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Post by avalanche on Oct 6, 2006 1:27:12 GMT -5
Dominic strolled into the living room, and took a seat casually on the hearth of the fireplace. He yawned and leaned back, one foot haphazardly stretched out in front of him.
"Meatwave kicks ass, man. Definately a show so chock full of adult innuendo that it's barely a kid's show. Fuckin' funny."
Did liking Meatwave make him look less credible? Fuck it. Who gave a shit? He knew how hard he was, no sense getting all soft on how he came across now... it was just Lucas James. That's all.
Even then, Lucas was too busy with Recluse to give a shit about him regardless.
He couldn't help but smirk. What a fucked up situation.
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Post by recluse on Oct 6, 2006 1:38:36 GMT -5
The noise of her thumbs cracking stopped as soon as Lucas held out the remote, and she took it with a smile.
"Cheers."
Flipping it immediately to the right kid's channel, Gracie put the remote on Lucas' thigh. Yeah, there was a risk that he wouldn't like what he saw and change the channel again, but at least she was trying to be nice. Ish. He'd let her put Meatwave on, after all, when he could have just sat there and been all hot and broody and watched whatever he wanted to and ignored them.
She decided against talking along with Sidesalad, though. She had the feeling that Lucas wouldn't find that nearly as amusing as Dom did.
No that she cared what Lucas thought. Or something.
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Post by impact on Oct 6, 2006 1:43:50 GMT -5
He tried not to concentrate on the remote on his thigh and instead sat motionless but for the occasional sip of beer.
After a few minutes Lucas smirked, almost smiling. It wasn't too bad. There was some pretty crass humor mixed in with the fart jokes.
During the commercial, he looked at Gracie, and then Dom with a growing grin- distinctly amused. Sounding almost lighthearted, he ribbed them while indicating an offhand curiosity.
"You... watch this on purpose. Don't you."
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Post by avalanche on Oct 6, 2006 1:47:42 GMT -5
"You bet your sweet ass we do, Lucas." Dom said with a smirk. "It's good shit, worth catching when you can... and hell, if you catch a marathon, why not?"
It was good to see that the staggering draw of the Meatwave cartoon had an affect even on Lucas. The show was just plain good. It was like two dimensional crack.
He stretched back, leaning against the brick side of the fireplace. "You ever watch TV?"
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Post by impact on Oct 6, 2006 1:51:49 GMT -5
Lucas looked back at the television.
"Sometimes. If I have nothing better to do." But he usually did.
Adjusting the way he was sitting on the couch, the remote fell off his thigh and he picked it up, setting it on Gracie's leg.
"Not a lot of down time is all. Guess you two have had your shot. Jail time?" That's right. Lucas James was so entrenched in his lifestyle he'd never taken the chance to breathe, much less anything else.
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Post by recluse on Oct 6, 2006 2:07:08 GMT -5
A hint of a smile appeared on her lips, but thankfully she managed to pass it off as related to the show rather than the presence of the remote on her own leg. She wasn't going to put it back and end up looking like a kid, or like she was trying to play games with him. Lucas' manner didn't exactly invite playfulness.
Cracking her toes, she looked sideways at him for a moment.
"Got into Meatwave last year - I really didn't have anything better to do then." She really didn't want to get into a 'I've been in jail for like, three nights,' thing - wasn't really the most pleasant situation, while it had lasted, and she didn't think it made her look hard or anything. Being shoved in jail and then pulled out to live with your mom wasn't exactly the best story.
Gracie wondered for a moment whether Lucas was actually planning on leaving his whole life behind to go join the Brotherhood. As far as she could see, they weren't in the news every day - would that be too much down time for him?
She didn't bother saying anything, turning her attention back to the TV instead.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 6, 2006 10:14:26 GMT -5
Dom stared at Lucas for a minute, trying to figure out if he was joking.
"Naw man, no jail time. I've spent the last year training solo with my abilities... it's the reason I can do everything I can do now and not just make some trembles in the ground. Even then I tried to catch some R&R. It's good for you."
He looked over at the TV, chuckling as Side-Salad made his intro.
"Human brain needs some down time now and again... that's what Meatwave is for."
He grinned, having never thought of it that way.
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