Jeff, God of Biscuits, Thursday evening

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

Coulson had gone the whole week so far without losing his cool or - aside from the regular, planned times - even loosening his tie. The reason for this was simple: the man was a consummate professional. It was simple enough for him to merely apply his own personal strength of will to his libido and there was at least one person not making a fool of himself on the island.

He was eating a lot of donuts as a result of this, though. There was only so much will to go around, after all. Using up so much of it on the sex thing meant that junk food was able to sneak past his defenses. But if donuts were going to get the better of him, at least they would be tasty.

And so a middle aged man was at J,GoB, eating some jelly donuts. Take that, sex pollen. Take that hard.

[OOC: I don't know. Post is open for any pastry or Coulson needs.]

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[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Weirdly, April's day had also featured a lot of eating. Like breakfast at Priestly's and then ice cream with Sarah. And her conversation with Priestly had left her wanting a carrot muffin ever since this morning, so here she was.

"Landlord," she greeted Coulson with a nod after getting herself a muffin and some sugar-free Red Bull like a weirdo with weird tastes. "'Sup."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Ms Ludgate," Coulson said. "How are you this evening?"

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Mm, you know," she said. "Adjectives."

She thought it was best to not go into the adjectives, probably.

"You?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Generally positive adjectives," Coulson said. "Were you affected by the power issue in the building earlier?"

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Well, congratulations, Coulson. "Yep," she confirmed. "My theory is someone threw an axe at the fuse box in an attempt to release pent-up energy. Is that what it was?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Nope. No axe," Coulson said. "I think it was a fluke occurrence. But if I ever find an axe stuck in something in the building, I know who to talk to first."

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Mm, not me," April said, shaking her head. "I told you, man. I'd go for the garbage disposal if I was gonna break something. Way easier." The simple fact was that wielding an axe with any degree of precision required upper-body strength that April just didn't have.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Just call me cautious," Coulson said. "Aside from the electrical fluke, are you having any problems I should know about?"

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Hmm. "...How are we determining 'should know about'?" April was a big jerk.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Ideally, anything relating to the state of the apartment and the quality of life provided by it," Coulson said. "I don't need to know anything personal."

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Seemed like a fair definition. "I semi-broke a window?" she offered. "Accidentally."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"How did you do that?" Coulson had to ask.

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"I was eating dinner and my dog wanted to play Frisbee," April reported. "Except I was using the Frisbee as a plate, so it was, like, heavy and it semi-broke the window."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"..." Coulson was silent for a moment. "Do you need the window fixed?"

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Nope," April replied. "I'm good."