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This is a generic Jakepost to reply to. Because the meme post was all Jake and has some inconceivable amount of comments now so it doesn't like to load. Have at, my lovelies.

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Jake's eyebrows climbed north for the winter.

"Is that a challenge?" he asked, smirking.

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"I thought as much." He bumped his head back against Dirk's and slid away, standing. "You can come along if it bothers you that much."

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A snort, at that, and Jake shook his head, moving for the door.

"To soup, then."

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Dirk's statement sort of stuck in his mind, belatedly, and he frowned a touch, squeezing the blonde's hand. Was he being clingy? At least the Strider didn't seem to mind too horribly much...? He shook his head a bit, moving for the door with Dirk's hand in his. He could worry about that later. For now, he had some soup to serve.

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Jake was pleased with this development. It didn't stop him from reaching sideways on the last step and pulling Dirk off the stairs and spinning him, once-- or for that matter it may have been why he did it. He lingered at the bottom of the steps with him, huddled in his arms with his face in his neck.

...and then he realized what he was doing and set Dirk down, making a face and taking his hand again to lead him into the kitchen.

"Our life just became a musical without music for second there," he laughed nervously.

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"You were involved, just... Not prior to the happenstance." He chuckled, bringing Dirk into the kitchen. "Sorry, couldn't have helped your head much." He sat him in a chair and pressed his lips to his forehead.

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Good grief, he had it bad. He set his hands on Dirk's shoulders for a moment and just smiled at him, fondly to the point of sickeningly sweet. "I'm an expert at sweet and dorky," he offered, moving away to get at the soup in Jade's crock pot. "How hungry are you?"

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Jake paused at the counter and gave Dirk a horribly mothering look of stern fatherly disapproval worry, shaking his head and tsking softly. He wasn't allowing all these feelings to get in the way, right then, not when Dirk was sick. He'd pretty much come to terms with the fact that he and Dirk were friends with benefits forever anyway. He pulled down a good-sized bowl from a cabinet that Dirk wouldn't have been able to reach and filled it carefully with steaming soup. He set the bowl on a plate to make it easier to hold, and brought it to Dirk with a spoon.

"You want some... crackers, or something? Something to give it a little more substance."

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"Water, apple juice, orange juice, or uhh... What is that, pineapple mango or something crazy and exotic, gram likes to keep things interesting." He opened the fridge and frowned into it for a moment, extracting a container of juice. "Mango Pineapple White Grape. It's like they took all the fruits they just happened to have and put them in a blender for no reason and decided to bottle and sell it."

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He shook his head again and put the complex juice back in the fridge, pulling out the apple for Dirk and pouring himself a glass of water. He set them both down on the table and rifled around until he came up with a slender baguette, which he cut into smaller pieces and brought one over for Dirk and one for himself. He sat down and held them both out.

"End, no end? Preference?"

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"Dude no you can get french bread at any supermarket," Jake said, gnawing absently on his own piece of bread. "Gram likes Italian food though, so we usually keep some on-hand."

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He chewed thoughtfully for a moment, giving Dirk a sort of comical expression.

"Faux fancy," he repeated. "You're funny."

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He tried to not watch Dirk like a hawk, paying attention to every nuance of his movements, but it didn't really work. And it wouldn't have really been obvious if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't eating his bread for all his staring.