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The Avocado Agenda
Meanwhile, not far from the party-drama...
Dramatis Personae Jackson, Micah
In Absentia	27 April 2013 Warning: Adult themes! ^_^ (Set a few hours after Out of Rope)
Location <NYC> 303 {Holland} - Village Lofts - East Village
This apartment is cheerful, in its way -- bright and airy, its floor plan open and a plethora of windows providing it with an abundance of light. The tiny entrance hall opens into a living room, small, though its sparse furniture and lack of clutter give it a more open feel. The decor is subdued and minimalist; black and white is the dominant theme, with occasional splashes of deep crimson to offset the monochrome, though of late bright coloured sealife has made its way into being painted on the wall. The couch and armchair are upholstered in black corduroy, the low wide coffee table central is black wood and glass-topped, and a few large pillowy beanbags provide additional seating by the large windows that dominate the back wall. Towards the back, a couple of doors lead off into bedrooms and bathroom, and to the right, the kitchen's tile is separated from the living room's dark hardwood floors by black countertops. Above the bedroom to one side, there is higher space; a ladder climbs up to a lofted area looking down on the living room. Standing in front of the partition between living and cooking area is a large fish tank: one lone Betta, blood-red, swims regally among several species of black and silver fish. A hallway beyond the kitchen leads further into the apartment. Another bathroom stands just into the hall and the farthest door leads to the apartment's final bedroom, the door usually kept shut to hold in the acrid fumes of turpentine and paints from within. There is music. There's probably a /lot/ of music, filling Ryan's apartment and Hive's apartment but there's music in Jax's, too. At the moment it is Mindless Self Indulgence's 'Faggot' to which Jax is entirely non-ironically singing along as he bops around the kitchen. As much as you /can/ 'bop' to MSI. He is managing, though, cheerfully bouncy as he fries up some marinated seitan for to stuff into tacos. His mounds of baked goods from earlier have vanished, scattered to be dispensed throughout the /actual/ party. For the moment it is empty of people in here. For the /moment/. Micah returns from his sudden, unexpected errand. The door to the apartment has been closed in his absence, but with all the music-ing and partying, he sort of knocks and pushes it open simultaneously. He is dressed much the same as earlier, but the cap and jacket are removed as soon as he arrives this time. They are joined near the door by shoes, leaving only a T-shirt (with its gleeful, ‘unstoppable’ T-rex holding a pair of reachers), patched jeans, and socks with little Space Invaders worked into what might appear to be a simple pattern of dots and stripes at first glance. “Hihi, I’m back!” He waves as he pushes the door closed again, then sort of /bounces/ along into the kitchen. “Anythin’ I can help with?” "/Miiiicah/ how is your friend everything worked out now?" Jackson sets down the metal spatula he has been stirring with, resting it against the side of his castiron as he /skips/ towards the entryway to intercept Micah's arrival with a giant squeeze of a (kind of too-too-hot) hug. And then a giant kiss to match. "/Hi/ I don't know I'm -- frying things?" For eating. The guacamole vanished but I can make more. There's so much junkfood but this is going to be for /actual/ dinner.” Micah nods, adding, "Yeah, Janine is /fine/. She just likes to grump about things. An' medical transportation makes itself so easy to grump at by pretty much not workin' right /ever/. So, goin' from cursin' like a sailor while happy to /righteous/ rage mode..." Micah shrugs, his expression amused in an 'oh, you!' kind of way. Then there are hugs and kisses, oh my! Micah returns these in kind, giggling at Jax's enthusiasm. "Well, how about you do the complicated frying of things and I can mash things into new guacamole? I am good at mashin'." "Oh! Iiii understand about liking to grump about things -- I mean no, I /don't/, not /exactly/ but it's not like I don't have friends who just like to grump except /mostly/ they're always grumping about things that are genuinely deserving of grar so it's OK but --" Jax is still squeezing Micah through all of this but here he remembers to detach! And go stir his seitan. "Oh! Oh yes if you like mashing there is /so much/ mashing to do look there's even a masher --" It's already out! On the drying rack after being cleaned from its /original/ guacamole batch. "And there's tomatoes and avocados and -- um some onions already /chopped/ and some --" He shakes his head apologetically. "... sorry I probably don't need to tell you how to make guacamole it's not hard ummmmmm. Also there's so many /people/ but they're across the hall or upstairs." There are ongoing Micah-giggles at all of this! “I do seem to have an /awful/ lot of grumpypants friends. I s’pose it’s part of their charm, in a way.” Micah is gathering ingredients as they are listed. Avocados, tomatoes, onions, garlic, and spices! A knife, a cutting board, and large bowl to put everything in for mixing purposes. He starts cutting, pitting, and peeling avocados. “That’s good. Let the boys see ev’rybody who’s been missin’ ‘em all this time.” "Yeah, s'good. There's a lot of their school-friends turned out and --" Jackson shrugs. "So /hopefully/ the building won't burn down or nothin' by the time this is through -- mm. Oh and if you see a real quiet real tall Japanese kid lurking around, resist the urge to hug him it's treacherous. I don't mind grumpypants sometimes I /like/ a good dose'a /blunt/ -- I'm just not real good at /grumpy/ myself. Though!" For a moment he looks really /excited/ and the in the next moment abruptly frowning. "-- I did /curse/ at the boys the other day." Micah’s hands are coated in avocado, so he offers Jax affectionate shoulder-nudges instead of pats or hugs. “Well, that’s the thing for people as don’t curse casually. Makes people pay attention when you finally /do/.” He shakes his head, sending auburn locks bobbing with the force of the movement. “All that’s been goin’ on? I’m sure it was kinda /warranted/.” Halves of avocado are deposited in the bowl, followed by mashmashmashing. "They paid attention aright," Jackson's nose wrinkles up at this. "Just felt weird though y'know I ain't never /done/ that before. At them I mean. I barely never even raised my voice to 'em but /gah/ just /runnin' off/ without a word there ain't no kinda respect in that you know? /But/," he is saying this /firmly/ like reminding himself before he continues with this Frowning, "they are /back now/ and have I mentioned I'm happy?" Spoiler: he has. Probably a couple million times. /This/ time when he mentions it there's a brief-bright flutter of lights that skitter out like sparks and vanish into the air. "I like makin' guacamole when I'm mad. Or mashed potatoes." He is watching Micah's mashing with a grin. "It's cathartic." "That's good. Can't just let teenagers get away with /everythin'/. Even if they're all sad about it." Mashing completed, Micah throws the pre-diced onions into the bowl. Then he moves on to peeling and mincing a bit of garlic. "I /might/ have noticed y'were a bit happy," he understates with a smirk. "Also, you're flickerin'. Need to find somethin' to do with all the extra energy?" He pauses in his food prep. to wiggle his fingers. Like Jax needs to go cast Magic Missile at the darkness or something. "Liiiittlebit happy. Oh!" The mention of flickering draws /another/ shower of fluttering lights, dancing away from Jax to briefly illuminate the counter. The guacamole. The seitan. He switches off the burner under the seitan, looking amused at the wiggling fingers. "Yeah, I was gonna make a little /magic/ with the extra energy. See look watch --" And then there is a /wand/ in Jax's hand, long slim dark wood and he brandishes it with a flourish. "Lumos!" The tip of the wand glooooows. Jax beams. "You got avocado-fingers," he informs Micah, wiggling his non-wand-hand fingers back towards the other man. Micah is excessively amused by the wandings. “Ohgosh. You just… Heehee!” Garlic finds itself atop the other ingredients in the bowl, and Micah is on to dicing tomatoes. He is not doing anything about the avocado-fingers, except heaving a dramatic sigh. “It’s not easy bein’ green. Also, the oils are s’posed to be good for your skin or somethin’.” Chopchopchop, bits of tomato! "/Yes/ but," Jackson complains (not really complains), "avocado is /so delicious/ that it makes it really hard to not eat you." He is refraining, though! Mostly because Micah is wielding a sharp knife. OK, he's only /halfway/ refraining. He waits for enough of a lull in chopping that it will not cause any sliced fingers, to slip behind Micah and curl his arms around Micah's waist. Because if he is not currently helping he should clearly be actively distracting. His wand ends up looking kind of like it is disappearing into Micah's /gut/ though it thankfully can't be felt at all. "Littlenibbles?" He is absently kind of mouthing at the back of Micah's neck. It's not really kissing and it's not really biting. Just, omnom. The pause in the chopping is for Micah to scrape the tomatoes from cutting board to bowl using the blunt side of the knife. Jax is /successfully/ distracting! Knife and board return to the counter, leaving Micah hands-free but…with avocado-fingers. “Mmm…nibbles…” He just /accidentally/ happens to rest a hand on one of Jax’s wrists. “Oh, /oops/, avocado mess transference,” he announces /so/ innocently. “Should prob’ly handle that.” He plucks at Jax’s hand (oh no, now there is avocado there, too!) to bring the wrist to his mouth. Clearly that is the best way to handle food messes. Because it isn’t like there is a sink nearby or anything. Jackson hums a quiet happy noise, and his arm curls just a little more snug around Micah's waist. "Oh/no/ you /contaminated/ me you'd better fix /all/ of that." Standing behind Micah it's hard to see his smile but easy enough to hear the laughter in his voice. When his mouth meets Micah's neck next it is an /actual/ nibble. Micah leans back into Jax, a little purring sound rumbling softly in the back of his throat at the nibblings. "Oh, yessir, certainly cleanin' all the messes. So terribly /clumsy/ of..." The babbling fades into slow-careful lipliplicking at the avocado spread over Jax's wrist. If there is a little nip sneaked into this process...well, these things /do/ happen. Jackson shivers, and his smile at the licking is huge. "Lookit you, accidents left and right. If I didn't know better --" His fingers skim beneath the hem of Micah's shirt, and his head tips forward to press a light kiss to the corner of Micah's mouth. And then another. "Wait now /you/ taste like avocado this is dangerous ground we're on." Micah’s shoulders wriggle back against Jax’s chest at the other man’s shiver. “If you didn’t?” he teases, arched brows likely going unobserved due to the pair’s current positions. His tongue curls around Jax’s thumb, retrieving the last bit of avocado that had transferred to his hand, lips closing to suck remnants from the fingertip. One must be thorough with such processes. “Terribly dangerous. May be no survivors,” he murmurs into the hand, as if telling it a secret. Jax presses his lips to the hollow behind Micah's ear, and there's a quiet laugh in his voice. "-- if I didn't I'd think you was doin' it on /purpose/." His voice is a little breathier, as Micah's lips close around his fingertip. His lips close around Micah's earlobe, and even as he nips lightly he is kind of chuckling, quiet. "-- hey, if I gotta go, s'worse things than dying /happy/." His hand presses to Micah's stomach, faintly glowing and very not-faintly feverish-hot as it skims against Micah's skin. "Hmm...oh no, he's onto the evangelical avocado agenda. Abort mission!" Micah is wiggling his fingers again, as if...are they supposed to be the ones talking, or just being spoken to? It is unclear and additional hints are not forthcoming as Jax's capabilities of distraction prove far more than adequate. "You're warm," he murmurs contentedly, squirmy-burrowing back against Jax. "Yeah. You should see how doctors that don't know me freak out. They see my temp's at 108 or more and they think I'm pretty much at death's door." Jax sounds amused at this. He nuzzles in against Micah's neck, hand sliding up higher. Pulling Micah's shirt up along with it. "Y'don't need to convert me, though. I am already /so/ on board with the avocados. I would put avocado on /everything/. Y'ever had avocado ice cream?" Nuzzling turns into kissing, soft and light at Micah's neck. “Ohh, guess I should be careful, gotta low melting point,” Micah comments playfully, timing a deliberate limpness in the muscles of his arms and trunk with the end of the statement. His head tips back to rest against Jax’s shoulder, because it clearly could not stay up on its own. “Oops,” manages to escape his lips between giggles. “I can’t say I have. Had saffron ice cream this one time. That was /ridiculously/ just…indescribably delicious…things…um.” Perhaps his vocabulary would be a /bit/ easier to access if not for…well. Jax's arms stay curled around Micah, his posture firm and supportive against Micah's melting. "You're gettin' all /gooey/. I might mix-up and put /you/ in the guacamole." Not that he is paying the guacamole much attention anymore. There are more interesting things to pay attention to, like pressing kisses lightly against Micah's jaw. Then cheek. Then his mouth, softly. "I ain't never had saffron ice cream but ridiculously indescribably delicious sounds -- familiar." “Jax, if you do that it won’t be /vegan/ anymore!” One of Micah’s hands tickles teasingly at Jax’s chin, this time /legitimately/ getting avocado on him by accident. It is hard to remember these things! “Then you can’t have /any/.” So many kisses! Micah’s mouth has clearly found things to do that aren’t talking now. Jackson laughs, his nose crinkling up. "No way. I mean, /my/ problem with usin' animals is the lack of /consent/ but I can ask you first 'fore I put you in the guacamole." Cuz Micah would totally agree to that, right? He doesn't seem to notice the avocado on his chin as he kisses Micah again, deeper. He pulls back slightly, hands moving to Micah's hips to turn the other man around to face him. For more kisses, as he presses Micah just slightly back against the counter. "-- I mean," he murmurs between kisses (and with a rather distinct flush of red in his cheeks), his hands dropping lower to skim fingers against the waistband of Micah's jeans, "-- if people-parts wasn't vegan I'd -- have other problems." “Y’could /ask/, but it seems like it’d make a funny sort of guac--oh, I did it again.” Being spun about convinces Micah to stop the flopsy act…and also, apparently, puts him in a position to notice the green stripe he’d left along Jax’s chin. In and amongst the other kisses, he is polite enough to sneak additional little kiss-licks to correct his error. “All better…uh…” Jax’s vegan commentary brings an answering flush to Micah’s cheeks. Strange, exactly where the line is to set off blushing! "/I/ think you're pretty delicious," which makes Jax blush even /deeper/. "/And/ consent is the sexiest part of --" His nose crinkles a little. "-- guacamole." One hand curls around Micah's hip; the other toys absently with the top button of Micah's jeans. "... May I?" He is /probably/ not talking about melting Micah over the guacamole anymore. All the blushing! Micah’s face settles on an impressive scarlet. He gropes blindly at the counter behind him, locating a towel and finally cleaning his hands off enough not to risk making more messes wherever he touches. Which means the very next thing he does is to drop the towel and take up handfuls of Jax’s shirt. “Definitely…just… Maybe should /not/ be in the kitchen in case folks do want it for /food/ purposes. Lotsa people for the thing…” Tugtug! The grip on the shirt is rather insistent. Jackson's pierced lips curl into a wide smile, and he gives Micah another quick kiss. "Right," he says with a laugh, "party. Yessir." He is easily tugged, easily led out of the kitchen. "Though you /and/ guacamole at the same time is basically everything I could ever want in life. /Right there/. In /front/ of me." He is stealing more kisses as they go. It seems that Micah is developing a habit of leading Jax to his own bedroom, as if he did not know the way! And shirt-leash had conveniently been established already. “S’good to know what you want. And be able to get it.” He spares a hand long enough to open the door, pull Jax through it, and close it again behind them. Closed doors are also nice, sometimes.