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[ It's somewhat alarming, waking up in a house that isn't his, with no clear memory of how he got there. But despite that, Jefferson seems okay, even with the dehydration and the mild headache that causes him to scrunch up his face and cover his eyes with his hand. There's a bit of grumbling and groaning, dramatics that nobody but Jefferson (and the cameras ubiquitous to every building in town) is privy to.

Glancing at the bedside clock, he can see that it's well past when he usually gets up, so he might as well get dressed and return home-- well. Return to the motel for a shower and a change of clothes before stopping by his shop. It's not even that he needs to be there today, but... what else is he going to do? He has nobody or nothing else to occupy him. And, as he remembers more from the night before, he knows he made enough of a fool of himself already. No need to impose on Brock and Kenzi any longer than necessary.

Luckily, it looks like he tried to strip as he stumbled his way to the bed, so his clothes are easy to find in a rather obvious trail from the door to the mattress. Wrinkling his nose a little at the ensemble-- a hoodie? He must have been truly depressed yesterday-- Jefferson puts it back on piece by piece, though his scarf and coat aren't anywhere to be found.

Must be by the front door, he figures. He wonders if that means they saw his scar, realized just how truthful he was being when he called himself damaged goods the other night. It was kind of them to deposit him in the guest bedroom despite that.

Though a little bit dizzy, he tries to keep as quiet and stealthy as possible as he starts to make his exist-- though not before stopping by the guest bathroom to quickly rinse his mouth with astringent, minty wash and attempt to salvage his hair from the bedhead he woke up with. He can hear activity in the kitchen as he makes his way down the stairs, and there's a pang of guilt in his gut as he feels even more like an intruder on the happy couple. Best to head out the front door before they notice. It'll be the least awkward for everyone.

Just... where's his scarf? And his coat? ]

Edited 2017-03-19 01:03 (UTC)

[Despite all her bravado, the ring on her finger, and the fact that her 'husband' is incredibly attractive, Kenzi still hasn't had sex with him.

What? It's not like she hasn't THOUGHT about it! She thinks about it like, all the time. Overthinks. Gets nervous. Rumlow picks up on it. They just end up going to sleep, unsatisfied and she ends up feeling like a total failure as a person.

It's a combination of things that keeps her on edge. The fact that she can't remember the actual first time that they fucked-- or... any time, for that matter. The fact that he's so much older than her and obviously more worldly and she... is not. She's had like... three entire boyfriends. One of them didn't even really count! One of them cheated on her and she caught him in the act, which she remembers now and it's throwing her off even more. There's also the fact that this marriage isn't really a marriage. Their relationship, whatever that might be, is temporary and what if she can't give him what he wants? He won't stick around.

She wants him to stick around.

Kenzi has a crush on her own husband and is too nervous to take advantage of it. How lame is that?

She also hasn't even seen what he's working with, yet. She's felt it. Pressed up against him while making out, sleeping in the same bed, she knows it's there. She wants to see it!

...Which is why she's being quiet as a mouse, moving across their bedroom floor to sneak up to the en suite master bath and press herself up close to the door frame. Honestly, she could just walk in there. She could pretend to be brushing her teeth or something, but it's easier to get a good look from this vantage point. The creeper vantage point. Just gotta wait until Rumlow turns around... ]

[It's been quiet. Toooooooo quiet. Not in a creepy, someone's up to something kind of way, though... the sheriff is definitely up to something. No, it's quiet as in Rumlow's said like five words to her lately and been spending WAY more time at the gym than usual. It's weird! He's not... physically distant. Just mentally. Emotionally? Whatever, it's not like they're some super solid thing or she expects him to legit date her on the regular or whatevs.

... Okay, maybe it's kinda like that. Maybe she thought they were close to something like that and now it's kinda shaky. There's all these memories in the way, conflicting lives, people from the past randomly coming out of the woodwork. It's tricky. It's complicated, sure, but that doesn't mean they should get weird around each other. Right? RIGHT! Kenzi's determined to get to the bottom of this and confront her not!husband on his weird silence.

It's why she's at the gym right now on her day off. It's why she's marching over to the bench Rumlow's sitting on, ponytail swinging behind her as she moves to stand D I R E C T L Y in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest like it's at all imposing. Check this eyebrow lift, Brock. She means business.]

So you workout 80 hours a week now? Cool. Nice. Good to know. [The attitude is EVIDENT!]

ACTION; the morning of March 18

ACTION; Backdated like woah (March 13th ish?)

ACTION; Sometime May 10