Room 528, Friday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was in a mood.

She'd skipped the undignified chaos of the newbie picnic in order to sulk get some quiet time in her room, and the raw noise this time of year left her in perpetual headache. She'd managed to make it through class today, although barely, and her temper was starting to fray again at whomever in the building had thoughts nattering away like some demented parakeet.

But the volume of the dorms, coupled with the residual crankiness she had left over from the rest of the week and situations not to be recognized, had sent her back to her room to scowl and pick over her closet, tossing last season's things in a pile to drop off at the Salvation Army or something. She had money now, dammit, she was going to spend it.

And despite promising herself that she wasn't going to do anything that sappy or petty, she was occasionally sending text messages over her phone.

bored now.

No answer.

am now trying long distance telepathy. do you have a compulsion to pet a duck yet?

She wasn't going to wait for an answer, really. Her ex...whatever...was just going to have to suffer her texting whims today.

tell me when your homework starts quacking.

be very very quiet. it's talking to you.

booooooooored.

The door was open, but Emma would be alternately bemused or pissy, depending on if that person had shut up yet. God.

[OOC: Open door, open post, fear the Fun Dip.]

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[bitten_notshy]

"Rental agency decorated it, actually," Jack said smartly. Hearing her say your Sebastien that way stung, even though it was true, even though it was what she'd always called him.

"Sebastien is as blameless as I am. But I'll try to get the place up to snuff before luring you this way."

[icecoldfrost]

Ah, minions. Emma was capable of dealing with the faults of hirelings. "They're fired, then," she announced loftily. "I've decided."

"I'm already going shopping for myself, so don't be too shocked when a package or two ends up at your door."

[bitten_notshy]

"I'll look forward to them," Jack promised. "What are you shopping for, anyhow?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Clothes. I'm cleaning out my closet," she replied, forcing more cheer into her voice. "But if I'm going to New York already, then I may as well shop for other people, too."

[bitten_notshy]

"Don't get rid of that red sundress," Jack said. "I like it."

It was a very important sundress.

[icecoldfrost]

"Since you asked so nicely, I won't add it to the pile for Karla," Emma teased. "But you'll owe me a favor."

[bitten_notshy]

"As if I'm not perpetually in your debt, Miss Frost," Jack said lightly. "Did you have a favor in mind, or is it to be called in later?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I like the idea of perpetually in my debt." You shouldn't sound so smug, Emma, it makes it sound like you have Ideas. Ones that most likely involve doing things that a responsible college student shouldn't get caught doing.

"Why don't we leave it on the books for later?"

[bitten_notshy]

"As the lady wishes," Jack said.

He didn't want to hang up. He didn't have anything to say.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma didn't want him to hang up. There were lots of things she wanted to say.

"Tell me about England?" she asked instead, curling up in to a little ball on the bed. "Have you been rained on the entire time? I've only ever seen it in BBC dramas, and it always looks so dismal."

That was Emma for I miss you and I'm lonely and please don't go away just yet.

[bitten_notshy]

"It's been hot, actually," Jack said, settling into his own little ball. "Not as hot as the island, but unseasonable. Nary a raincloud."

"There's an antique market, Saturdays," he added. "A few streets from us. Someday you'll spend a weekend here and I'll take you shopping."

[icecoldfrost]

"You know how dangerous that would be, don't you? Turning me loose like that?" she asked fondly.

It was nice, hearing his voice, even if was just over the phone.

[bitten_notshy]

"I could spoil you a little," Jack offered. "Anyhow, you'd be limited to what you could ship home or take through a portal."

[icecoldfrost]

"Careful, Mr. Priest, that almost sounds like a challenge," she purred before she could catch herself. "And you know how much I adore a challenge."

She shouldn't be flirting with him, really, but Emma couldn't help it. It was too much a part of their friendship and everything else to just stop cold-turkey.

[bitten_notshy]

"I feel like I should put some kind of limit on it to stop you from talking someone into giving you a dozen strands of pearls, or a pet elephant ..." Jack observed, growing warmer at her tone.

He saw no reason not to flirt with her. But he saw no reason not to flirt with anyone.