Jacobi, still limping, answers the door with a nice hoodie (one with no holes) on and actual pants. This should be considered a success, considering that he absolutely wants to just curl back up in bed. "You could have at least brought one pitchfork," he remarks.
"Don't mind the dog," he adds, gesturing for him to come inside.
He glances over at said 'dog' and gives a snort and a shake of his head.
"I usually have a dog around, given Winifred," he says as he walks in, closing the door behind him and waiting to watch Jacobi. He's well aware how fresh into his death toll he is and how likely it is that he could fall over.
"And I have a wolf around at work when Lark can spare the time. Not a problem." When he can, the laptop is going to get placed on the bed where he assumes Jacobi wasn't laying before he starts looking for a plug for it.
Jacobi chuckles. "Nobody told me about your ears, catboy," he laughs. "I was a real cat. Chased a rat. And leaves. Slept a lot." He opens his eyes to look at him. "Oh, I did meet...oh, shit, what did it call itself? The Distortion? Part of It Is Not What It Is? That was a real treat."
He casts a quick look to Warren because whoops he forgot to tell him this part.
The wolf doesn't lift it's head. But the ears? The ears are definitely turned towards Jacobi.
Jon doesn't say word about that, but he winces, intensely, as Jacobi mentions-
"Who was- that is, I'm assuming someone here has-" He pauses and tries to collect himself. Because there's a terrifying option and a less terrifying option and he's hoping it's the less terrifying one.
"What was their name? I-if you don't mind me asking."
"I'm sure they'll tell you if they want to tell you," he says to Jon pointedly. He is well aware of the tension already present between the two of them. He's not going to be the cause of more.
"They know where to find you. But - uh, I will say that it was your damn list that helped me figure out what the hell was going on. Knowing that I was supposed to be going crazy actually helped me not go crazy when I was wandering hallways for what felt like days."
"I'm not about to be cross with someone; it was a flood. I'm just trying to make sure it wasn't-" he breathes in and out and forces his shoulders to go down, "as long as it wasn't Helen or Michael, I don't particularly care. But if it was, that is a serious problem."
"I didn't get a name before I got my face scratched up and then thrown into a neverending hallway, Jonathan," he says with a roll of his eyes. "Thanks for caring about me."
He closes his eyes again. "I take it back. I don't want to watch this with you. You don't deserve Regina George."
Jon's going to rub the bridge of his nose before he looks up.
"...if that was their name. Then they came from my world. And that means a risk of them coming back. I am trying to look out for you because I'd rather you didn't go to take a piss and end up in a never ending hallway. They like to come back for seconds."
"Oh, and regular people can't be named Michael or Helen?"
Now he's just being a shit because Jon has shown weakness in the form of being exasperated. "I knew a Michael once. I pushed him down in the third grade. Do you think it's the same guy?" he mutters. "He seems like the kind of asshole to trap me in a neverending hallway. He chewed with his mouth open."
"I think you're being difficult because you're in a foul mood," he says with a huff and a shake of his head, "and I'll allow it because death tolling is awful."
He goes back to looking "...where the bloody hell is the- for fuck's sake..."
He grins, going back to leaning against the wall. "What are you looking for?" he wonders. "Did you not charge it before you got here? What if I didn't have an outlet that matched? What if I didn't have outlets at all? What if I was from a universe where outlets were obsolete?"
"Then we wouldn't be watching it on my laptop, which... may be a few years old, thank you very much, but works just fine."
He actually takes a moment, concentrates, then dives directly for the outlet on the side of the wall with the plug before sliding it in. He huffs in amused triumph before sitting up and opening the laptop.
"Should I get a chair or-" he glances between the wolf and Jacobi and the bed.
Jacobi huffs a moment, moves off of the bed, pulls over a chair and piles a few books on top of it. He sets the laptop on top of those and then sits back on the bed, absolutely winded, but at least they can both sit comfortably there.
"Behold. A TV stand. And it only took a full engineering degree from MIT and nearly a hundred grand in debt to make," he mutters.
"Christ, really?" he says and yes, he sounds more than a little impressed. Because it's impressive!
But he'll frown at it again before finding a spot to sit that won't block Jacobi. He kept the mouse in his hand so he could control it from there. Thankfully, it's wireless.
"Why do I get the feeling this will unlock huge portions of your personality for me, Daniel?"
"Oh, you didn't know I'm goddamn brilliant?" He grins. "And I think you're going to learn a lot more about yourself than about me, Jon. That's what this movie does. It tells you about yourself."
He laughs. "Get the lights before you get too comfortable."
He will roll his eyes because of course he does. Then he'll get up and find the light switch (which also takes a moment) before returning (gingerly) to his seat and glancing over at Jacobi as if to say that if this isn't a magical mystery tour of an experience, he's going to mock him in return a little, death toll or no.
Jacobi isn't paying attention to him because the movie is starting and Cady is talking about her life and he has no time for Jon's nonsense and shenanigans.
He does cast a look in the wolf's direction, though. Because it does occur to him that he's also making Warren sit through this movie. Jacobi might be death tolling, but there are so many little things that are bringing him great joy in this moment.
The wolf makes a 'harumph' sort of noise because this is 100% not his first rodeo here and whether or not he enjoys the movie himself is not the question here and thus he won't answer it.
Jon, however, is watching the film like an anthropologist trying to dissect and understand whatever the hell is going on on screen and when he does laugh, it's almost in spite of himself.
Jacobi is delighted by it. He almost forgets about the pain in his leg, the pain in his everything. He's exhausted, but it's a burst of nostalgia so deep that he's able to at least keep his eyes open for it.
"Everyone quotes this movie," he tells him, near the end, as Cady breaks apart her crown. "How have you never been exposed to this?"
He glances over at Jacobi with a quick, single chuckle.
"I think most of the people I know believe I'd break out in hives." He snorts and shakes his head. "Or that I haven't watched a film in my entire life."
He gets up slowly, steadying himself a moment. "I believe you've watched movies," he tells him. "I just think you haven't watched the right ones." He lets him finish the last parts out on his own, taking his time slowly to the kitchen.
"Do you want some water or something? Actually, just water? That's all I'm offering."
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See you in an hour.
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Just me. No pitchforks.
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"Don't mind the dog," he adds, gesturing for him to come inside.
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"I usually have a dog around, given Winifred," he says as he walks in, closing the door behind him and waiting to watch Jacobi. He's well aware how fresh into his death toll he is and how likely it is that he could fall over.
"And I have a wolf around at work when Lark can spare the time. Not a problem." When he can, the laptop is going to get placed on the bed where he assumes Jacobi wasn't laying before he starts looking for a plug for it.
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Speaking of dogs, though -
"How did you make it through the flood?" he wonders, closing his eyes, though not to sleep. He has to save his energy for the movie.
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"...did someone mention about the cat ears then?" And it's almost like spiritually, they're still there. Flat down and with a bristly tail.
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He casts a quick look to Warren because whoops he forgot to tell him this part.
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Jon doesn't say word about that, but he winces, intensely, as Jacobi mentions-
"Who was- that is, I'm assuming someone here has-" He pauses and tries to collect himself. Because there's a terrifying option and a less terrifying option and he's hoping it's the less terrifying one.
"What was their name? I-if you don't mind me asking."
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"They know where to find you. But - uh, I will say that it was your damn list that helped me figure out what the hell was going on. Knowing that I was supposed to be going crazy actually helped me not go crazy when I was wandering hallways for what felt like days."
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"I'm not about to be cross with someone; it was a flood. I'm just trying to make sure it wasn't-" he breathes in and out and forces his shoulders to go down, "as long as it wasn't Helen or Michael, I don't particularly care. But if it was, that is a serious problem."
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He closes his eyes again. "I take it back. I don't want to watch this with you. You don't deserve Regina George."
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"...if that was their name. Then they came from my world. And that means a risk of them coming back. I am trying to look out for you because I'd rather you didn't go to take a piss and end up in a never ending hallway. They like to come back for seconds."
He snorts.
"I have been seconds. And thirds."
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Now he's just being a shit because Jon has shown weakness in the form of being exasperated. "I knew a Michael once. I pushed him down in the third grade. Do you think it's the same guy?" he mutters. "He seems like the kind of asshole to trap me in a neverending hallway. He chewed with his mouth open."
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He goes back to looking "...where the bloody hell is the- for fuck's sake..."
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He actually takes a moment, concentrates, then dives directly for the outlet on the side of the wall with the plug before sliding it in. He huffs in amused triumph before sitting up and opening the laptop.
"Should I get a chair or-" he glances between the wolf and Jacobi and the bed.
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"Behold. A TV stand. And it only took a full engineering degree from MIT and nearly a hundred grand in debt to make," he mutters.
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But he'll frown at it again before finding a spot to sit that won't block Jacobi. He kept the mouse in his hand so he could control it from there. Thankfully, it's wireless.
"Why do I get the feeling this will unlock huge portions of your personality for me, Daniel?"
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He laughs. "Get the lights before you get too comfortable."
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He does cast a look in the wolf's direction, though. Because it does occur to him that he's also making Warren sit through this movie. Jacobi might be death tolling, but there are so many little things that are bringing him great joy in this moment.
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Jon, however, is watching the film like an anthropologist trying to dissect and understand whatever the hell is going on on screen and when he does laugh, it's almost in spite of himself.
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"Everyone quotes this movie," he tells him, near the end, as Cady breaks apart her crown. "How have you never been exposed to this?"
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"I think most of the people I know believe I'd break out in hives." He snorts and shakes his head. "Or that I haven't watched a film in my entire life."
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"Do you want some water or something? Actually, just water? That's all I'm offering."
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