dear_mun | re: mun's feels on the update

I screwed up.
I choked on my own words.
Oh fiddlesticks, Roxy, I said no when he asked me if I liked him that way.
And then he talked to me about Dirk and I just...I couldn't...

& he started talkng abt dirk???
jeeesus i knew it
ok istead of getting mad @ u for missing out on this chacne
look we can still do seomthing abt it ok the games not ovr yet
ull still get achance at the jakestakes
just dnt give up yet janey
4 the mentime im comin over & giving u the biiiiiiiiigest hug of ur lief

I already told him to speak to Dirk about it.
I darn well told him to go have babies with him!
And then I kind of snapped and quit the conversation.
I'm so stupid, Roxy.
I should've stepped away from the keyboard.

1st of all ok im not going 2 spare u & tell u the truth becuz thats wat bbfsies do
& u promised ud believe me so here goes
u SHOUDL HAVE TOLD HIM but i kneeeeeew this wa sgoing 2 happen because i knw u jane
i was hoping ud get the gumption 2 tell him but ok
its not too late 4 me to try & do something about this crayzay situatement
do smoe meddlesome bffsies things
buts heres what u have to promise me
when the next poportunity comes u HVE 2 take it ok
ur the hero of life
so LIVE LIFE

ok that was the stern bfsseis part
now tis time for the cuddles
im coming ovr

[And poof! Here she is.]

[She doesn't respond to any of that because Roxy is about to come over, but she does take it in in the split second it takes Roxy to appearify in her dad's room. Jane is sitting at the desk, head buried in one arm while the other closes out of her chat client, hand hovering over the keyboard.]

[Jane walked over - more like staggered over, like a sailor without her sea legs - before righting herself and then bending over to sweep Jane into her arms.]

Hey, bffsies.

[With one hand, she leaned over and hooked her palm across the laptop monitor, closing it. No moar distractions for now.]

[She hunches her shoulders when she feels Roxy's arms around her, trying not to cry like she has been for the last whoever knows long. She lost track of time a while ago.]

Hey...

[Roxy wrapped her arms about her and patted her back soothingly. Man, she knew Jane's conundrum quite well. After all, she was pining after one Mister Strider herself - but she was so good at playing the martyr.]

Want a shot of vodka?

[She couldn't help the wry grin. Vodka made everything better. Why do you think Roxy drank so much? There was a void inside that needed filling, and martinis conveniently dulled the pain of being alone.]

Naw, I'm just kidding. I know you're like, going to say, "but Roxy that's your thing and not mai thing", since you're such a prude. But that's okay - I love that about you, gurl.

[It felt nice, this comfort. It wasn't the comfort of a father to his daughter and honestly Jane could say that she needed a best friend right now. She really did. She gives a short, bitter giggle before brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes, looking at Roxy over her shoulder.]

Well, I was actually going to say that vodka sounded good right now, but if you're going to hold out on me I guess I should bake something instead.

Yeah? You're actually unclenching that tight as hell ass to say that you could use a sip of something stronger? Greeeeat, my influence is spreading like heck.

[Roxy leaned over to brush that errant stray lock out of her eyes again. Ah, Jane. Why are you so cute. Good bffsies. Best friend.]

Maybe I could spare you a little red wine. A sip or two won't hurt.

[And then her liquor cabinet popped out of nowhere, and she took a bottle from the modus and shattered it to reveal a bottle of ~~pinpot~~ pinot noir.]

Let's head on over to that kitchen and bake up a storm, then. But do me a favor, Janey. Nothing Crockery about our baking session! We're doing it from scratch, the right way.

[She tilted her head as she watched Roxy release the bottle from her modus, hands folded in her lap before she stood, smiling a little.]

Sorry to say but most of our technology is Crocker Corp, Roxy. Especially the baking utensils.

Ugh, okay, so the technology will be Crocker. Gives me the creeps. But we're totes not taking anything out of a boxes that's ready-made. I'm sure you've got like, flour, eggs, vanilla, rum, and whatever else you put in a cake around here.

[Bottle in hand, Roxy beckoned over to Jane, grabbing her hand.]

Come on, Janey. Let's do girly things and get your mind off of the Jakestakes for a while.

[She wrapped an arm around her bffsies.]

It's okay if you wanna cry and stuff while baking. I totes understand. But you've got to remember that the fat lady hasn't sung yet, and this isn't ovar - not by a long shot.

[She let herself close the distance between them and gave a small smile when Roxy wrapped her arm around her.]

I don't want to get tears or snot into the batter, Ro Lal, and it would be unethical of me to accept your comfort if I made you uncomfortable in the process. I can accept doing girly things.

Jeeeeez-Louise or whatever it is you tell me during these things.

[Roxy rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.]

You sobbing on my shoulder isn't uncomfortable - it's what best friends do, you silly chump. Can't you see the invite on my shoulder that says, "reserved parking for Jane Crocker"? It's not even RSVP or anything like that. But hey, whatever you feel like doing, gurlfriend. If you aren't going to go sobfesting, I'm not getting my big girl panties in a twist.

[She tugged Jane away, hoping that Mr. Jane's Dad wasn't around. Cute as he was, this was about Jane's feelings - and really, this was just reminding Roxy of how she wanted Dirk but he was gaying it up with Jake.]

[She lets herself be tugged away, feeling the need to be around someone who wasn't her Dad or Jake or Dirk right now. Even God Cat and his reassuring purrs weren't as good as having her best friend around. Jane gives a small laugh, closing her hand around Roxy's.]

Alright, alright. Have you ever baked before, Ro Lal?

Probably. Maybe. Nope. Can't remember right now . . .

[Ro-Lal gave an unconcerned shrug and navigated tipsily towards where she assumed was the kitchen.]

Dayum, this place is so Crockered it's giving me a hangover. Crocker-red too.

[That Batterwitch was just everywhere! Ugh. Roxy didn't like it one bit. The sooner they could get into smashing that game, the better - even if that was part of the Batterlard's plan too. To hell with Crockercorp's plan. They were flipping the tables on this shit.]

So, Janey . . . I had this dream, and then I was talking to UU, and some funny bizniz came up.

[Jane pulls away from her when they reach the kitchen, already taking out the necessary things to make a cake. She raises an eyebrow at her friend when she mentioned UU, placing the mixing bowl on the bench.]

Oh really? What about?

So like . . .

[Roxy pulled out two glasses from Jane's cabinet and poured herself some of the red wine, doing the same for Jane.]

I had this dream where I saw my daughter. You know, those dreams that NORMAL people have when they meet people that they know in the dream but not in real life.

[She sipped from the red wine thoughtfully. Hmm, this pinot noir's good.]

I spoke to UU and she said that that's probably my daughter, who's a hero of legend and all that jazz. So I was like . . . "You knowz, for me to has a daughter, I'd like, need a sperm donor or some hellaciously wicked science going on."

I asked if the father's going to be Dirk.

[Roxy sighed.]

Of course UU's like, "omg no, spoiler alart," but - I don't want it to just be ectobiolobisness. I . . .

[She fiddled with her glass.]

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er, realized that I typed Jane instead of Roxy in my previous tag. Oops!

it's cool, I knew what you meant :3b

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