JGOB | Sunday Afternoon

[pursuedthestars]

Jim knew that coming back to the island every once in a while probably made it harder for him to move onto a future but he didn't care. There were at least people here that he knew and that weren't complete and total assholes. He didn't have to deal with his stepfather and he didn't have to put up with constant silence from his absentee brother. If anything, he at least had the cute girls and guys behind the counter to flirt with.

But, he wasn't doing that right now. He was sprawled in a seat with a foot on the table like he owned it. He didn't but no one had told him to mind his manners so he was going with it. He had a muffin and a water and he was scrolling through his phone, looking for any sign of communication from a few specific people.

And there was nothing. Seemed like that was how it was going to be from now on. Whatever, Jim was used to people leaving him. He'd deal and no one would really know he was affected. Sure, there was some angry chewing of the muffin but maybe the muffin was just really, really good.

Okay?

[Public place so open post]

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[wrongkindofsith]

"What did that muffin ever do to you?" Cara asked, not waiting for an invitation before dropping into a chair opposite him.

Casually, like she didn't currently have a kitten draped around her neck. Or her free hand up to make sure the kitten stayed there.

[pursuedthestars]

"Oh, nothing much. Just tasted incredible," Jim said, making up a nice, smooth excuse while his eyes landed on the kitten. "Usually people kill the animal before wearing their fur as a scarf."

[wrongkindofsith]

Surreal glared a fierce, green, kitten glare at Jim and spread out her paws so he could see her sharp kitten claws.

"Most people would wait until the animal's full grown," Cara said, earning a dig from those tiny sharp claws for her trouble. She reached up to scratch behind Surreal's ears placatingly. "And if I did that I'd be out a girlfriend."

[pursuedthestars]

"Ah, one of those situations," Jim said, nodding. "How fun for you. Sure you always wanted a cute, fuzzy pet."

[wrongkindofsith]

Even if she had, Cara was more a dog person.

"You train pets," she said instead, her tone making it clear how well she thought that would work. "You don't act like their personal servants."

Again, more of a dog person.

[pursuedthestars]

"You're the expert," Jim told her, smirking. "What brings you by anyway? Seem to have a radar for me when I'm around."

[wrongkindofsith]

Just wait until she didn't have a kitten tumbling into her lap and demanding petting, Jim, just you wait.

"Yes, I couldn't get here fast enough when I realised you were on the island," Cara said dryly. "I came by for a late lunch."

[pursuedthestars]

"So, you didn't miss me?" Jim asked. "Sad."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Of course I didn't miss you," Cara told him. "I always hit what I aim for."

She'd maybe missed him a little.

[pursuedthestars]

"Hilarious!" Jim told her, rolling his eyes. "You should be a comedienne, Cara. What are you even doing with your life sticking around here?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"Cat-sitting," Cara said. "Which wasn't exactly how I'd planned on spending my week."

[pursuedthestars]

"Does it interfere with you stabbing things or something?" Jim quipped.

[wrongkindofsith]

Actually, yes, her sparring opportunities had taken a recent dive, regardless of how stabby Surreal still was.

"Sharing your bed with a woman and a cat are two very different things." Soft and cuddly as she may be. "Unless there's something you want to tell me about how you've been spending your time?"

[pursuedthestars]

"I don't share my bed with animals," Jim told her, shrugging. "Unless you count alien species as animals which I wouldn't because that would be rude and insensitive."

[wrongkindofsith]

"And you're never rude." Not that she actually disagreed with him, considering.

[pursuedthestars]

"Am I sensing some sarcasm there?" Jim asked, cupping a hand around his ear. "Is that what I'm hearing right now?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"I'm truly amazed with your ability to pick up on that." You know, in case he needed to hear some more to check.

[pursuedthestars]

"I am never rude," Jim told her, shaking his head. "I'm blunt and to the point but I don't do rudeness. Such an awful trait to have."

[wrongkindofsith]

"I don't know how anyone could ever get them confused," Cara said, being the queen of tact herself.

[pursuedthestars]

"Not everyone can be as smart and beautiful as me," Jim told her. "Keep trying though!"

[wrongkindofsith]

"Oh, Jim," Cara said, shaking her head. "I don't know who told you that, but they were lying."

[pursuedthestars]

"I think that's just your jealousy talking," Jim told her. "Don't let it get the best of you, Cara."

[wrongkindofsith]

"You think I'm jealous of you?" Did you have an adorable kitten right now, Jim? No, no you did not. Therefore she won.

[pursuedthestars]

"I think everyone is jealous of me," Jim said despite the lack of adorable kitten. "Comes with territory."

[wrongkindofsith]

An adorable kitten who was usually a violent, attractive woman. "Did you hit your head on something while you were away?"