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After a night of leaning (which, he felt, had shifted somewhat into cuddling territory eventually) with Turtle, Jeff felt a lot better about the whole ceiling situation.

That's why he only gave it one wary look before slipping into the hotel with his dog in the morning, and he began to feel just a little bit silly about the whole affair.

Ceilings. Really. Next thing you knew, it'd be floors.

...

It came as little surprise to Gunther when the words, Watch the floors appeared on the Specials Board that morning.

[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]

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From the completely unsurprised chef.

He's got a lot of Turkish food, for some reason.

With beans. Jeff doesn't judge.

Who's looking a little wary, if happier about it all.

...And still trying to figure out where the colour of a prom dress comes into anything. Was it code?

Chad would certainly admit easily that he wasn't always the most perceptive man in the world, not by a long shot. However, listening to radio last night, he realized that he might not be the least perceptive. Out of concern and the need to follow through with his duty as a big brother, Chad made sure to make a little time on his busy Tuesday to swing by the hotel and have a little chat with Jeff about something that very muchly seemed like the sort of thing a big brother should help with and might actually have been a bit overdue.

"Hey, Jeff."

"Chad!" Jeff grinned. From the desk, where he was perched on his chair. Just to make sure. "Come in! Watch the floors, they're a bit iffy today."

"...That does explain the specials board," Chad observed lightly after a slight glance over his shoulder toward the floors in question. Although, really, for him, floors always were kind of iffy. You never really knew when one wasn't built quite as well as it should have been and he'd fall through. Even though that had never actually happened.

"So, what's up, little bro? I came in to see how you were doing."

"Well, I had a bit of a thing where I thought the ceiling was going to eat me," Jeff said, with a slight shrug, and then quietly snickered to himself, "...But that's ridiculous. Nothing happens with ceilings, really. They just sort of sit there."

Chad took a moment to glance up toward the ceiling.

Chad decided not to tell Jeff about how the skies had a tendency to open up and spit out Hollows or other Bad Things on Karakura back home.

"Uh, glad that passed," he said. "I noticed ceilings being mentioned on radio. I also noticed something else on radio last night..."

...That was...pretty good, Chad had to admit. Definitely one of his better segues.

Several dozen possible options ran through Jeff's mind like a particularly violent river, dragging his mind off on a tangent so staggering he couldn't put it into words.

"...Is it the Annette thing?" he asked, instead, rapids thundering behind his eyes, "'Cos I felt that might be code."

Chad stared a little bit at Jeff.

No one was able to call him slow anymore, dammit.

"Uhhh, no, not the Annette thing. There was code in there, man, but the Annette thing definitely wasn't it."

Jeff wasn't slow. Jeff was just overloading.

If anyone asked, that would probably be his defense.

"...Does she expect something?" he asked, slowly, as if Chad held all the wisdom in the world (and he probably felt Chad did). "...Does it involve flowers?"

Anxiety sneaked up on him. Like a panther.

"If you really were as clueless as you sounded on radio, Jeff," Chad told him with the utmost seriousness, "yeah, it's not going to hurt to include flowers. You really have no idea what she was angling for there?"

Even Chad figured it out. Come on!

The fear that made itself known in Jeff's expression right now went beyond words.

"Oh my god," he said, staring at Chad, the dog, the doorway, the phone, back to Chad, back to the phone, from which he then lept two feet, and declared, "...The prom!"

Well, that had been easier than Chad expected, he had to admit, nodding gravely as Jeff came around. "Yup. Prom. Apparently, it's really important for girls, and since Turtle's not old enough to go on her own, you really gotta pull your weight or else..." He drew in a breath. "Bad news, man."

...Prom made Chad rather glad he was actually dating a guy right now. Him and Teddy would go, sure, but they'd probably just leave early and...well...y'know. He definitely felt no envy toward Jeff right now, that was for sure.

"She's going to expect things," Jeff said, caught between miserable and utterly terrified. He edged a little further away from the phone, just in case she might suddenly call and demand to know... things.

"Women always expect things. Especially with..." he gestured randomly at the phone, as if it was a whole woman, "...Proms." Pause.

"Yeah," Chad muttered, his deep drawl oozing with as much sympathy as his usual stoic tone would allow. "And Turtle's smart, so if I knew you didn't know, she's definitely going to know you didn't, so I came here to look out for you before...y'know...disaster."

He had to watch his little brother's back. And Turtle was freaking scary.

Jeff's eyes went from the phone to Chad and back again.

It was likely he was going to keep this up for a while; it fully signified the way his attention span was working right now, anyway. "Tell me," he finally said, fully set on begging if he had to, "...What do I do?"

"Well, most important is gonna be getting tickets," Chad told Jeff, his voice heavy with the gravity of the situation. "She's on Student Council, so I think that means she has a way of knowing whether or not you got them."

...Chad had no idea how Student Council worked.

Jeff processed this. "Oh my god," he repeated, "She'll have known it took me until later to get the tickets!"

He gestured heavily to underscore the point, and continued, "...I'm going to need a lot of flowers. Gold ones!" Maybe made of dollars... "Women like flowers, Chad." Because Chad didn't know.

Chad scratched his head a little.

"Do they make gold flowers?"

"I don't know," he said, suddenly unsure. "...Do they?"

"Probably not bad to check," Chad decided.

"But what if she doesn't want gold ones? I'll have wasted a lot of time looking for gold ones when really she wants..."

What did Turtle like, again?

"...Red ones."

"Or pink? All girls," and Chad, "like pink."

"Pink?!"

And that was the sound of all of Jeff's faith in Chad's wisdom falling to pieces on the floor. "Chad," he said, sounding just a touch patronising, and rather matter-of-fact, "If I buy Turtle pink flowers there won't be enough of me left to put in the miniature guillotine."

Chad stared at Jeff a bit.

"...but...she's a girl, isn't she?"

"Girls are seperate people too, Chad," Jeff said, seriously, "Sometimes it's hard to tell, but it's really true."

"I know," Chad said, frowning slightly. "But there's still the whole fact that all girls mostly like pink. Just like all guys like footba--"

Chad stopped right there because, hell, he was dating a guy who didn't like football.

"Okay, fine, no pink flowers. But red's just a step up from pink, so if you want to avoid pink, you might want to avoid red, too."

Deal with the dog, instead. Or the staff.

At this point, they might as well be the same thing. Nana can carry plates, too.

*flops*

...fight fire with fiiiiire...

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