"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."
"There's nothing wrong with my taste in film," he says, and then he's standing up with a start, watching him get up and walk over to the kitchen. There's a long pause before he says-
"Just... water, then. As you like."
Jacobi will come back from the kitchen and see that the wolf's eyes are open and on him.
Once in the kitchen, he leans against the counter, taking a break, resting his head down on it for a long, long moment. Everything spins around him and it would be nice to just take a nap there. To just let the world melt away and he could just sleep, right there. On the counter. Or maybe curl up on the floor.
It takes him a while before he comes back and he notices that look, yes. And it's promptly ignored.
Jon doesn't glance at the wolf, but he keeps his eyes on Jacobi. And sips at his water. And it's clear that he's clearly trying to figure out how to encapsulate his feelings on the film.
"I conclude that it is, in fact, an experience. And, as experiences go aboard this ship... certainly not the worst."
He looks to Jacobi.
"...Regina George should hardly be your... hashtag 'inspiration', however."
"I maintain that the real villain was Janis Ian," he tells him. "Cady came in with no real practical social skills. No knowledge of the American high school system. And Janis Ian turned her into the perfect spy. She just didn't teach her how to disengage."
"I don't actually have an argument for that," he says as he sips at his own water. "Other than to say that the true villain is the American high school system."
"What, did you go to some magic school that was immune to cliques?" He laughs.
"We're on a boat full of adults - " A pause. " - mostly adults. And there are cliques exactly like that. We're in a very gritty version of Mean Girls right now."
"That doesn't make the whole thing any less bullshit," is his counterargument to that, "and of course I didn't. I had no friends and people couldn't stand me. I spent most of my time in the library. I avoided the whole thing, for the most part."
He doesn't sound as if he didn't care so much as, well, that was the best of his options and what is a single kid to do in such a situation? Fucking deal, really.
"Oh my god, you couldn't prove my point harder if you tried."
He puts his water on the floor, away from foot traffic. "This is pretty much how high school was for me, too. Less...blowing up, of course. But - one or two friends. And we spent more time fucking around than anything else. Well, not too much fucking around. Still had to get good grades or dad would be on my ass, but enough."
He leans his head back.
"I hate it here, Jon. I'm not going to - blow it all to hell again or anything. And it's definitely the death toll talking. But I want to go home." He laughs, more than a little bitterly.
Jon looks back at him for a moment before he lets his own glass rest on the ground. He's not sure what to say about that, because he gets it. He really, most sincerely, does.
"I'm sure you do," he says quietly, gently, really, "and thankfully, eventually, you will. I do have faith in that."
He nods. "Thanks," he tells him, honest though it's marred a bit by his own smarmy tone. "I don't have a choice, but thanks." He gives him a bit of a nudge.
"Well, I'll let you pick the next movie since you sat through that?" he tells him. "And hopefully when I'm not about to drop, I might actually appreciate it?"
He looks back at Jacobi. Because if he could not appreciate a proper adventure movie, let alone the adventure movie, well, there was just nowhere this friendship could go, clearly.
But it's just as clear how much he genuinely enjoys the movies when he murmurs-
"Thank you."
And if he's mouthing along with more than a few of the lines as the movie starts, so be it.
Jacobi's just as into this one as he was to the other (and it helps that Harrison Ford is very much his Type), but it's clear that he's not going to make it all the way through. He tries. He tries really hard. But just as they Indy starts the truck chase on horseback, Jacobi can't keep his eyes open any longer. He slinks back against the wall, dozing.
Jon Knows, but he’ll watch til the end of the scene before stopping it and collecting his things. Then he’ll pack up and leave a note on top of a sleeping Jacobi’s forehead.
Daniel,
You’re a Philistine. We’ll finish up next time. And stop walking around so much.
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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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"Just... water, then. As you like."
Jacobi will come back from the kitchen and see that the wolf's eyes are open and on him.
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It takes him a while before he comes back and he notices that look, yes. And it's promptly ignored.
Instead, he hands a cup to Jon and sits down.
"Alright. Thoughts?"
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Jon doesn't glance at the wolf, but he keeps his eyes on Jacobi. And sips at his water. And it's clear that he's clearly trying to figure out how to encapsulate his feelings on the film.
"I conclude that it is, in fact, an experience. And, as experiences go aboard this ship... certainly not the worst."
He looks to Jacobi.
"...Regina George should hardly be your... hashtag 'inspiration', however."
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"I maintain that the real villain was Janis Ian," he tells him. "Cady came in with no real practical social skills. No knowledge of the American high school system. And Janis Ian turned her into the perfect spy. She just didn't teach her how to disengage."
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"We're on a boat full of adults - " A pause. " - mostly adults. And there are cliques exactly like that. We're in a very gritty version of Mean Girls right now."
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He doesn't sound as if he didn't care so much as, well, that was the best of his options and what is a single kid to do in such a situation? Fucking deal, really.
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"Oh my god, you couldn't prove my point harder if you tried."
He puts his water on the floor, away from foot traffic. "This is pretty much how high school was for me, too. Less...blowing up, of course. But - one or two friends. And we spent more time fucking around than anything else. Well, not too much fucking around. Still had to get good grades or dad would be on my ass, but enough."
He leans his head back.
"I hate it here, Jon. I'm not going to - blow it all to hell again or anything. And it's definitely the death toll talking. But I want to go home." He laughs, more than a little bitterly.
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"I'm sure you do," he says quietly, gently, really, "and thankfully, eventually, you will. I do have faith in that."
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"Well, I'll let you pick the next movie since you sat through that?" he tells him. "And hopefully when I'm not about to drop, I might actually appreciate it?"
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He'll nudge him back before he starts hunting around on his computer for the movie he's putting on, which might surprise Jacobi.
"...not a word. to anyone, thank you."
Because that file he just selected? Definitely says 'Raiders of the Lost Ark'.
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Not a word.
But -
"Nice choice."
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But it's just as clear how much he genuinely enjoys the movies when he murmurs-
"Thank you."
And if he's mouthing along with more than a few of the lines as the movie starts, so be it.
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Daniel,
You’re a Philistine. We’ll finish up next time. And stop walking around so much.
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