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Life Goes On And Hides Under The Couch ((Open to Avengers))
After Christmas but before New Years, Jay and May had mutually decided to stop dating. They had drifted slightly apart. It was an amicable split and also half his choice, but Jay was still a bit sad. Though rather than brood in his room as he had done before, he went out and about all over New York City. Distractive outings. Though he made sure if he was with Stooges that the girlfriends were not along. He didn't want to dwell on being suddenly single nor did he want to feel like a fifth wheel.
Jay had gotten up late today and slogged out to the kitchen. When got back to his room, he noticed his door still open. He slapped a palm to his forehead and grunted.
"Crap. Crapcrap. Crapcrapcrap." The miniature giant space hamster, otherwise known as the pet he had that no one particularly knew about, was loose in the mansion. Jay turned on his heel and started down the hallway. He needed to find his pet before Jarvis found him and called the intergalactic exterminator.
"Boo," he whispered through clenched teeth as he stalked through the mansion. "Here, Boo. Heeeeeeeeere, Boo."
Jay had gotten up late today and slogged out to the kitchen. When got back to his room, he noticed his door still open. He slapped a palm to his forehead and grunted.
"Crap. Crapcrap. Crapcrapcrap." The miniature giant space hamster, otherwise known as the pet he had that no one particularly knew about, was loose in the mansion. Jay turned on his heel and started down the hallway. He needed to find his pet before Jarvis found him and called the intergalactic exterminator.
"Boo," he whispered through clenched teeth as he stalked through the mansion. "Here, Boo. Heeeeeeeeere, Boo."
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He laughed a little nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah. Uhm. Lost my Boo."
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She raised an eyebrow, folding her arms over her chest and leaning in the doorway. "You lost your...Boo? Mind telling me what 'Boo' is?"
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"Boo's my pet. He's about the size of a teddy bear. Walks around when you accidentally leave the bedroom door open."
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"He looks like a teddy bear with a fleshy mouth and bat-wing like ears. Happy little guy. Black fur with white stripes."
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He shrugged and sighed. "I gotta find him before Bruce or Marcus gets wind of this."
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"How fast was Boo moving?"
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Did people still ask each other out for coffee? Nicky hadn't really dated since he'd returned to Earth, and that one disastrous dinner with that reporter, Kate Durance, really didn't count. She'd wanted a story.
"But fast enough, I suppose." He turned his attention back to Jay. "So. Space hamster."
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"Though I've been careful with handling him and figuring out what food he eats. Seems to be omnivorous. Likes raspberries a lot." He glanced around the hallway as they strolled down it.
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He stuffed his hands and his pockets. "So, you like Susan, huh?"
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The Kitchen
"I just don't understand it..."
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He frowned. He knew, or at least suspected, the probably cause of Roxie's sudden reversal of course.
"I'm sympathetic, Vincent," he said. "Really. Break-ups are harsh. But this... this isn't the way to handle it."
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"I just need it for a little while is all."
Which is what everyone tells themselves.
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"Look," he said. "A lot of stuff happened in space."
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"A lot of stuff that she won't talk to me about and that apparently I can't help her with."
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"Okay," he said. "Let's start from the beginning. Do you know why they took the two of us?"
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Tentatively, he takes a sip. He's not a coffee drinker to begin with, but he's pretty sure it shouldn't be quite this potent.
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