Ought to do a lot of things. You're distracting. [Jacob says just before a yawn. This is a losing battle, he knows. If he doesn't fall asleep on his own he'll pass out saying something embarrassing.]
Kiss you in the morning. [Because of course, he has to be awake to be embarrassing. He shifts to lay his head back on the makeshift pillow.] If you don't first...
It's not a race, Jacob. Don't try to fake me out about sleeping. [He'll even scoot just a fraction closer to Jacob, you know, to motivate him to go to sleep. Is it working.]
Very good night. [It is working. Ned might find an arm around him at some point, whether or not Jacob was all that conscious. He also might find Jacob's head winds up leaning on him more than the blanket, and that it's unfolded over the both of them in the morning.
And that Jacob did think of it as a race, because he keeps to his word with a kiss to his cheek as soon as he decides he's sober enough.]
[Ned sleeps, somehow, with a needy boy clinging to him and no actual bedtime comforts. Sleeping in day clothes is a little less uncomfortable on the couch compared to at his desk, so there's that. At some point he managed to take off his glasses and put them aside on a rickety little table, so he's blind and squinting when he wakes up in the morning all wrapped up like this with Jacob.
Thankfully his head hurts just enough to remind him what he's doing there before he does something rash like push anybody off the couch. He's still waking up when Jacob kisses his cheek, so he tries to sort of stretch his arms and reach for Jacob at the same time, to tug him into a proper kiss. Promise: kept.]
[Jacob didn't think he'd ever be happy during a hangover, and yet... Jacob's smiling, and even laughing against his lips. He almost expected to wake up alone. He almost expected to wake up on the train and last night be some fever dream. He can't help it.]
You didn't move, did you? [He says, before leaning to steal another kiss.] I'm not so terrible after all.
I didn't say you were. [Jeez, stop with that self-esteem. Ned combs his fingers through Jacob's hair, marveling a little himself that he's actually managed to do this. So dozing off on a couch with someone isn't incredibly daring, but every little thing feels like it weighs much more to him. Waking up hungover isn't usually a good time, but right now he's happy Jacob didn't disappear in the middle of the night.
Of course, he has Things to Do, so their morning smooch reverie has to end sooner or later.] Hmm. Breakfast, then I've got places to be. I'm probably already running late and things'll go to shit if I don't show my face soon. C'mon, up.
[Nnn stop, he can't take off work for kisses, as much as he'd like to. Jacob gets his latest stolen kiss anyway, but it's in the midst of Ned slipping away from his arms to get up.]
At breakfast, yeah. I told you I'd be busy today, remember? The wheels keep turning and I like to be there when my profits are involved.
[Come here, clingy boy, come see his kitchen which is more like a stove with a few cabinets shoved into a corner of the next tiny room.] You want eggs? I've got time for eggs and not much else.
I could cook bacon, if you trust me. [And if he has any... Jacob'a only half-paying attention, clearly still sulking over not being able to hold and kiss Ned all he wants. Give him a few minutes... or an hour, he's a baby.]
Dazzle me with your egg cooking skills, Wynert. [While he goes to rifle through things.]
What happened to "Ned"? [Don't be a baby, Jacob. Ned still lets him go through stuff - there might be some meat available, but not much, good luck - while he goes to get his eggs. However, the perils of criminal bachelor living:]
I've only got one pan. [It sounds stupid, when he says it out loud,] Make your bacon while I go put on a new shirt.
Ohhh, and miss the chance to join you. [Jacob says, dumbly, since he doesn't have any clothes to change into. He realizes this, but decides bacon is suddenly more important than admitting it.
So he'll cook his bacon. He's already thinking about where he can get another pan...] Have to look your best for business.
That's the idea. [Both looking his best and keeping Jacob busy so he doesn't have to make any weird excuses, in fact, but he'll leave it sounding like just the business part. He's stopped back in the doorway, looking back at Jacob making them breakfast, just taking in the scene—it doesn't seem like it's really happening. He never bothered to hope it would, lest he wind up disappointed... and now, well.
Hmm. He gives Jacob a real, genuine smile when he can catch his eye, before vanishing back upstairs to get dressed. Again. Re-dressed. He even does the favor of taking Jacob's things down from his office, leaving them on the couch with his own coat on his way back to the kitchen.] So? Smells like you're definitely trying to cook in here.
[Ned's smile was enough motivation for Jacob to put some real effort into cooking. Evie's told him it smells like he's set the train ablaze at times, but if he just tried harder...
Well, it'll be extra crisp bacon. It's Ned's fault, distracting Jacob from actually turning anything over until he came back. He confesses with a laugh, though,] It'll be great... if you like things burnt. Take over?
[This bacon is gay, just like Jacob... consequences, mister. Ned tsks, tugging his vest straight as he comes over.]
In all my finery? Here I was hoping you'd get excited and make the eggs for me while I was away. [He's sidled right up and bumped elbows with Jacob anyway, give him the pan.] You can find my completely legal dishware in the cabinet over there.
Completely legal? As opposed to... illegal dishware? What, did you steal from the palace? [Jacob relinquishes the pan, stepping out of his way to go find these 75% legal plates.] I know the queen, she wouldn't be happy.
[Hmmm... It's Jacob's turn to just stand there and appreciate Ned, just holding the plates rather than putting them down somewhere. Like an idiot.] I'll make you eggs next time.
Wouldn't you like to know. [That's his secret dish caper and he's keeping it mysterious. Take a guess. He'll get started on these eggs, but...] How well do you know the Queen?
[He's not native enough to really give a shit, but like, that's one hell of a connection. Stop giving him gay looks, this breakfast is on a time limit.]
She did name me Sir Jacob Frye for a reason. [The ever humble Jacob Frye will keep giving him gay looks, but at least he has enough sense to go set the plates down and find some silverware. He's helpful.]
Evie knows her better, but I think I have her charmed. Done quite a bit of work for her... Royalness. What's it to you?
[Charmed... Maybe the queen is into big baby eyes and over the top pouting. Ned is, so why not royalty?? He shrugs, poking the eggs a bit, hmm—] Her Majesty?
I'm just curious. It figures the Queen would have assassins in her employ. [Don't go down the straight and narrow path on him, now... He half-turns away from the stove, gesturing up and down at himself with his non-cooking hand.] How charmed do you think I could get her?
Talk about half as much as you love London and I'm sure you'd be her right hand. [Jacob snickered, closing in on Ned to wrap an arm around him from behind. He kissed his cheek yet again. Sweet boy.] I'll talk about you next time.
Right hand is a little much. [Leave it to Ned to make being the right hand of the Queen of England sound like a drag. But he brightens back up just a little more when Jacob comes up behind him. Cute boy.]
But don't not talk about me, or anything. Maybe one day I'll go from notorious to just famous.
Oh, I can hear it now. Sorry, Freddy, you can't arrest me. The Queen thinks I'm the best! I have a royal tailor. [Jacob grinned wide, caring little for how he was distracting from the eggs. He'll kiss Ned again if he wants, they'll just have to deal.]
Just don't get more famous than I am. I don't want anyone to think I'm riding your coattails. [Because he's totally. not doing that.]
[Ned chuckles, choosing magnanimously not to mention how Jacob is definitely doing that. He tries to focus on poking the eggs around in the pan so at least half of this breakfast is edible, but his free hand inches down Jacob's arm to take his hand anyway. Breakfast is so gay.]
Does that mean I can be more notorious than you? More than I already am, that is. [grin..... he must be like this compulsively.]
[Hey, hey, don't try and stop him from delaying this breakfast for as long as possible. Not that that's his plan, or anything. Jacob sighs, leaning off of him and opting to cross his arms instead. Big baby eyes and over the top pouting.]
How much of the notoriety comes from me crashing your carts? [Crashing...]
And yet it's so obvious you're American. [Jacob says, like he hadn't taken a few meetings to actually pay attention to it. He nearly leans on the stove, looking at Ned, before he realizes how bad of an idea that is.
Ned's distracting and dumb.] Climb through the ranks, did you?
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Kiss you in the morning. [Because of course, he has to be awake to be embarrassing. He shifts to lay his head back on the makeshift pillow.] If you don't first...
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Good night.
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And that Jacob did think of it as a race, because he keeps to his word with a kiss to his cheek as soon as he decides he's sober enough.]
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Thankfully his head hurts just enough to remind him what he's doing there before he does something rash like push anybody off the couch. He's still waking up when Jacob kisses his cheek, so he tries to sort of stretch his arms and reach for Jacob at the same time, to tug him into a proper kiss. Promise: kept.]
You didn't even try to stay on your side.
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You didn't move, did you? [He says, before leaning to steal another kiss.] I'm not so terrible after all.
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Of course, he has Things to Do, so their morning smooch reverie has to end sooner or later.] Hmm. Breakfast, then I've got places to be. I'm probably already running late and things'll go to shit if I don't show my face soon. C'mon, up.
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He tried chasing Ned's lips for another kiss.] Surely I can have a few more minutes of your precious time.
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At breakfast, yeah. I told you I'd be busy today, remember? The wheels keep turning and I like to be there when my profits are involved.
[Come here, clingy boy, come see his kitchen which is more like a stove with a few cabinets shoved into a corner of the next tiny room.] You want eggs? I've got time for eggs and not much else.
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Dazzle me with your egg cooking skills, Wynert. [While he goes to rifle through things.]
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I've only got one pan. [It sounds stupid, when he says it out loud,] Make your bacon while I go put on a new shirt.
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So he'll cook his bacon. He's already thinking about where he can get another pan...] Have to look your best for business.
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Hmm. He gives Jacob a real, genuine smile when he can catch his eye, before vanishing back upstairs to get dressed. Again. Re-dressed. He even does the favor of taking Jacob's things down from his office, leaving them on the couch with his own coat on his way back to the kitchen.] So? Smells like you're definitely trying to cook in here.
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Well, it'll be extra crisp bacon. It's Ned's fault, distracting Jacob from actually turning anything over until he came back. He confesses with a laugh, though,] It'll be great... if you like things burnt. Take over?
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In all my finery? Here I was hoping you'd get excited and make the eggs for me while I was away. [He's sidled right up and bumped elbows with Jacob anyway, give him the pan.] You can find my completely legal dishware in the cabinet over there.
[Probably 75% true.]
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[Hmmm... It's Jacob's turn to just stand there and appreciate Ned, just holding the plates rather than putting them down somewhere. Like an idiot.] I'll make you eggs next time.
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[He's not native enough to really give a shit, but like, that's one hell of a connection. Stop giving him gay looks, this breakfast is on a time limit.]
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Evie knows her better, but I think I have her charmed. Done quite a bit of work for her... Royalness. What's it to you?
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I'm just curious. It figures the Queen would have assassins in her employ. [Don't go down the straight and narrow path on him, now... He half-turns away from the stove, gesturing up and down at himself with his non-cooking hand.] How charmed do you think I could get her?
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But don't not talk about me, or anything. Maybe one day I'll go from notorious to just famous.
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Just don't get more famous than I am. I don't want anyone to think I'm riding your coattails. [Because he's totally. not doing that.]
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Does that mean I can be more notorious than you? More than I already am, that is. [grin..... he must be like this compulsively.]
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How much of the notoriety comes from me crashing your carts? [Crashing...]
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Maybe a little since you got here. I'm the seasoned Londoner, after all.
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Ned's distracting and dumb.] Climb through the ranks, did you?
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