Asgard IC Inbox.

[longwinded]

(art by leitmotif)

[You tried to reach John, didn't you? Unfortunately for you, you are going to get this message--]

Hey! You've reached my bracelet thing, which is pretty weird to say, just leave me a message and I'll get right back to you!

[CLICK.]

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just state which in your subject line!

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text;

[longwinded]

yeah i'm okay with that.
it'll be easier than texting me right? :)

text;

[nukeoleptic]

yes jsut come on it

action; because i do what i want in my inbox awyeah.

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[Not even a few moments later John walks in.]

Jade? Jaaaaaaade?

yeaaaah

[nukeoleptic]

Jooooooooooohn.

[ From the bedroom. ]

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[Annnnnd he walks to the bedroom, standing in the doorway.]

Never fear, John is here!

[nukeoleptic]

[ And she... is staring at a glass of wine. ]

I am too young to drink this.

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Well then why did you drink it?

[He might be trying not to laugh. It's funny but it isn't.]

[nukeoleptic]

Roxy drinks.

[ She has other reasons. ]

[longwinded]

Well, Roxy probably has more experience than you. Is this your first time drinking that stuff?

[Maybe they can talk about it...]

[nukeoleptic]

Nope! I had a few drinks at our apartment warming party.

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Then I guess you're okay. As long as it doesn't make you feel bad. [Curiosity kills the cat...] What does that even taste like?

[nukeoleptic]

[ And she just thrusts it at him. ]

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[He walks a little further in the room and takes the glass. He just kind of...looks at it.]

Am I going to want to spit this out?

[nukeoleptic]

It kind of tastes like fruit? Weird fruit. I don't think it tastes bad.

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[OKAY JOHN. BE A MAN. He kind of...just goes for it. Taking a nice big sip. The glass is set on the nearest dresser. Dear jesus. He is unsure right now.]

It burns, how is that even an okay thing?

[nukeoleptic]

[ Jade opens her mouth to encourage him, to let him know it's alright--

And instead, she just sort of giggles. ]

Wiiimp.

[longwinded]

[No she did not just call him a wimp. He picks up the glass, downing the rest of it.

HE SURE SHOWED JADE.]

No I'm not! It's so delicious, it burns far too good.

[nukeoleptic]

John, you're not supposed to gulp it like that!

[ She's laughing again. ]

You're supposed to saaaavor it!

[longwinded]

Well, then give me another half of a glass, and maybe I'll do it right.

[He's entertained. Laughing. Everything seemed okay for right now.]

Savoring it sounds hard.

[nukeoleptic]

[ And she, for now, indulges him with a little less than half a glass. She pats the seat next to her on the bed, though. ]

Here. Try again.

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[He sips slowly this time. Getting some of the wine on his tongue and leaving it to set there a moment before swallowing. It was strange this time since he actually tasted it. It was sweet, and bitter? He guesses he can see why Jade was drinking this stuff.

Though he felt really warm. It wasn't feasible that he was tipsy, or even drunk in the slightest. Just...warm. He takes another sip and savors it the same way.]

Okay, it's not so bad.

[nukeoleptic]

[ She is tipsy- maybe a little more than so, but it's good to not be dead anymore, good that the war is, at least, on pause. And privately, she's glad that they haven't gone home yet. Jade likes Asgard, more than she wants to admit.

She crawls up to sit next to him, leaning heavily into his side. ]

I missed you when you weren't here, you know. Joooohn you kind of drive me nuts sometimes but you have to always be in Asgard when I am, it's not fair otherwise.

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[John just feels fuzzy right now, relaxed. The war is paused, and he is here now with his family. He shifts around to accommodate her, and put his arms around her.

He's so glad she's alive.]

You worry the hell out of me sometimes. [The next part makes him raise his brow and bring her closer.]

I promise I won't leave you. I'll be here for a long time, and when we leave- we'll leave together.

[nukeoleptic]

[ The simple warmth of human contact is still soothing beyond belief to her, even after the years on the ship with him and Davesprite. She laughs a little at his words, though, getting comfortable, her eyelids heavy even if she has zero plans of sleeping. ]

Shhh, shut up, you can't promise that. Whatever happens happens.

[longwinded]

I can promise whatever I want.

[He's tired, mentally and physically. He seems to be in a snuggling mood, so this is what he's doing.]

I'm sorry I get overprotective of you.