Do you want a timeline? I can run through all the bullcrap that's happened and every time the phoenix has been involved to fuck us all over and every time the mansion has exploded, imploded, or caught fire, but it'll take a while
(Noooot the subject. Not slightly. She's literally just telling him that he gave her one single information in a very specific context considering the whole talk they just had, and he's here in doom and gloom.
She's not going to fight him on this. Sounds like a major waste of her time, and while she does love Julian a ton, nah.)
( it's five minutes later when julian shows up in the kitchen, bluetooth speaker hovering behind him and hands shoved down into his pockets. he's dressed down in a very old, worn out tank top and shorts - it's warm outside, these are comfortable clothes to wear when it's hot as fuck and especially when they're planning on turning on the oven. so. )
(Girlie is as she usually is. Cropped tank top and short shorts, sitting on the corner going through the first cookbook she could find in the library. Yeah, yeah, he could download stuff from someone's brain, but she isn't going to. They are going to be stupid, as per usual, so they do stupid as stupid is.
With her legs crossed and dangling, she doesn't even look up before handing him her phone, she's focused. It doesn't have a password, so he'll probably get messages with a certain mystery mutant when he goes for her music.)
Half is pop and dance, half is classical, up to you.
(Hope he likes rave music. Because that's what's going on. Electronic dance remixes, because, of course, it is. Once that's done, she puts her phone aside and takes a little look over Julian's shoulder, setting her chin on it as she reads.)
Yeah? I'm the one who runs groceries, I basically raid everywhere's kitchen.
( or close enough. sophie leans on him, but his attention stays down on the cookbook itself. green telekinetic energy opens cabinets, sifts through boxes, bags, whatever looking for the ingredients listed. the fridge opens, and out comes the milk bottle and a couple eggs, which get gently set down on the counter beside the sink. measuring cups are removed from another drawer, as well as a large mixing bowl until they've got everything they need out.
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Never telling him anything.)
great.
choose a dish.
1/2
It wasn't like it was a secret or anything
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If it was he didn't tell me it was
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are you forreal
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this means he was bitching about me to you. if that's what got brought up, then he was probably bitching about me rejecting him.
you do not want a girl to know that. it's embarrassing.
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honestly saying crap about literally anything else is just going to dig him deeper into this hole, isn't it. )
You know there was a lot of other crap going on right around then too, right?
But fine
Whatever
I'm never talking to either of you about crap again
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mhm no i dont because you didnt tell me what else
come on, jules. im not yapping at him nor at you. it's fine.
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She's not going to fight him on this. Sounds like a major waste of her time, and while she does love Julian a ton, nah.)
alright, jules, alright. i got it.
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it doesnt look like one.
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golden boy?
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( it's five minutes later when julian shows up in the kitchen, bluetooth speaker hovering behind him and hands shoved down into his pockets. he's dressed down in a very old, worn out tank top and shorts - it's warm outside, these are comfortable clothes to wear when it's hot as fuck and especially when they're planning on turning on the oven. so. )
You have your phone, right? I don't have mine.
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(Girlie is as she usually is. Cropped tank top and short shorts, sitting on the corner going through the first cookbook she could find in the library. Yeah, yeah, he could download stuff from someone's brain, but she isn't going to. They are going to be stupid, as per usual, so they do stupid as stupid is.
With her legs crossed and dangling, she doesn't even look up before handing him her phone, she's focused. It doesn't have a password, so he'll probably get messages with a certain mystery mutant when he goes for her music.)
Half is pop and dance, half is classical, up to you.
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squints at the still-black screen for a moment, before he's waving it in front of her but not shoving it in under the cookbook because, )
It's a touchscreen. ( the fuck do you expect him to do with this? )
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(She'll pat the space next to him for him to climb, put the cookbook on there, and play her playlists as she fumbles with the bluetooth.)
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julian slides himself up onto the counter and takes the cookbook. flips through the pages a bit until he finds whatever's labeled cake. )
Preheat the oven to 350. ( he says, but the oven's dial is turning itself as he voices the instruction. he's got this from the counter, thanks. )
We need AP Flour, white sugar, unsweetend cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, kosher salt, espresso powder - do we even have half this crap?
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Yeah? I'm the one who runs groceries, I basically raid everywhere's kitchen.
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Hellion, wine or bubbly?
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( or close enough. sophie leans on him, but his attention stays down on the cookbook itself. green telekinetic energy opens cabinets, sifts through boxes, bags, whatever looking for the ingredients listed. the fridge opens, and out comes the milk bottle and a couple eggs, which get gently set down on the counter beside the sink. measuring cups are removed from another drawer, as well as a large mixing bowl until they've got everything they need out.
probably. )
Do you know where the whisks are?
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