In the mountains? It slightly bothers me that I can't recall anything Kai had described, but nonetheless, he seemed so happy telling the story.
I laugh, "Oh, so you were my blind stalker? I see. Makes perfect sense. How long have we known each other? And what's your favorite memory with me?" I look down at the floor as I go back and forth from the living room to the hallway to where Prince's room is. He is taking a nap on his bed.
"Quite a few years, actually," He begins. "I think there's a lot of memories with you to choose a favorite, but I do appreciate the times you'd go off on rants or tangents and all I had to do was listen closely. I never liked silence, but with you I've never had to worry about that."
You hear the distant sound of Jean's bedroom door opening and closing from the other room followed by noises in the kitchen.
I expect a different answer, but what Kai says instead warms my heart. "I'm just constantly thinking, so I guess I have a lot on my mind," I smile, but pause when I hear sounds in the kitchen. "Here, I'll call you later so we can set up a time to get my memory back. I think Jean sobered up a little. Bye, Kai!" I say, waiting for him to reply and hang up. I stare at my phone for a couple moments before walking back to main area.
Jean is heating up some spaghetti. I slide by his side, noticing he no longer smells like drugs, but of cologne. "Can I join you, or are you still being a bitch?"
Jean rolls his eyes tiredly, his hair still dripping slightly as he shrugs.
"You a fan of leftovers?" He inquires, his mannerisms more sober and controlled, but still a little mellow as he trudges to the sauce warming up on the stove.
"I hope you like it spicy." He comments as he dishes out some spaghetti noodles before pouring a bit of sauce over it, handing the dish to you.
"Forks are in the drawer next to you."
I open the drawer next to me, the silverware clashing together. I grab two forks. "I do like leftovers but I don't know why. I also think I like spicy food. I think," I say hesitantly.
I place the plates onto the island and slips into the chair while Jean gets his share. I hand him a fork. "You know, I didn't take you for the cooking type. When'd you learn?" I ask, stabbing into a meatball. stabbyy stab stab
Jean shrugs dismissively as he sits next to you, taking a few bites of his spaghetti before responding.
"Well, how am I supposed to eat?" He starts, looking at you curiously. Prince, smelling the spaghetti, peaked around the corner and slowly made his way to the both of you, jumping up on the island to get a closer look at your food.
I squint at the black cat and shield my food. "Literally get your own spaghetti." I shake my head, forgetting I am having a conversation with Jean. I turn to him. "Your sass levels are over the top, sir, I'm going to need you to tone it down," I tease, putting one hand above myself to show how high his sass levels were, and putting another hand considerably lower, where his sass levels need to be. yes thiis is a real psot.
Jean rolled his eyes as he chuckled at your response.
"Just trying to ease the tension." He pauses, looking down at the floor for a moment before his eyes fluttered back up to yours.
"Did Anubis say when he'd come back? I'm thinking I'm game for another job, I'd hoped he found one already."
I shrug. "I dunno. He probably did find something, but yaknow, you provoked him," I say, definitely meaning to be fucking passive aggressive. Don't do drugs, Jean. im sorry i cant make this any longer god help me its a real post. Prince climbs onto Jean's lap, clearly begging for food.
Jean shrugs your implication off and continues eating spaghetti, ignoring Prince but with a clear expression of wanting to give him attention.
"You weren't here for the whole thing, it was his fault, trust me." He utters, taking another bite of his spaghetti. His tone seemed laced with so much sarcasm that he almost sounded genuine, but his relaxed body language seemed to communicate that he wasn't defending himself.
"What'd you talk about with your Not-Boyfriend?"
I finish off my spaghetti and get up to put the plate in the sink, pouring myself a drink in the process. is it alcohol? juice? water? we may never know. "Ummm, talked about getting my memory back, and also our old friendship," I explain. I get the urge to tell Jean about my explanation of fall, but decided to keep that moment to myself. "Want any?" I motion towards my drink.
Jean looks up to see what you're offering, holding up a hand to deny it and subtly shaking his head. As he finishes his spaghetti, he picks up his plate and places it into the sink.
"What'd he tell you about your old friendship? Was he your boyfriend back then?"
He asked, turning on the faucet and washing the sauce off the plate.
I glare at Jean, nearly choking on my drink. "Wh- no! Why do you keep insisting we dated?" I suspiciously squint my eyes at the back of his head. oh if i could stab him right n o w. "He just told me where we met. Apparently I live in Colorado."
Jean chuckles at your reaction, putting the plate away and returning to the island, reaching below to grab a bottle of whatever beer, popping open the lid and taking a sip.
"Is that right? Well, you live in Ohio now, hope you're cool with that."
"bro thats my favorite beer get me a bottle" i smirk, smirking at the smirky whatever beer
"Is that right? Well, you live in Ohio now, hope you're cool with that."
A constant state of Ohio. big wink. right there. saint bernard sits at the
of the driveway.
I smile to Jean, lifting up my glass as a signal to clink. I begin to make a cheesy toast, because that's the move sister. "To me wandering into a cyborg company building in Ohio and almost getting killed by you!" I cheer.
im really desperately trying to make these longer but its not working. this is a real post.
Jean smiles softly at you, tapping your glasses together as he adds, "To your weird ass life." before taking a sip of the drink. As he took his sip, the front door opened and in shuffled a messy and tired Anubis. His hair seemed ruffled and dirt marked his face here and there. A spot of blood ran down his nose and a bruise started to form on his left chin. Jean didn't move, but instead raised an eyebrow at him.
"Hope that was worth the paycheck."
Jean utters, taking a sip of his beer without breaking eye contact with Anubis.
Anubis rolls his eyes at Jean, making his way to the sink to wash the blood and dirt off his face. After he finishes, he steals Jean's whatever beer and takes a swig. "Got more money than if you went with me, that's for sure," he teases, pointing to Jean. I chuckle at the two whilst taking a sip of my own drink.
"What was the job? And the paycheck?" I ask curiously.