Lunch, Wednesday Lunchtime

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You know, running around hopped up on eco all weekend really took a lot out of your energy reserves. Like, a real lot. Like, 'still scoffing away insane amounts of food on Wednesday' lots. Jak's plate was piled full enough to nearly achieve Tower of Babel status, and he was eying it with a kind of relaxed determination.

This was going to be awesome. Even if half the food the cafetaria served was, uh. Well.

There had to be some kind of animal in this world that tasted like that, right?

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Jak shrugged, and eyed Priestly. You built it, duh. He spread his fingers out as if he was looking at a blueprint - he'd seen Keira do that enough - and mimed a wrench. Keira came up with a lot of shit Jak had no idea how to explain. He... mostly just flew them. Across lava. You know. Like a normal person.

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Normal. Right.

"Dude, you made it?"

Ah, the joys of jumping to conclusions.

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Jak blinked, and shook his head. Uh, no. He held up a finger. ... How did you mime 'someone else did' without attempting to mime your ex's figure? Jak was trying. Trying. He knew the person who did.

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Yeah, Priestly was getting a little lost, here.

". . . Uh, can you write it down?"

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With a sigh, Jak dug around his pocket for the laminated Precurian-to-Latin cheat sheet, and gestured. Did he have a napkin or something? Maybe a pen? Uh.

He looked like he was actually contemplating simply saying something.

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Priestly had his school bag with him, so, yeah, notebook and pen within easy reach. He pulled 'em out and handed them over, eying Jak's plate a little suspiciously.

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Jak's plate was slowly cooling. That also meant it was teethering more.

Jak frowned at the cheat sheet, frowned at the notebook, frowned at the pen, and combined them all to write in noble chickenscratch, Keira builds them.

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Priestly nodded. He didn't immediately guess that Keira was a girlfriend. I mean, here was a guy who was pretty much constantly surrounded by girls with whom he had a totally platonic relationship.

"So maybe a little hard to make sure you're getting preventative maintenance in other worlds. Unless you drag Keira along with you."

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He shrugged, and jotted, painstakingly slow, Bring blueprint.

Then Jak put the pen down. Writing was hard work.

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Priestly noticed that. "Dude, I gotta get you an ASL handbook or something."

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Jak blinked at him, making a confused gesture. ASL? What?

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Right, guy who needed a cheat sheet to write in English probably didn't know what ASL was. "American Sign Language. Sort of an . . . official way to talk with your hands." Priestly approximated the alphabet with his right hand. Badly. "Might be easier than trying to make up gestures on the go."

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Jak rubbed the back of his head, looking slightly confused, but willing. Uh... sure?

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"Plus, a whole lot less likely to get misinterpreted."

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Jak shrugged in an agreeable way. He did get kind of sick of that.

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Priestly nodded firmly. "It's settled then." He started to dig into his plate of food, then paused. "Oh, hey, Tony and I were thinking we should do a guys night or something. Get to know Dinah's new beau. You be down with something like that?"

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Beau?

The unknown word got Priestly a weird glance.

Guy's night out didn't sound too bad, though, as long as there wouldn't be any weird comments about the completely natural practice of punching crabs, which meant Priestly got another, agreeable shrug.

Then a pause.

Uh... what were they going to do?

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". . . You're not her beau?"

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Jak squinted at him and mouthed the word 'beau' with a questioning look on his way. Seriously, what?

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"Beau. Boy. Boyfriend."

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Oh.

Oh.

Uh. He'd like to be? They hadn't talked about it? You know, if she was up to it. Uh.

Jak, there is only so much you can communicate by rubbing the back of your neck.

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Priestly's eyes narrowed again. He wanted to like and trust Jak, he really did. And he totally got the "I dunno if we're like that like that" thing. But it was just so easy to misinterpret those little gestures.

"That better be a 'we're not official' neck rub, and not a 'I'm totally just leading her on' neck rub."

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... Yeah. Jak pointed at him. That first one. That last one just made his face scrunge up into the international expression known as 'WTF'.

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"Dude, like I said. Gestures are reeeeeal easy to misinterpret."