[Rumlow's in the midst of pouring Jefferson a cup of coffee when Kenzi just throws that out there. He coughs and looks at them, wondering if Jefferson is more relieved or mortified. He's glad, of course, that she's standing by her statement from the night before, but he swears she doesn't have a subtle bone in her body.
He ignores the urge to make a joke about it in his own head.
Returning with the fresh mug, he offers it to Jefferson and gestures towards the sugar and small cup of cream, in case he doesn't take it black. He sits and nudges Kenzi lightly with his foot. Under the table. Where it's subtle.]
What Kenzi's saying is, you ain't at fault for kissing me. Neither of us are mad. We get it. [He resumes eating his pancakes before they get cold. He swallows the mouthful.] You mentioned your ex, yeah? You were drinking, maybe thinking about him. Pretty natural to go for someone being nice.
[Another forkful of pancake. Chew, swallow.]
If you promise not to make off with our stuff, though God knows, the decor is less than stellar, you can crash here.
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Date: 2017-03-19 03:29 am (UTC)He ignores the urge to make a joke about it in his own head.
Returning with the fresh mug, he offers it to Jefferson and gestures towards the sugar and small cup of cream, in case he doesn't take it black. He sits and nudges Kenzi lightly with his foot. Under the table. Where it's subtle.]
What Kenzi's saying is, you ain't at fault for kissing me. Neither of us are mad. We get it. [He resumes eating his pancakes before they get cold. He swallows the mouthful.] You mentioned your ex, yeah? You were drinking, maybe thinking about him. Pretty natural to go for someone being nice.
[Another forkful of pancake. Chew, swallow.]
If you promise not to make off with our stuff, though God knows, the decor is less than stellar, you can crash here.