Hanging with the boy

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

Juliet is, predictably, punctual when she arrives at the door. She stuck Carlton with most of the paperwork after she finished her shift, and has a handful of supplies in a plastic sack, which she's toting under her arm; mostly DVDs and magazines to restock his stash.

They've been planning on a little friends-night-in for awhile, and Jules is looking forward to it after the unfortunate dressing-down she had to give Lassiter earlier this morning. The man needs to cool his jets and relax just a little, in her humble opinion.

Knocking on the door, she listens for movement, unsure if she should just open it - a dangerous prospect with a cop in the house and several guns. So she stands, waiting patiently.

She's bearing pineapple-coconut cupcakes from that new bakery on the boardwalk. Beware, boy, beware.

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[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

"It's open!"

Shawn's currently cooped up in his wheelchair, killing zombies on the xbox.

It's a good way to relieve some frustration.

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

She creeks it open with clever application of her high heel, then knocks it closed with her hip. "Should I lock it or..." she raises an eyebrow as she comes closer to the TV set and notices what's on the tube. "Is that Zombie Meat-clever Assassins Four?" She saw it at Best Buy last week. And is intrigued. Very intrigued.

[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

"Nah, we're good."

He frowns slightly as he takes out another member of the undead menace.

"Gus had to go back to work for a little while or we'd be playing co-op."

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

"I saw him at the station a couple of hours ago - he looked a little preoccupied." Gus' biggest problem is, as always, that he thinks too much. Jules, meanwhile, thinks she thinks just enough. "How's everything going?" She means a lot of things by that little statement - generally, between he and Gus, and with his recovery. One day she'll realize she needs to be more direct with people if she wants an actually fluid verbal response.

[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. Pretty good."

Yeah, he's gonna need a lot more prompting than that.

"So what'd you bring me?"

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

"Are you almost healed?" She's glancing at his leg, remembering what he was like that day. "You look better than you did...that day." At least Jules was only freaked out about it emotionally.

She smiles and very gently jingles the bag back and forth. "Pinapple coconut cupcakes with jelly bean toppers." Do you like her now, Shawn, huh?

[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

Aww, Jules. You're gonna get him all emotional. "Still a little bit sore, but it's getting better."

He leans over and gives her an awkward hug. "You are amazing."

The way to Shawn Spencer's heart is clearly through his stomach.

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

They can get sloppy about it later - he still almost died, which is why she's generally being so nice and lavishing attention on him. She hugs him back for a long time, but for Jules it's not awkward at all. "So are you."

She sounds suspiciously choked up.

[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

It's worth noting that since he's in a wheelchair, his face is somewhere around mid-tummy level. Which might be problematic for anyone else, but Shawn's just being Shawn.

"'S okay, Jules. You're not getting rid of me that easy."

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

She doesn't mind, really; it's sort of sweet. He reminds her of Ewan, when he was young and vulnerable (yes, there was such a time).

"I know." She kisses the top of his head, in full Wendy-bird mode. "That's what was so creepy, when you were hurt. You were so quiet."

[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

Awww. She's gonna make him cry if she's not careful.

"It takes more than that to shut me up."

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

She doesn't mean to - and she'll try desperately not to.

"I hope you keep talking 'til you're old and grey and Gus has a four inch thick AARP file for you."

[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

He smiles at the thought.

"Oh, speaking of Gus... I kinda need your opinion on something."

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

She rests her chin on top of his head for a minute, not even minding his typical coating of styling gel (he really needs a rinse). "What about?"

[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

"You know how it's been almost a month since the accident?"

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

She nods. "And only awhile since you got out. Whatt're you thinking of?"

[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

"I really wanna do something nice for him. He's been working so hard..."

He leans against her side, inadvertently getting the aforementioned gel on her shirt.

"Plus it's kinda our anniversary."

Because they? are MASTERS at timing.

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

Aww, Shawn - she kind wants to give you a noogie now. She's touched...and she has hair gel on her boobs, but she'll take care of that later.

"Okay, we need to think practicality." Gus would WANT her to be practical first and foremost. "What do you want to get him?"

[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

"Prac..tic...al..."

He makes a show of scratching his head, playing up the mock confusion.

"Nope, I don't believe I've met the man."

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

Annd that totally earns you the kinda noogie she'd give Ewan, Shawn. "He'd probably like something meaningful but elegant." If she were shopping for you, Shawn, she'd get you a pair of farting Frankenstein head slippers. She does know you both.

[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

Don't be silly, Juliet.

He already has a pair of those.

"I was thinking more like a simple dinner in. But there is something I know he'd love..."

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

She wouldn't be shocked. She thinks she's seen them under his bed.

"Tsht, anyone can do that," she teases. "What? Stock in Mrs. Bequith's Caramel Company?" That's a possibility.

[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

He explains as best he can about their trips to the pet store, and the little lop eared bunny Gus had fallen in love with the last time they'd visited.

"I already called to see if they'd hold him for me, I just need someone to pick him up."

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

Oh Shawn, you're melting her into a pile of gooey aww. You so owe her a trip to the shooting range now. "So you need me to pick him up? Did you get a cage and bedding? And food? Or are you going to let him be a free range bunny?" In which case a litter box might be a good idea.

[psychyouout.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I got all the basic supplies. Everything's taken care of."

He considers the given alternative.

"... And I think my dad would actually kill me if I sprang that on him."