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I think we can manage that, between the two of us. All it'll take is a deep fryer, a turkey, and a fire extinguisher in case it all goes south.

I am pretty sure that B.O.B. has one of those built in actually.

I might vaguely remember this from a night out drinking... y'know, one of the ones that ended in arson.

Oh right! That little bar on the outside of Oro Valley. They certainly didn't want us comin' back.

What do you think was the final straw: the arson, the barfight, or the hole we put in the roof?

To be honest darlin', I don't know which came first. I was gettin' pretty cozy with Jack that night and it is all a blur.

Guess it doesn't matter in the end. Banned is banned. So long as we keep the Thanksgiving celebrations a little less enthusiastic than that, I think we'll be golden.

“That’s what makes this so hard,” Jesse admits, relaxing again. It’s just a stupid ring. Nothing to lose his head over.

“You’ve got just about every weapon you could want, and you know I’m not the best at picking out accessories and whatnot.” He is when it’s stuff for himself, but he can’t keep track of what Ashe has or might want. And he’s not about to just start buying stuff to buy it, only to find out she has four of something already.

“You got a hobby you’ve been wanting to pick up? Knitting maybe?” His good-natured smile takes on a bit of a sly edge. “Or maybe something for the bedroom…”

I mean, it's not really that big a deal.

[ Glitch approaches over towards the proch, stepping onto it. He pulls out from his bag a small parcel wrapped in paper though before he hands it off he stops when McCree makes the offer. A pause before he nods.]

Yeah, not in a rush so sure. Why not?

[Tap, tap, tap.

Clink, tap, scratch.

There was a pile of stolen items on the window sill. Old candy wrappers, a toothbrush, a hair comb, some bullet casings (don't ask), a few tuffs of black hair, scrapes of paper and a handful of coins.

A crow wearing a black cowboy hat was definitely there and tapping on the window. Pay attention or the pile of junk will definitely get larger.

Beak on glass window then beady black eye peering inside.]

Edited 2020-12-15 15:17 (UTC)

The truth was that she didn't want him to stop pushing her buttons. If he stopped pushing her buttons then that would have meant that he'd given up on her...on them. She could yell and whine about his presence back home, but so long as he was smirking at her as he rode off on her bike, it meant they were still connected.

When he kisses her, whatever stress was left in her muscles leaves her and she sighs against his lips. It was late, or maybe early, but she wasn't ready to sleep.

"Much as I love our deep conversations these days, I think I'm done talking for now." Ashe breaks the kiss long enough to whisper against his lips, her hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck. She pulled back enough to look into his eyes suggestively, hoping he'd know just what it was she was looking for. Fact was, she wanted to show him in other ways how she was feeling because she really couldn't find the words. "And I think we still got a couple of hours left before the sun comes up." And sleep was the farthest thing from her mind.

Everyone is too afraid to ban me these days, so I got pretty much free rein.

But I think a simple and small dinner with our nearest and dearest is best. So let's make that happen.

Sounds like a plan, sugar. We'll make it a good one this year.

[ Jesse had been ignoring the growing pile of junk outside the window for a while, his eyes glued to the old battered paperback in his hand. All that time spent in the library a couple of months ago had gotten him back on a mystery kick.

It's quickly becoming apparent though that if he doesn't do something, the pile will only get more unwieldy. He folds the corner of his page to mark his place, chuckling as he stands, stretches, and gives the bird a long look through the window. It's another second or two before he opens it, garbage... er, gifts, spilling out into the room. ]

Wow. You shouldn't have.

[ He tries for a deadpan delivery, but it's hard for him not to laugh. ]

[He hopped back when McCree actually bothered himself to leave the novel behind and come to investigate all the treasures he had brought. Only once the window was actually opened did he drop from the sill and grab some of the real treasure in the form of some actual usable bills of money of varying sizes of notes.

Then he was fluttering into the room itself to come and land on Jesse's shoulder like he owned the place and this particular shoulder. He tilted his head back and forth as he investigated then pecked and pulled on McCree's hair like he was... well, trying to put it back into some order.]

Caw caw.

[That was definitely Reaper just saying the sounds rather than it actually being crow talk.]

You're a mess, as usual. Crows aren't actually any more attracted to shiny objects than any other animal.

[ He’s not too proud of it, but Jesse does jump just a little when the crow!Reaper lands on his shoulder. Can you blame him? Most every other time they get this close, they’re at each other’s throats (time spent with gaps in one’s memory not included). But there’s only so much damage he can do in bird form, right? ]

Well excuse me for not gettin’ all gussied-up for a visitor I wasn’t expecting.

[ He still does run a hand back through his hair though. ]

Looks like you’ve been keeping yourself busy. Should've known you'd take to the bird thing like a fish to water. Do I want to know where the pocket change came from?

Might not be, but a lot of people wouldn't have bothered anyway.

[ Plus the dangers inherent to Deerington make going anywhere out of your way a larger act than it otherwise might be, but he's not about to mention that. Not that Glitch seems like the type to scare easy, but he still doesn't want to point it out while they're still outside. ]

Come on in then. Got a whole kitchen you're welcome to if you're hungry or anything.

[ He waves Glitch along with him as he turns back to the house, inspecting the package in his hands as he walks through the door. ]

Weird you'd get the wrong package. Dogs must've been off their game.

You had me at food.

[ because any invite into someone's house with the option to rummage through their kitchen and eat anything there is a good enough one for him. He steps on in after McCree not going ahead of him but definitely trying to lead somehow towards the kitchen.

Priorities really. But, when McCree makes that remark, Glitch shrugs. ]

I guess, but I hear Sodder gives out things if you think about it or something and well...Kinda already was thinking of trying to get you something.

And well, bam. That showed up. Little creepy but whatever.

[Reaper could go for the eyes, since they were unprotected. His beak was solid and sharp, making penetration rather easy if he had enough force behind him, but like this, he was fine for a partial peace. He instead rubbed his beak on McCree's shoulder and then pecked and rearranged some out of sorts locks of hair.

Any discrepancies with behaviour were definitely going to be blamed on being a crow. And wearing a ridiculous hat.]

You should know by now I can barge in whenever and however I please.

[And honestly, Jesse had let him in, so he was going to blame the younger man. He fluttered his wings to arrange them, looking far too comfortable as a bird than he had any right too. Unfortunate that his eyes were still red like Reaper's.]

Pockets would be the safest answer. And shedding ones skin for another form is something I've been doing for a long time. It's incredibly dramatic, wouldn't you agree?

Very dramatic. Just the way you like it.

[ He shakes his head, taking a minute to clear the detritus up off the windowsill. With his luck, it would get blown off by the wind and fall on his head tomorrow when he’s walking around outside. Still, it’s not the worst Reaper could have down with his newfound powers. He won’t complain too much. ]

This your new schtick? Expert pickpocket, specializin’ in garbage?

Were you now?

[ Jesse is flattered by the fact Glitch had been thinking of him, and he's grinning as he leads them straight to the kitchen. It's what he'd promised, and he'll deliver. ]

Well, I sure do appreciate it. Had something similar happen to me recently.

[ He'd wanted a gift for Ashe, truth be told, but Deer had gotten a little too... ambitious, shall we say. The gift is shoved as far back into a dresser drawer as it will go, pending a better hiding spot. ]

Mind if I open it now?

Yeah. D-don't go reading into it. I just did it since you owe me lessons.

[ Because clearly it was all about the transaction of promised guitar lessons. Clearly. Though he does look at him curiously when Mccree Mentions that. ]

What'd Sodder give to you?

[ Oh, right- ]

Uh. Sure. It's nothing fancy though.

[ When opened McCree will find inside Guitar strings.

ooc; for info on what they do - (10)
+ dream - When attached to a guitar they help with sanity when played. ]

As it should be.

[He wasn't about to admit that he thought this stupid cowboy hat trick would serve him well. It wasn't a raven, but it was close enough that he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. He was actually just having fun with it, a rare thing.

And he was busy still using his beak to put McCree's terrible hair back into rights. What a mess this one was, always had been. He had only forced McCree to dress up fully once, hair done professionally and the young man had never looked so uncomfortable. It had been a good day watching Jesse suffer through political hand shaking and military talk.]

Would you prefer I start to steal only things of value? That can be arranged.

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wrapping this one up?

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