Can't Complain || Rob & Jem
Robert was not a miserable person, exactly. In fact, he was generally quite a happy one, despite the fact that he needed the equivalent of an IV drip of alcohol, nicotine and caffeine to get him through most of his days. Still, Jem was another thing altogether and if it meant he could take a shot at her, albeit jokingly, he was going to. It was a strange friendship, he supposed, and one he had come to really enjoy. As the years of their franchise wore on, they both knew they would be working closer and closer together, something that rarely worked well for Rob. It was difficult to maintain friendships, especially closely working ones, when you were, to quote many ‘a bit of an arsehole’. Thankfully, over the past couple of years, Jem had accepted that he was an arse, that he wouldn’t ever learn to back down and, most importantly, that he wasn’t willing to change just to keep someone happy. Even if that was a massive fault of his. That morning, however, he was simply pulling her leg. Sort of. He could handle mornings and cheery people but if she tried to lock arms with him or anything of the sort he was drawing a line – right across her throat.
“Tone it down or I’m turning around right now and heading back to my flat. I’ve already missed out on at least three burning buildings so far but if I get back just now I can at least sort out rescuing a cat from a tree or something. Real superhero shit,” shrugging his shoulders, the Irishman laughed. Turning to face the mirror he had been glaring at just moments before, he couldn’t help but ask, “You’re not actually going to buy shit like this, are you? Cause I can’t guarantee it won’t just magically fall off the wall the first time at your place.”
Jemima rolled her eyes but laughed, bumping his shoulder with hers. "Fuck off, if you were gonna leave, you would have left my now, you crazy haired twat," she teased him with a grin. "I'm sure there's another hero out there, saving those buildings and animals. I hate to break it to you but this city doesn't need you as their hero." Turning to face the mirror Rob was looking at, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at it for a moment. "Well, it has a certain charm to it, right?" She asked, a little unsure herself but wanting to at least give the store a chance. "Come on, we'll just go in and have a quick look around, there's no harm in looking." She told him, laughing. "I'll blame you if anything falls off the wall in my apartment since you're going to be the one who's hanging them up," she chirped before moving inside of the furniture shop before he could say anything.
Entering the shop, Jem stood at the front of the shop, waiting for Rob to join her so they could attempt to find some decent and nice looking furniture. Once Rob had joined her, Jem glanced around the room, ignoring the mirror in the shop mirror. She was honestly considering buying it just to piss him off but for once, he was actually being on his best behavior. "Come on Curly, let's look around. I trust that you won't let me buy anything ugly," she commented before walking into the first section of the furniture store.
