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[jacksepticisms]

// Here, have something from Felix as well >w>

        “Not bad.” 

               *aggressively clears throat*

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[jacksepticisms]

Jack moves to set a bag filled with groceries on the counter. Fingers carefully pulling thing from within out, setting them aside a little nervously. It has been a while since he had company came to visit him, even longer since Felix came over. Since they seemed always be too busy, aside from texts and discord nights. So it felt calming and awkward to have the other there, watching him. It made the Irishmen's cheeks turn a little pink, which makes him clear his throat before speaking, 

       “I... didn’ really have anythin’ in and I... didn’ actually think you’d be able to make but... you know. M’glad yer here.”

@kjcllberg // closed.

[carriageofaerietails]

@kjcllberg||Computing

     There had been a loud crash from the office, one that had clearly caused some concern as now his daughter was at the door. Felix let out a heavy sigh, looking at the mess that was his computer.

    “It’s alright. Just trying to fix my computer and the tools fell.” He said, trying to ease her worry. He gave a soft smile. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Oh.” Mireya said after a moment, brows furrowed as she scrutinised the situation. She always thought Felix’s computer boxes were cool. The towers always had pretty lights and usually a small window to see the innards, but this time there were bits and pieces everywhere. She moved into the office space to pick one up and offer it to him, beginning to relax now that she knew he hadn’t hurt himself. “Is it very broken? Can I help?”

[wwarfstache]

“Can I stay here?”

Wil moves to close up his pink satin robe in thought, hues darting up towards the other man. Since he is used to the egos, either Jack’s or Mark’s, it was jarring to see someone outside of them ask him to stay at his place. Though it was not unwelcome, it was more surprising.Without missing another beat he give Felix a soft smile. Stepping back so he could open the door further and use his free hand to motion within his expensive looking home.

           “Yes, of course. Come in, come in!”

@kjcllberg

[carriageofaerietails]

@kjcllberg||Patricide

        Felix froze, eyes wide at the statement. Clearly it was a joke, but the reaction given was one that would likely be unforgettable by his audience. Blinking a few times, he turned, letting out an awkward series of laughs as he glanced towards his daughter. “Not gonna lie, I’m scared now…”

Mireya grinned at Felix’s reaction. The camera was rolling, and she was perfectly at ease in front of it. Yes, it was a joke, and her voice was almost a mirror of the almighty editor’s deadpan delivery as she looked away from Felix and back to the screen. “Good, you should be.” And that was it, the threat hanging in the air, as she carried on steering Yoshi around the race track. Didn’t children say the craziest things?

[carriageofaerietails]

@kjcllberg||Heartbeat

     Felix smiled softly, brushing his fingers through her hair as she pressed her head against his chest. It was adorable, honestly, watching how fascinated she became by such a simple thing. He couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of love that rose up inside of him in that moment. He was truly happy here and forever glad he made this decision.

     “It’s because I’m a Swedish Viking, obviously. We have strong everything. Including strong heartbeats.” He teased lightly with a smirk.

Mireya was snuggled up tightly, her ear pressed against Felix’s chest, listening to his heart beat. It was calming. She understood why babies must find the sound comforting, even if she wasn’t one herself. Really, she almost always found Felix’s simple presence a comfort, something that the rest of the world didn’t quite understand. They didn’t see the sides of him that she did, and couldn’t possibly know how much he had changed her whole world. He’d given her a home. He was her home.

“Really? But you’re a stick, Felix.” She teased. Edgar was sat on the other side of the sofa, barely interested, as Mireya grabbed at one of Felix’s upper arms. She knew that he went running and that he sometimes went t the gym when she was at school or somewhere else, but still seemed surprised to find that he had muscles there. “Whoa. Do you have a sword? And a boat?”

[carriageofaerietails]

@kjcllberg||New Home

To have a new home was something that Mireya hadn't imagined would happen, not really. She hadn't wanted her parents to ditch her, the trauma still feeling fresh even after so long, in spite of being an 'unwanted mistake'. They had convinced her that she'd be lucky to find anyone 'as good' as them-- and yet here she was, following behind a single and famous father no less. His fame didn't really matter to her, of course. She was too young to have seen much of him, but Mireya recognised his voice from the videos older kids in her home had watched. His Swedish accent was quite distinct.

She recognised the home, too, having visited it a few times before, and so the black pug that loitered in the front hallway yapped at her in greeting. She liked Edgar, even though he didn't play. He was cuddly and small enough that even she could hold the leash when they walked him, which was awesome to her. Mireya loved animals a whole lot.

“Hello, Edgar.” She greeted the small thing, slipping off her worn sneakers by the front door and unzipping her winter coat. Typical of the seaside town, even if there was no snow, the winds were bitter and it was freezing outside. She put her gloves into the pockets, holding it out for Felix to hang up. All of what she owned, mostly second-hand clothes and toys, had been crammed easily into a child's size Disney suitcase, set by the wall and ready to go to the room now designated as her own. How weird to think that she now lived here with him, that they were a family of sorts, even if just temporarily. Mireya was grateful, but it was a lot to wrap red head around.

She crouched down to fuss over the pug. If Felix had something in mind for them to do, he'd say so, but maybe he'd have to go and record. That was fine, too. If there was one thing that Mireya had mastered, it was staying quiet and out of the way. She'd already figured out where most of the noisy floorboards in the house were. Felix wouldn't so much as hear a peep out of her if it suited.

Yes, there was more than literal baggage for them to unpack. But there was, hopefully, plenty of time to do it, too.

[bluntache]

i . starter call for mutual’s .   ft . @kjcllberg

blondes got nerves , dean can tell . he doesn’t know what from though . he turns , hand out as if trying to encourage the boy to talk . posture anything but threatening .

“buddy, why don’t you sit down and start over.”    he licks his lips , hands out in front of him , swung into a wide semi circle of exasperation .   “you’re not making sense.”