[Future Event] ==> HomeSick

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Roxy thought for a moment. Well, as much thinking as a super knonked out teen can do when being asked really personal questions by her sneaky best friend. “Lol jaeny ur so…. snoppy.” A giggle thrown in there of couse. “Dirk’s like, my homebro.  So cooool…. tha’s is though. I wouldn’t fukk him or nuthin. S’like, he’s gotta nice butt butt that’s it. He’s a totes enigmers.”

Drooling a little in her sleep she goes on to say. “He’d be bad for me romantically. Were moirails. S’like, we cover eachothers faults. He’d keep tryin ta change me too much…. I just want someone who love like, Roxy for Roxy. Like Janey does.”

She snorks again. “That’s all I want Janey.” Almost looks like she is about to say more before the topic somehow takes a turn. “What…..about you? Whats ur…type?” She seems to have a BIT of tact remaining in her sleeping form, avoiding the use of Jake’s name directly.

Snoppy? Jane frowned at the word. “Snop” sounded like a lousy sound effect from a low-budget webcomic. Like “snap”, but… derpier. What did snopping have to do with the current situation?

… or perhaps she’d just mispronounced “snoopy”. Jane felt a little bad about doing a modern-day equivalent of the Alternian Inquisition on an unconscious girl who could barely control what came out of her mouth, but she needed answers. And it wasn’t like Roxy would just give them to her while conscious— just earlier, she’d said that she told lies every day. If Jane wanted the truth, she’d have to garner it from Roxy’s unconscious babble.

The truth was, evidently, that Roxy and Dirk were something like humanoid moirails. While it was true that humans generally didn’t seem to grasp the concept of moirallegiance as well as trolls did (hence the sparse romantic contact between the two species) Jane figured that it sounded perfectly reasonable.

But, she wondered, biting her lip in confusion, when had Dirk ever done anything but encourage Roxy’s bad habits? He’d gone ahead and gotten drunk with her, for Arceus’ sake! Sighing, she decided to give that up— there was probably far more going on behind the scenes.

Ugh, she was overthinking this. The point was that Roxy and Dirk were just friends, or really, best friends. It was completely stupid of her, but she was jealous. She had no reason to be; Roxy even said that she liked that Jane loved her for who she was.

That made Jane smile. Even if she wasn’t Roxy’s moirail, she could still be her best galpal. Of course, they wouldn’t quite have the intimacy of moirallegiance, but Jane had always figured that human and troll romance didn’t have any true equivalents. It was completely possible for her to be important in Roxy’s life without necessarily filling one of Roxy’s “quadrants” (a silly concept in and of itself, humans didn’t have quadrants!), even if she kind of wanted to be considered the one that Roxy could feelings-jam with.

“That’s probably right,” Jane mused aloud, answering Roxy. “We’d probably be terrible moirails; I can’t imagine you changing. I like you just the way you are, drunkenness and conspiracy theories included. I suppose we’d better stick to bffsies, hoo hoo!”

Even if she thought that the alcoholism should stop, for the sake of Roxy’s health, she had real difficulty picturing a sober Roxy, not hopped up on cold medicine or ridiculous fevers or sugar, even.

“Although,” Jane postulated, “If you just want someone who loves you as you are, I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding a fellow. You’re a very lovable person.”

She punctuated that with a hug. Truly, Roxy was the best of friends.

But, of course, the best of friends were also the most inquisitive of friends, especially when it came to love lives.

“My… type?” Jane frowned. The first person to come to mind was, of course, Jake, but that was unattainable— and certainly, probably, not what Roxy was going for. “I— I’m not really sure?”

She thought for a while, trying to come up with what it was about Jake that she liked exactly.

“I suppose my type would be the one who’s as free as a bird,” Jane finally said. “The type of person who isn’t afraid to adventure, the type of person who seems like they never have a care in the world but to do whatever they want, even if it’s something silly and dangerous like exploring ruins or climbing mountains.”

Jane stopped right there, not sure why she was talking to an unconscious body. She was pretty sure Roxy was drooling on her by now; she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“I don’t know, Roxy,” she sighed, reaching one of her hands up to stroke Roxy’s hair. “You always tell me I’m the responsible one with their feet on the ground. Do you think I’d ever be able to catch someone as free as that?”

She frowned, disliking the train of thought she was following.

“Do you think it would be all right if I kept someone who’s that kind of free tied down?” Jane asked, forgetting that Roxy wasn’t even awake. “I’m always being called a wet blanket. Maybe I shouldn’t even try.”

She hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but Roxy was just so easy to talk to.

Roxy shakes her head in her sleep. “Janey no… ur just as special as Dirky is to me…. ur like… like, my best friend.” She giggles. “Dirky like, helps me out but it’s nothing like hanging out with my best fukkin girlbro.” She pets Janes face erratically, shushing her with the most erratic of face paps. Clearly, not having any of this self pity.

“Now…now u listen hear Janey. Ura… a beautiful gal and… totes not a wet blanket. You just gotta let people be dumb and stupid sometimes is all. Liek… ol’ Roxy here.” She shushes her. “You gotta love people cause their adventurous. You can still be lovin some fukker and not be breakin his balls over the danger. Yanno? You just gotta remember somethin…. an an I’ll tell you what it is…. right the fuck now.”

She moves her face in close, petting Janey still. “Poeple gotta love u four u. Flaws and junk and all. If u don’t find sumone imma fukkin friend marry your ass. Hells to the fucking yeahs.” She giggles a little. “Not gonna let my best fukkin babe depress herself and be alone and shit. Nuhuh.”

There is a little pause in which she slurrs her words and hiccups for some odd reason. She is pretty out of it! But there is an honesty in her tone. One that says she is deadly serious about marrying Jane if all else fails. Like she refuses to let her best friend stay alone forever.

Jane wrinkled her face as Roxy’s hand, still damp with sweat, seemed to molest her visage in what was clearly supposed to be a shoosh-pap. It made her let out a quiet giggle. She appreciated the sentiment that Roxy got across, though— it was, indeed, very nice to know that she was her… “girlbro”, whatever that meant.

It was reassuring. She could put to rest the very idea that Roxy considered Dirk a better friend than she; her worries and envy were completely unfounded. In fact, it would be a good idea to shoot the idea until it was dead, bury it, and place a garlic cross over it so that it didn’t come back as a zombie… or was it a vampire?

Jane shook that metaphor from her mind. Perhaps she should stop watching John’s paranormal films with him when he visited.

Jane sighed and nodded sleepily as Roxy continued to reassure her. It occurred to Jane that Roxy was great at giving advice, even when completely conked out on top of a sofa. She had no idea what she’d do without Roxy. She truly could not imagine going through life without her favorite blonde backing her every step of the way.

She was jolted from her light dozing by Roxy’s face nearing hers. It was admittedly creepy, the way sleeping Roxy could so closely imitate Roxy when awake. Jane wouldn’t have it any other way, though— just one more quirk to love.

“Roxy…” Jane breathed out loud, touched by the gesture. Roxy had offered to marry her if she couldn’t find anyone, and even though it was in her normal, joking manner, Jane could tell she was serious about it. “You really are the best. But, I couldn’t do that to you. You deserve to marry someone you really love. And I’ll be fine by myself; you don’t see Betty Crocker reliant on some chap’s support.”

She squeezed her best friend in an affectionate hug, “I really appreciate that you’ll be there for me, though. You’re truly the greatest.”

Jane just lay there and held Roxy for a little while. What kind of good thing had she done in a previous life to be able to have a friend like this now? There was only one question that she just had to ask before falling asleep herself.

“Roxy,” Jane began, pausing to yawn. “Are you really asleep?”

Jane already knew the answer, but she had to ask as a formality.

Even though it was improbable that anyone could possibly be this coherent in their sleep, Roxy had a way of making the impossible happen.

[Future Event] ==> HomeSick

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Roxy thought for a moment. Well, as much thinking as a super knonked out teen can do when being asked really personal questions by her sneaky best friend. “Lol jaeny ur so…. snoppy.” A giggle thrown in there of couse. “Dirk’s like, my homebro.  So cooool…. tha’s is though. I wouldn’t fukk him or nuthin. S’like, he’s gotta nice butt butt that’s it. He’s a totes enigmers.”

Drooling a little in her sleep she goes on to say. “He’d be bad for me romantically. Were moirails. S’like, we cover eachothers faults. He’d keep tryin ta change me too much…. I just want someone who love like, Roxy for Roxy. Like Janey does.”

She snorks again. “That’s all I want Janey.” Almost looks like she is about to say more before the topic somehow takes a turn. “What…..about you? Whats ur…type?” She seems to have a BIT of tact remaining in her sleeping form, avoiding the use of Jake’s name directly.

Snoppy? Jane frowned at the word. “Snop” sounded like a lousy sound effect from a low-budget webcomic. Like “snap”, but… derpier. What did snopping have to do with the current situation?

… or perhaps she’d just mispronounced “snoopy”. Jane felt a little bad about doing a modern-day equivalent of the Alternian Inquisition on an unconscious girl who could barely control what came out of her mouth, but she needed answers. And it wasn’t like Roxy would just give them to her while conscious— just earlier, she’d said that she told lies every day. If Jane wanted the truth, she’d have to garner it from Roxy’s unconscious babble.

The truth was, evidently, that Roxy and Dirk were something like humanoid moirails. While it was true that humans generally didn’t seem to grasp the concept of moirallegiance as well as trolls did (hence the sparse romantic contact between the two species) Jane figured that it sounded perfectly reasonable.

But, she wondered, biting her lip in confusion, when had Dirk ever done anything but encourage Roxy’s bad habits? He’d gone ahead and gotten drunk with her, for Arceus’ sake! Sighing, she decided to give that up— there was probably far more going on behind the scenes.

Ugh, she was overthinking this. The point was that Roxy and Dirk were just friends, or really, best friends. It was completely stupid of her, but she was jealous. She had no reason to be; Roxy even said that she liked that Jane loved her for who she was.

That made Jane smile. Even if she wasn’t Roxy’s moirail, she could still be her best galpal. Of course, they wouldn’t quite have the intimacy of moirallegiance, but Jane had always figured that human and troll romance didn’t have any true equivalents. It was completely possible for her to be important in Roxy’s life without necessarily filling one of Roxy’s “quadrants” (a silly concept in and of itself, humans didn’t have quadrants!), even if she kind of wanted to be considered the one that Roxy could feelings-jam with.

“That’s probably right,” Jane mused aloud, answering Roxy. “We’d probably be terrible moirails; I can’t imagine you changing. I like you just the way you are, drunkenness and conspiracy theories included. I suppose we’d better stick to bffsies, hoo hoo!”

Even if she thought that the alcoholism should stop, for the sake of Roxy’s health, she had real difficulty picturing a sober Roxy, not hopped up on cold medicine or ridiculous fevers or sugar, even.

“Although,” Jane postulated, “If you just want someone who loves you as you are, I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding a fellow. You’re a very lovable person.”

She punctuated that with a hug. Truly, Roxy was the best of friends.

But, of course, the best of friends were also the most inquisitive of friends, especially when it came to love lives.

“My… type?” Jane frowned. The first person to come to mind was, of course, Jake, but that was unattainable— and certainly, probably, not what Roxy was going for. “I— I’m not really sure?”

She thought for a while, trying to come up with what it was about Jake that she liked exactly.

“I suppose my type would be the one who’s as free as a bird,” Jane finally said. “The type of person who isn’t afraid to adventure, the type of person who seems like they never have a care in the world but to do whatever they want, even if it’s something silly and dangerous like exploring ruins or climbing mountains.”

Jane stopped right there, not sure why she was talking to an unconscious body. She was pretty sure Roxy was drooling on her by now; she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“I don’t know, Roxy,” she sighed, reaching one of her hands up to stroke Roxy’s hair. “You always tell me I’m the responsible one with their feet on the ground. Do you think I’d ever be able to catch someone as free as that?”

She frowned, disliking the train of thought she was following.

“Do you think it would be all right if I kept someone who’s that kind of free tied down?” Jane asked, forgetting that Roxy wasn’t even awake. “I’m always being called a wet blanket. Maybe I shouldn’t even try.”

She hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but Roxy was just so easy to talk to.

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[Future Event] ==>

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Jane was, as always, overthinking things. She got the same look of annoyed dismay whenever they spent time together. From the way she held herself with too much forced relaxation in an attempt to appear nonchalant, to the way she scrunched up her button nose and worried her bottom lip when she thought he couldn’t see - she was good at being in the boardroom. But nobody she’d sat down with to broker a deal had been a Strider.

And Striders were simply the best puppeteers.

For now though he shoved all the history between them into a corner. Breath deeply, tread carefully, and don’t fuck this up was steadily becoming his mantra this morning. No matter how slim the chances of Jake and Jane ending up together, he would be mature and keep them both in his life. Contingency plans were his specialty; he had learned long ago that banking all your cards on one outcome would usually prove disastrous.

“I’ve got it memorized,” he assured her as she pulled out the recipe card to offer him. It was Jake’s favourite, after all.

Turning back to the storage space in the kitchen he quickly located the waffle iron he had found during his first sweep of the place. He had been surprised to find it, still in its box, but considering the fact that Roxy was never even up for breakfast and that it had been a gift, he assumed it was from her mother. The place was littered with such items from both parties - the result of their silent feud.

At the mention of fruit he had already started mixing up the batter, having cleared a sizeable patch of the counter near a socket to plug it in. “You can call down if you want. Just hit zero.” It struck him as a little odd that Jane knew less about the place Roxy lived than he himself did. Apparently their schedules had been even more conflicting than Roxy had let on.

Jane tried to school her face into the variety she would use for playing poker, were she a gambler, but it was simply no use— not when she was dealing with the master of Poker Faces himself.

Normally, she was good at hiding her displeasure. However, something about Dirk made it difficult to hide her unease and discomfort. Perhaps it was, in part, because she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to hide it at all.

But, by golly, she was determined to get along with Dirk, even if it killed her. She didn’t particularly understand why the hostility was still present, especially since she’d given into the fact that Jake was definitely not going to like her back. (Oh, Arceus, still her heart— it still hurt to say that.) They’d gotten along just swell as kids… aside from the whole Betty Crocker thing, but the idea that a company for baked goods and technology had a hand in his parents’ deaths was completely insane.

Then again, that was when Jane’s crush was small and easily ignored, as opposed to the completely smitten love she’d developed. She supposed that once you were rivals with Dirk Strider, there was no turning back.

She packed the card away, having predicted that Dirk would already know the recipe. But just because she’d forseen it didn’t mean it was a disappointment. Dirk would take good care of Jake. She knew he would. In fact, he was probably the only person in the world that she trusted to take care of Jake, aside from perhaps herself and Betty Crocker Grandma English. (Hmm, where had that stray thought come from?)

“Oh? I usually just head to the convenience store in the lobby,” Jane remarked curiously. She’d always picked up an apple or something there on her way out after a sleepover. It irked her that Dirk still somehow knew more about how Roxy lived than Jane did; was her building really one of the complexes that had room service? “After all, it’s only a few sets of stairs.”

She seemed to recall something about one of his brothers… perhaps was it the youngest one? Ah, she hadn’t spoken to him very often… Dane? No, Dave. It was Dave.

Dave, who was perpetually warning people about staircases. Just… telling them to be careful?

Something like that. She doubted it had any relevance to Dirk.

She turned around and headed out of the kitchen, fully intent on heading downstairs. It was a blow to her pride that she’d rather not admit to not know such a basic fact about Roxy’s apartment. She was almost at the door when she remembered that it would take her five minutes to get to the bottom floor in the elevator alone, much less the stairs, and who knows how long the line at the convenience was? And she was not going to cede her turf (i.e. the kitchen) to Dirk.

She swallowed her pride and picked up the phone.

After placing an order for some fruit, Jane returned to the kitchen.

“Thank you for informing me of the delivery service.”

She was rather proud of the lack of wavering in her voice.

“No problem.” Pouring the batter into the iron, Dirk began making a healthy number of waffles. While Jake wasn’t as bottomless a pit as the blond he had a large appetite. Reasoning that they could just pick at any leftovers for the next couple of days, he made more than strictly necessary. Jake would be happy at least.

Turning the talk to more neutral territory - and maybe helping the blonde’s cause along the way - Dirk broached the topic of what his two female friends would be up to later that day. “Do you two have any plans for tonight? I don’t know how long we’ll be gone but we might end up eating out since our block starts at four.” That would give both he and Roxy at least three hours alone with their respective crushes. “Just make sure to put a sock or something on the door if things get wild. I don’t want Jake having a heart attack.”

Jane was almost alarmed by the massive quantities of waffles Dirk was making. She almost called him out for it, but reasoned with herself that there were two (probably still-growing) boys in the house, plus Roxy, who wasn’t exactly a light eater herself. Whatever was left over, she supposed, could be packed away and snacked on later.

But that was a concern for later times. Right now, Dirk was steering the conversation into dangerous territory.

“Oh, that’s right! You and Jake are heading out to the shooting range later, aren’t you?” Jane answered.

She’d nearly forgotten about leaving them alone together for more than four hours— they’d have to stay at the range until it closed at eight if they wanted to have any hope of beating both the dinner rush and the post-dinner rush, when everyone thought it would be nice to go for a walk after their evening meal. Add to that the time it might take to get dinner, and…

“Yes, I do suppose you’ll be out for a while. Probably until nine, if you’re aiming to avoid the crowds for dinner,” Jane added, just to make sure Dirk knew that Castelia was really busy around that time. She hinted, “Everyone seems to think that walking the streets between the hours of six an eight is a good idea. I personally think that just creates massive evening traffic.”

There, that should be enough to help them avoid situations that made Jake uncomfortable. Hopefully, Dirk had the good sense to avoid going down dangerous-looking roads besides, so they ought to be pretty safe.

“Roxy and I haven’t made any plans yet; I was hoping to discuss them with her later,” Jane shrugged. “I’m pretty sure she may have been considering going to the range, too, but she was just there to practice with her rifle last week, I think. I can assure you, however, that there will be no tomfoolery of the sock-requiring kind. Hoo hoo!”

The very idea of it was ridiculous enough to make Jane laugh. It was, simply put, preposterous. It was such a silly notion that her cheeks were flushing pink just thinking about it.  She was flustered by the ludicrosity of it.

Yes. That was it.

It was upsetting to recall that Jake was going to spend so much time with Dirk this evening, all alone, just them and some guns. Knowing of Dirk’s feelings for Jake, and now becoming aware that they were reciprocated— a fresh wound from only the night before last— she felt just a little sad, watching him be with someone else. Being aware of the requited love she wouldn’t be able to have.

But if it was for Jake’s happiness, well, golly, she’d make it happen as smoothly as possible.

“I hope you both have a wonderful time, regardless.”

Dirk gave a nod to show he had heard her. “Yeah, I noticed that the first time I came through here,” Dirk replied, unplugging the waffle iron as the last of them finished baking. Stacking them on a plate, he set them to the side and began to clean up. Living alone, on the road and in Undella, had taught him self-sufficiency. It would definitely do to clean before the others woke up and they all started hanging out.

It would also be best to avoid crowds. While he put on a brave face for Jake, and to keep from seeming weak, he was possibly worse off in large groups than Jake. He much preferred being alone for reasons that extended far beyond the cool loner image. Three or four people seemed to be his limit when it came to gatherings; otherwise, he became overwhelmed by the noises and movement, caught up in keeping track of minute details that told him volumes more about someone than they would ever let on. It was disorienting and only practice had allowed him to cope as much as he did now.

Because of all of these reasons and more, he would never tell anyone about it. Instead he just packed away the discomfort behind his pointed shades.

Dirk shrugged when told that there was a guarantee nothing illicit would occur between the two girls. “Alright. Nothing above PG will be going on in here, so just walk right on in.” He paused briefly in washing up to rub one shoulder. He would likely have to go right-handed at the range. No problem, since it was practically law that Striders had to be ambidextrous, but he was looking forward to the shooting range even less now. There was no way he would back out however. He was sure that he was physically incapable of letting Jake down when it was only his own health on the line. Jane’s words brought him out of his thoughts just before he began to ruminate on how the same could be said of Jake.

“I know we will,” he said confidently. “Me, guns, and food - what’s not to love?” Finally finished with the bowls and measuring cups, he placed the ones that were Jane’s to the side and put away the rest. “You two - well, it’s Rox. She knows how to have a good time so I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Just making sure,” Jane shrugged at him, her hands tensing just the smallest amount. It was almost threatening, the way he made it sound as if neither he nor Jake needed her ore her advice at all. But she digressed. “It has been quite a while since you were last here. It’s entirely possible for you to have forgotten.”

When Dirk had completed his waffles, Jane moved to re-captchalogue all of her ingredients. They wouldn’t need those anymore. As he began to clean up, Jane’s timer went off and she made to plate and cool the scones, returning to Dirk’s side at the sink. Dropping off the baking sheet for Dirk to clean, Jane took up station drying the dishes. She’d have to check with Dirk about putting them away; she had almost no clue how Roxy’s kitchen was supposed to be organized. Actually, she doubted that Roxy’s kitchen was organized at all. In any case, Dirk was the one who could better advise her on where to put the dishes they’d used… as much as she loathed to admit it. As soon as this journey business was over, she’d have to make sure to visit Roxy more frequently.

She couldn’t stand it that Dirk was so much closer to Roxy than she was. They were supposed to be bffsies, the closest of close friends, best gal pals. Perhaps the only person in the world who knew as much as Roxy did about Jane was maybe Jake, and he was a bit of a… special case. The fact that Dirk knew more about what went on in Roxy’s sopor-addled brain than she was almost more irritating than the fact that Roxy was perhaps the only person who knew even half of what was going on behind those gosh consarn shades.

But that wasn’t Dirk’s fault, she reminded herself. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but her own for getting so horribly caught up in work. But she had responsibilities that she couldn’t very well abandon, and, hopefully, she’d be able to catch up with her best friend later. It would be fine… eventually.

She cast an askance look at Dirk when he rubbed his shoulder— an innocent enough gesture, until one recalled the wounds dealt to him. And considering that this was Strider they were talking about here, it must be paining him horribly. She frowned at the perceived location of injury, disliking that her friend was hurt and it was making him weak. However, she said nothing about it. She trusted Dirk to take care of himself and know where his limits were.

Unless Jake was involved. In that case, Strider might try to push himself past what he ought to do for the sake of not disappointing him. Jane would know; Jake was just the type of fellow you didn’t want to let down. Especially not when you were in love with him. And, of course, he would be just dense enough to not realize that shooting may actually worsen Dirk’s injuries…

As Dirk set about replacing Roxy’s cooking materials, Jane captchalogued her own and answered him, “Of course. I’m sure we’ll both have an absolute blast this evening. Hoo hoo! I would recommend that you go easy on the shooting, however. Some of the rifles have a nasty kickback that may jostle your injuries. We wouldn’t want to further delay their healing, after all.”

There. By admitting that she, too, disliked the sharp backwards momentum that came with shooting some of their rifles (she’d take a spoon or culling fork over a gun any day), perhaps he’d see that it was okay to lighten up on the shooting, which would be sure to disturb his wounds. Dirk would need to be in tip-top shape to be her rival take care of Jake travel, after all.

[Future Event] ==> HomeSick

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Roxy nods slowly, so she DIDN’T pimp out Jane Yeah, now she remembers. Peanuts and Ice cream. “That was an acci-” But she lets Jane finish. Listening closely to the girls plan. Well, rather HER plan. The one she was so sure ould work a fe eeks ago that seemed hopeless at this point. 

She hugs Jane again with a sad sigh. Very physical today, but the both needed it she thinks. Been far too long since either of them could let it all out like that. “If you wanna, I’ll totes help you out Janey.” She did have a fairly detailed plan. Hacking the ferris wheel controls would be a snap for miss Lalonde after all. Computer WIZARD!

“You wanna let Dirk know? Should we surprise them?” She smiles for Jane. A sad one though. Knowing just what she would be feeling in a matter of time. Maybe they could drink their sorrows away once finished. Well, Jane would probably go for tea, but Roxy could hope. “I got your back Janey. We can get someting nice to eat after ok? Promise.”

Jane smiled faintly at her friend, hugging her back tightly.

“Thank you, Roxy. I knew I could count on you,” she said. She added, perhaps a little on the wistful side, “After all, the idea was brilliant to begin with. I just think we ought to re-purpose it for the right people.”

It wouldn’t have worked if Jane had even attempted it, she realized. The romantic moonlight, the carnival off in the distance, the solitude— it would have all been for naught because Jake was completely loony about Dirk. Even if he hadn’t said it himself, straight to her face, she could see how much they cared for each other as plain as day.

She could do this. She could make it happen.

“I think we should surprise them, unless later circumstances change things,” Jane bit her lip. “In fact, it’s probably best if they never know we’re involved at all until after it’s over. I can… I can see that Jake’s just this side of exploding. He’s just on the brink of telling Dirk himself, he just needs that one situational push.”

Jane internally sighed in relief; she hadn’t told Roxy that she’d already told Jake he ought to confess then (which would mean indirectly telling her that Jake knew he was in love with Dirk); yet, she’d still avoided lying. It was clear to any sleuth’s eye that Jake was getting a little antsy about his feelings.

She returned Roxy’s tentative smile, glad that her friend could read between her lines well enough to see how upset she really was.

“Yes, indeed, we’ll have to find some food after all of that,” Jane nodded, trying to see how it would all play out. “Do you think we should head out with the fellows or, perhaps, should we arrange to eat at different places?”

Although, if she had to be completely honest with herself, she might just want to gorge herself on sweets after something like that.

“Maybe, let’s make plans to have funnel cake or cotton candy for dessert,” Jane added. It would only be proper to eat such things after a meal, after all.

Roxy nodded. “Fuck yeah, we can get you all the cotton candy in the world Janey. Scroge vault of the stuff.” She wonders for a moment on how to go about accomplishing this but decides against it.

“Yeah Janey? Can we lie down on this sofa?” She smiles, fairly dizzy. Not sick, but still. “We can totes nap and stuff. You look all tired and stuff.” She had been taking care of Roxy for a long time now, movies and cooking and running this way and that.

“You need ur rest too.” Roxy also needed a life form to drain the body heat out of while sleeping. it was a known fact she wouldn’t get better without one.

Roxy, Jane thought, wasn’t looking very well right now. Maybe not as ill as she had been earlier, but certainly disoriented.

“Yes, of course we can lie down,” Jane agreed, doing her best to scoot over to give her friend some room to lay.

However, Roxy insisted on Jane lying down, as well. She wondered for a second whether Roxy intended to have her as some sort of person-sized teddy bear, but decided not to dwell on it. She was rather tired, after all, and Roxy was probably still fevrish enough to need a source of warmth.

“Fine, I suppose,” Jane finally agreed, laying down and wrapping one of her arms around Roxy’s waist.

Roxy clung to Jane almost the second she had lay down, warm under the blankets, despite the cold air in the room around them. It as almost like the coziest place in the entire building.

“Thank you Janey~” She mumbles already half unconscious, thanking her best friend from many things at once as she clung for dear life. Janey was just a big ball of warmth. Roxy on the flip side, unsurprisingly cold and a little shaky.

It didn’t take long for her to doze off either, soon hitting her deep sleep and mumbling like she was talking to someone. The stupid yet blissful smile of the usual well known Roxy plastered on her face. Honest.

“You’re welcome, Roxy,” Jane replied to her sleepy question, letting Roxy squeeze her as if she really were some variety of stuffed plush.

Roxy did seem rather frigid. Jane sighed, softly rubbing her friend’s shoulder as she drifted off into dreamland. It wasn’t really something she could help; Roxy was sick, after all.

It wasn’t as if she particularly minded, except for the fact that Roxy drooled and babbled in her sleep. Besides, she wasn’t exactly tired yet, even after pulling such a late night yesterday. If she could help her friend, then by golly, she would.

“Oh, Roxy, what am I ever going to do with you?” Jane asked rhetorically as Roxy snuggled into her bosom and began to make some sound akin to a snore and a snort.

Roxy mumbles a little, before surprisingly replying to Jane’s question! “Well…. you should…. should totally like…. gimme a massage. Snork. Hehe, chicken soup and…. ur so awesome Janey. You… you don’t need to do nuthin.”

She continues to trail off into topics all on her own. Involing baking, pokemon, sky pirates and something about the butt beads of space and time? Who knows really, but she seems to respond to Jane’s voice. Almost like she is activated by her voice alone!

Why, this could be a fun game. Anything at all in the universe of Roxy could be answered. All Jane would need to do is let her curiosity run wild.

Jane was quite surprised when Roxy answered her accidental inquiry; she hadn’t intended to have it answered at all. As Miss Lalonde drifted off into her normal slumblerbabble, Jane thought upon what seemed to be the serious answer to her question.

Hoo hoo! As soon as she realized the implications of this, her Prankster’s Gambit began to swell in anticipation. Who knows what she’d be able to ask Roxy while she was in this state? It was like Truth or Dare, minus the dares.

“Well, gee, Roxy, I was just wondering,” Jane began, fabricating an appropriately prankstery question. “What you said the last time you had to tell a lie?”

Hehehehe. This one would certainly help Jane in both future pranking missions AND sleuthing.

Roxy quickly starts mumbling of the most honest of honest truths. “Lie? I gess…. I guss I lie every day of my life Janeeey. Girls…. girl has gotta have secrets.” She yawns, cuddling up closer once she does so.

“Sooo curious Janeeey. The most curious. Got… nufin to hide from you.” She snorks loudly, before laughing again, babbling more on topics nobody can quite decipher without a secret decoder ring or such. Wow, Roxy is a complex girl! Who knows what goes on in that head!

Jane thought on that phrase for a second. So, there was guarantee that Roxy told a lie every day. There would be at least one false statement every twenty four hours… well, okay, perhaps not quite that exact.

But, evidently, she didn’t lie to Jane. Right?

Unless… unless her lie was that she wasn’t hiding anything from Jane? She frowned, furrowing her eyes as Roxy detailed some random things that made no sense. It was an entirely possible scenario. Bffsies weren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other, after all.

She had to find out more. The sleuth within her demanded it.

“You don’t say, Roxy?” Jane remarked conversationally. “Let’s see. You probably do a lot of reconnaissance work, then. How frequently, exactly, do you ‘game the system’?”

That brought up a whole slew of other questions.

“For that matter, how do you keep sneaking alcohol about?” Jane quirked her eyebrow quizzically. “It’s always eluded me how you manage to go undetected by the law. Have you even been caught once?”

Perhaps if she could figure it out, she could stop her from drinking altogether… a prospect that seemed satisfying and horrible at the same time. The few times Jane had seen Roxy sober (if you didn’t count “hungover” in that category) probably only included tonight and perhaps once when Roxy was on a sugar crash, years ago. Did the latter classify as a sugar hangover itself?

The point was that Roxy was miserable sober, for some reason. For someone who was normally so happy to make such a U-turn in their personality… well, it was disheartening.

“lol, u mean like….. break the law? Well…. hehe, well I guess… I hack a few things for like…. Dirky and stuff…. totes break into liek… anywhere.” She stated with an air off pride in her words, leaving a massive majority of it up to the imagination. but that is mostly because she is asleep of course.

“How I get my booooooboooooze?” She states as dran out as physically possible. “I’unno. I just ask. Nobody pays… any attention to me Janey. I’mma ninja. Totes unnoticed by… by all the law.

She stops for a moment, as if thinking. “But…. I make the dangerous stuff myself. My auntie… she like… gave me this recipe. Wicked shit…. u… u should try it.” She mumbles.

“Bubbly bub butt bub.” She mutters, clearly not understanding how she gets away with it herself! Maybe more…. passionately themed questions are in order?

It was of no surprise to Jane that Roxy had done illegal things, but the fact that she’d been doing them for Dirk… well, that was an interesting twist. She furrowed her brows. They really were bosom friends, weren’t they. The envy was all-consuming, and she didn’t know what to say. She decided it was best if she saved those questions for later.

Really, she was more curious about how Roxy managed to hide from the law. Not only would it help sleuthkind everywhere, but perhaps Jane could use similar tactics herself when setting up pranks! Hoo hoo! She chuckled quietly into the palm of her hand as soon as she realized— not even Roxy knew how she got away with all of the things she did.

Well, what with that being settled, Jane thought it would be prudent to turn her questions in a different direction. There were, after all, still inquiries nagging her about things that Roxy had said mere minutes ago.

“I see,” Jane nodded. “In that case, perhaps I ought to change the subject. Roxy, how do you really feel about Mr. Strider? I mean, you must be pretty upset about how he’s enamored with Jake, especially since you seemed so serious about each other…”

Jane bit her lip and added, “I wonder what your ideal sweetheart is like?”

And, of course, how close Dirk came to that ideal.

It really was idiotic of her to be jealous over their friendship, but Jane couldn’t help it.

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Roxy nods slowly, so she DIDN’T pimp out Jane Yeah, now she remembers. Peanuts and Ice cream. “That was an acci-” But she lets Jane finish. Listening closely to the girls plan. Well, rather HER plan. The one she was so sure ould work a fe eeks ago that seemed hopeless at this point. 

She hugs Jane again with a sad sigh. Very physical today, but the both needed it she thinks. Been far too long since either of them could let it all out like that. “If you wanna, I’ll totes help you out Janey.” She did have a fairly detailed plan. Hacking the ferris wheel controls would be a snap for miss Lalonde after all. Computer WIZARD!

“You wanna let Dirk know? Should we surprise them?” She smiles for Jane. A sad one though. Knowing just what she would be feeling in a matter of time. Maybe they could drink their sorrows away once finished. Well, Jane would probably go for tea, but Roxy could hope. “I got your back Janey. We can get someting nice to eat after ok? Promise.”

Jane smiled faintly at her friend, hugging her back tightly.

“Thank you, Roxy. I knew I could count on you,” she said. She added, perhaps a little on the wistful side, “After all, the idea was brilliant to begin with. I just think we ought to re-purpose it for the right people.”

It wouldn’t have worked if Jane had even attempted it, she realized. The romantic moonlight, the carnival off in the distance, the solitude— it would have all been for naught because Jake was completely loony about Dirk. Even if he hadn’t said it himself, straight to her face, she could see how much they cared for each other as plain as day.

She could do this. She could make it happen.

“I think we should surprise them, unless later circumstances change things,” Jane bit her lip. “In fact, it’s probably best if they never know we’re involved at all until after it’s over. I can… I can see that Jake’s just this side of exploding. He’s just on the brink of telling Dirk himself, he just needs that one situational push.”

Jane internally sighed in relief; she hadn’t told Roxy that she’d already told Jake he ought to confess then (which would mean indirectly telling her that Jake knew he was in love with Dirk); yet, she’d still avoided lying. It was clear to any sleuth’s eye that Jake was getting a little antsy about his feelings.

She returned Roxy’s tentative smile, glad that her friend could read between her lines well enough to see how upset she really was.

“Yes, indeed, we’ll have to find some food after all of that,” Jane nodded, trying to see how it would all play out. “Do you think we should head out with the fellows or, perhaps, should we arrange to eat at different places?”

Although, if she had to be completely honest with herself, she might just want to gorge herself on sweets after something like that.

“Maybe, let’s make plans to have funnel cake or cotton candy for dessert,” Jane added. It would only be proper to eat such things after a meal, after all.

Roxy nodded. “Fuck yeah, we can get you all the cotton candy in the world Janey. Scroge vault of the stuff.” She wonders for a moment on how to go about accomplishing this but decides against it.

“Yeah Janey? Can we lie down on this sofa?” She smiles, fairly dizzy. Not sick, but still. “We can totes nap and stuff. You look all tired and stuff.” She had been taking care of Roxy for a long time now, movies and cooking and running this way and that.

“You need ur rest too.” Roxy also needed a life form to drain the body heat out of while sleeping. it was a known fact she wouldn’t get better without one.

Roxy, Jane thought, wasn’t looking very well right now. Maybe not as ill as she had been earlier, but certainly disoriented.

“Yes, of course we can lie down,” Jane agreed, doing her best to scoot over to give her friend some room to lay.

However, Roxy insisted on Jane lying down, as well. She wondered for a second whether Roxy intended to have her as some sort of person-sized teddy bear, but decided not to dwell on it. She was rather tired, after all, and Roxy was probably still fevrish enough to need a source of warmth.

“Fine, I suppose,” Jane finally agreed, laying down and wrapping one of her arms around Roxy’s waist.

Roxy clung to Jane almost the second she had lay down, warm under the blankets, despite the cold air in the room around them. It as almost like the coziest place in the entire building.

“Thank you Janey~” She mumbles already half unconscious, thanking her best friend from many things at once as she clung for dear life. Janey was just a big ball of warmth. Roxy on the flip side, unsurprisingly cold and a little shaky.

It didn’t take long for her to doze off either, soon hitting her deep sleep and mumbling like she was talking to someone. The stupid yet blissful smile of the usual well known Roxy plastered on her face. Honest.

“You’re welcome, Roxy,” Jane replied to her sleepy question, letting Roxy squeeze her as if she really were some variety of stuffed plush.

Roxy did seem rather frigid. Jane sighed, softly rubbing her friend’s shoulder as she drifted off into dreamland. It wasn’t really something she could help; Roxy was sick, after all.

It wasn’t as if she particularly minded, except for the fact that Roxy drooled and babbled in her sleep. Besides, she wasn’t exactly tired yet, even after pulling such a late night yesterday. If she could help her friend, then by golly, she would.

“Oh, Roxy, what am I ever going to do with you?” Jane asked rhetorically as Roxy snuggled into her bosom and began to make some sound akin to a snore and a snort.

Roxy mumbles a little, before surprisingly replying to Jane’s question! “Well…. you should…. should totally like…. gimme a massage. Snork. Hehe, chicken soup and…. ur so awesome Janey. You… you don’t need to do nuthin.”

She continues to trail off into topics all on her own. Involing baking, pokemon, sky pirates and something about the butt beads of space and time? Who knows really, but she seems to respond to Jane’s voice. Almost like she is activated by her voice alone!

Why, this could be a fun game. Anything at all in the universe of Roxy could be answered. All Jane would need to do is let her curiosity run wild.

Jane was quite surprised when Roxy answered her accidental inquiry; she hadn’t intended to have it answered at all. As Miss Lalonde drifted off into her normal slumblerbabble, Jane thought upon what seemed to be the serious answer to her question.

Hoo hoo! As soon as she realized the implications of this, her Prankster’s Gambit began to swell in anticipation. Who knows what she’d be able to ask Roxy while she was in this state? It was like Truth or Dare, minus the dares.

“Well, gee, Roxy, I was just wondering,” Jane began, fabricating an appropriately prankstery question. “What you said the last time you had to tell a lie?”

Hehehehe. This one would certainly help Jane in both future pranking missions AND sleuthing.

Roxy quickly starts mumbling of the most honest of honest truths. “Lie? I gess…. I guss I lie every day of my life Janeeey. Girls…. girl has gotta have secrets.” She yawns, cuddling up closer once she does so.

“Sooo curious Janeeey. The most curious. Got… nufin to hide from you.” She snorks loudly, before laughing again, babbling more on topics nobody can quite decipher without a secret decoder ring or such. Wow, Roxy is a complex girl! Who knows what goes on in that head!

Jane thought on that phrase for a second. So, there was guarantee that Roxy told a lie every day. There would be at least one false statement every twenty four hours… well, okay, perhaps not quite that exact.

But, evidently, she didn’t lie to Jane. Right?

Unless… unless her lie was that she wasn’t hiding anything from Jane? She frowned, furrowing her eyes as Roxy detailed some random things that made no sense. It was an entirely possible scenario. Bffsies weren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other, after all.

She had to find out more. The sleuth within her demanded it.

“You don’t say, Roxy?” Jane remarked conversationally. “Let’s see. You probably do a lot of reconnaissance work, then. How frequently, exactly, do you ‘game the system’?”

That brought up a whole slew of other questions.

“For that matter, how do you keep sneaking alcohol about?” Jane quirked her eyebrow quizzically. “It’s always eluded me how you manage to go undetected by the law. Have you even been caught once?”

Perhaps if she could figure it out, she could stop her from drinking altogether… a prospect that seemed satisfying and horrible at the same time. The few times Jane had seen Roxy sober (if you didn’t count “hungover” in that category) probably only included tonight and perhaps once when Roxy was on a sugar crash, years ago. Did the latter classify as a sugar hangover itself?

The point was that Roxy was miserable sober, for some reason. For someone who was normally so happy to make such a U-turn in their personality… well, it was disheartening.

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Roxy nods slowly, so she DIDN’T pimp out Jane Yeah, now she remembers. Peanuts and Ice cream. “That was an acci-” But she lets Jane finish. Listening closely to the girls plan. Well, rather HER plan. The one she was so sure ould work a fe eeks ago that seemed hopeless at this point. 

She hugs Jane again with a sad sigh. Very physical today, but the both needed it she thinks. Been far too long since either of them could let it all out like that. “If you wanna, I’ll totes help you out Janey.” She did have a fairly detailed plan. Hacking the ferris wheel controls would be a snap for miss Lalonde after all. Computer WIZARD!

“You wanna let Dirk know? Should we surprise them?” She smiles for Jane. A sad one though. Knowing just what she would be feeling in a matter of time. Maybe they could drink their sorrows away once finished. Well, Jane would probably go for tea, but Roxy could hope. “I got your back Janey. We can get someting nice to eat after ok? Promise.”

Jane smiled faintly at her friend, hugging her back tightly.

“Thank you, Roxy. I knew I could count on you,” she said. She added, perhaps a little on the wistful side, “After all, the idea was brilliant to begin with. I just think we ought to re-purpose it for the right people.”

It wouldn’t have worked if Jane had even attempted it, she realized. The romantic moonlight, the carnival off in the distance, the solitude— it would have all been for naught because Jake was completely loony about Dirk. Even if he hadn’t said it himself, straight to her face, she could see how much they cared for each other as plain as day.

She could do this. She could make it happen.

“I think we should surprise them, unless later circumstances change things,” Jane bit her lip. “In fact, it’s probably best if they never know we’re involved at all until after it’s over. I can… I can see that Jake’s just this side of exploding. He’s just on the brink of telling Dirk himself, he just needs that one situational push.”

Jane internally sighed in relief; she hadn’t told Roxy that she’d already told Jake he ought to confess then (which would mean indirectly telling her that Jake knew he was in love with Dirk); yet, she’d still avoided lying. It was clear to any sleuth’s eye that Jake was getting a little antsy about his feelings.

She returned Roxy’s tentative smile, glad that her friend could read between her lines well enough to see how upset she really was.

“Yes, indeed, we’ll have to find some food after all of that,” Jane nodded, trying to see how it would all play out. “Do you think we should head out with the fellows or, perhaps, should we arrange to eat at different places?”

Although, if she had to be completely honest with herself, she might just want to gorge herself on sweets after something like that.

“Maybe, let’s make plans to have funnel cake or cotton candy for dessert,” Jane added. It would only be proper to eat such things after a meal, after all.

Roxy nodded. “Fuck yeah, we can get you all the cotton candy in the world Janey. Scroge vault of the stuff.” She wonders for a moment on how to go about accomplishing this but decides against it.

“Yeah Janey? Can we lie down on this sofa?” She smiles, fairly dizzy. Not sick, but still. “We can totes nap and stuff. You look all tired and stuff.” She had been taking care of Roxy for a long time now, movies and cooking and running this way and that.

“You need ur rest too.” Roxy also needed a life form to drain the body heat out of while sleeping. it was a known fact she wouldn’t get better without one.

Roxy, Jane thought, wasn’t looking very well right now. Maybe not as ill as she had been earlier, but certainly disoriented.

“Yes, of course we can lie down,” Jane agreed, doing her best to scoot over to give her friend some room to lay.

However, Roxy insisted on Jane lying down, as well. She wondered for a second whether Roxy intended to have her as some sort of person-sized teddy bear, but decided not to dwell on it. She was rather tired, after all, and Roxy was probably still fevrish enough to need a source of warmth.

“Fine, I suppose,” Jane finally agreed, laying down and wrapping one of her arms around Roxy’s waist.

Roxy clung to Jane almost the second she had lay down, warm under the blankets, despite the cold air in the room around them. It as almost like the coziest place in the entire building.

“Thank you Janey~” She mumbles already half unconscious, thanking her best friend from many things at once as she clung for dear life. Janey was just a big ball of warmth. Roxy on the flip side, unsurprisingly cold and a little shaky.

It didn’t take long for her to doze off either, soon hitting her deep sleep and mumbling like she was talking to someone. The stupid yet blissful smile of the usual well known Roxy plastered on her face. Honest.

“You’re welcome, Roxy,” Jane replied to her sleepy question, letting Roxy squeeze her as if she really were some variety of stuffed plush.

Roxy did seem rather frigid. Jane sighed, softly rubbing her friend’s shoulder as she drifted off into dreamland. It wasn’t really something she could help; Roxy was sick, after all.

It wasn’t as if she particularly minded, except for the fact that Roxy drooled and babbled in her sleep. Besides, she wasn’t exactly tired yet, even after pulling such a late night yesterday. If she could help her friend, then by golly, she would.

“Oh, Roxy, what am I ever going to do with you?” Jane asked rhetorically as Roxy snuggled into her bosom and began to make some sound akin to a snore and a snort.

Roxy mumbles a little, before surprisingly replying to Jane’s question! “Well…. you should…. should totally like…. gimme a massage. Snork. Hehe, chicken soup and…. ur so awesome Janey. You… you don’t need to do nuthin.”

She continues to trail off into topics all on her own. Involing baking, pokemon, sky pirates and something about the butt beads of space and time? Who knows really, but she seems to respond to Jane’s voice. Almost like she is activated by her voice alone!

Why, this could be a fun game. Anything at all in the universe of Roxy could be answered. All Jane would need to do is let her curiosity run wild.

Jane was quite surprised when Roxy answered her accidental inquiry; she hadn’t intended to have it answered at all. As Miss Lalonde drifted off into her normal slumblerbabble, Jane thought upon what seemed to be the serious answer to her question.

Hoo hoo! As soon as she realized the implications of this, her Prankster’s Gambit began to swell in anticipation. Who knows what she’d be able to ask Roxy while she was in this state? It was like Truth or Dare, minus the dares.

“Well, gee, Roxy, I was just wondering,” Jane began, fabricating an appropriately prankstery question. “What you said the last time you had to tell a lie?”

Hehehehe. This one would certainly help Jane in both future pranking missions AND sleuthing.

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Roxy nods slowly, so she DIDN’T pimp out Jane Yeah, now she remembers. Peanuts and Ice cream. “That was an acci-” But she lets Jane finish. Listening closely to the girls plan. Well, rather HER plan. The one she was so sure ould work a fe eeks ago that seemed hopeless at this point. 

She hugs Jane again with a sad sigh. Very physical today, but the both needed it she thinks. Been far too long since either of them could let it all out like that. “If you wanna, I’ll totes help you out Janey.” She did have a fairly detailed plan. Hacking the ferris wheel controls would be a snap for miss Lalonde after all. Computer WIZARD!

“You wanna let Dirk know? Should we surprise them?” She smiles for Jane. A sad one though. Knowing just what she would be feeling in a matter of time. Maybe they could drink their sorrows away once finished. Well, Jane would probably go for tea, but Roxy could hope. “I got your back Janey. We can get someting nice to eat after ok? Promise.”

Jane smiled faintly at her friend, hugging her back tightly.

“Thank you, Roxy. I knew I could count on you,” she said. She added, perhaps a little on the wistful side, “After all, the idea was brilliant to begin with. I just think we ought to re-purpose it for the right people.”

It wouldn’t have worked if Jane had even attempted it, she realized. The romantic moonlight, the carnival off in the distance, the solitude— it would have all been for naught because Jake was completely loony about Dirk. Even if he hadn’t said it himself, straight to her face, she could see how much they cared for each other as plain as day.

She could do this. She could make it happen.

“I think we should surprise them, unless later circumstances change things,” Jane bit her lip. “In fact, it’s probably best if they never know we’re involved at all until after it’s over. I can… I can see that Jake’s just this side of exploding. He’s just on the brink of telling Dirk himself, he just needs that one situational push.”

Jane internally sighed in relief; she hadn’t told Roxy that she’d already told Jake he ought to confess then (which would mean indirectly telling her that Jake knew he was in love with Dirk); yet, she’d still avoided lying. It was clear to any sleuth’s eye that Jake was getting a little antsy about his feelings.

She returned Roxy’s tentative smile, glad that her friend could read between her lines well enough to see how upset she really was.

“Yes, indeed, we’ll have to find some food after all of that,” Jane nodded, trying to see how it would all play out. “Do you think we should head out with the fellows or, perhaps, should we arrange to eat at different places?”

Although, if she had to be completely honest with herself, she might just want to gorge herself on sweets after something like that.

“Maybe, let’s make plans to have funnel cake or cotton candy for dessert,” Jane added. It would only be proper to eat such things after a meal, after all.

Roxy nodded. “Fuck yeah, we can get you all the cotton candy in the world Janey. Scroge vault of the stuff.” She wonders for a moment on how to go about accomplishing this but decides against it.

“Yeah Janey? Can we lie down on this sofa?” She smiles, fairly dizzy. Not sick, but still. “We can totes nap and stuff. You look all tired and stuff.” She had been taking care of Roxy for a long time now, movies and cooking and running this way and that.

“You need ur rest too.” Roxy also needed a life form to drain the body heat out of while sleeping. it was a known fact she wouldn’t get better without one.

Roxy, Jane thought, wasn’t looking very well right now. Maybe not as ill as she had been earlier, but certainly disoriented.

“Yes, of course we can lie down,” Jane agreed, doing her best to scoot over to give her friend some room to lay.

However, Roxy insisted on Jane lying down, as well. She wondered for a second whether Roxy intended to have her as some sort of person-sized teddy bear, but decided not to dwell on it. She was rather tired, after all, and Roxy was probably still fevrish enough to need a source of warmth.

“Fine, I suppose,” Jane finally agreed, laying down and wrapping one of her arms around Roxy’s waist.

Roxy clung to Jane almost the second she had lay down, warm under the blankets, despite the cold air in the room around them. It as almost like the coziest place in the entire building.

“Thank you Janey~” She mumbles already half unconscious, thanking her best friend from many things at once as she clung for dear life. Janey was just a big ball of warmth. Roxy on the flip side, unsurprisingly cold and a little shaky.

It didn’t take long for her to doze off either, soon hitting her deep sleep and mumbling like she was talking to someone. The stupid yet blissful smile of the usual well known Roxy plastered on her face. Honest.

“You’re welcome, Roxy,” Jane replied to her sleepy question, letting Roxy squeeze her as if she really were some variety of stuffed plush.

Roxy did seem rather frigid. Jane sighed, softly rubbing her friend’s shoulder as she drifted off into dreamland. It wasn’t really something she could help; Roxy was sick, after all.

It wasn’t as if she particularly minded, except for the fact that Roxy drooled and babbled in her sleep. Besides, she wasn’t exactly tired yet, even after pulling such a late night yesterday. If she could help her friend, then by golly, she would.

“Oh, Roxy, what am I ever going to do with you?” Jane asked rhetorically as Roxy snuggled into her bosom and began to make some sound akin to a snore and a snort.

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Roxy nods slowly, so she DIDN’T pimp out Jane Yeah, now she remembers. Peanuts and Ice cream. “That was an acci-” But she lets Jane finish. Listening closely to the girls plan. Well, rather HER plan. The one she was so sure ould work a fe eeks ago that seemed hopeless at this point. 

She hugs Jane again with a sad sigh. Very physical today, but the both needed it she thinks. Been far too long since either of them could let it all out like that. “If you wanna, I’ll totes help you out Janey.” She did have a fairly detailed plan. Hacking the ferris wheel controls would be a snap for miss Lalonde after all. Computer WIZARD!

“You wanna let Dirk know? Should we surprise them?” She smiles for Jane. A sad one though. Knowing just what she would be feeling in a matter of time. Maybe they could drink their sorrows away once finished. Well, Jane would probably go for tea, but Roxy could hope. “I got your back Janey. We can get someting nice to eat after ok? Promise.”

Jane smiled faintly at her friend, hugging her back tightly.

“Thank you, Roxy. I knew I could count on you,” she said. She added, perhaps a little on the wistful side, “After all, the idea was brilliant to begin with. I just think we ought to re-purpose it for the right people.”

It wouldn’t have worked if Jane had even attempted it, she realized. The romantic moonlight, the carnival off in the distance, the solitude— it would have all been for naught because Jake was completely loony about Dirk. Even if he hadn’t said it himself, straight to her face, she could see how much they cared for each other as plain as day.

She could do this. She could make it happen.

“I think we should surprise them, unless later circumstances change things,” Jane bit her lip. “In fact, it’s probably best if they never know we’re involved at all until after it’s over. I can… I can see that Jake’s just this side of exploding. He’s just on the brink of telling Dirk himself, he just needs that one situational push.”

Jane internally sighed in relief; she hadn’t told Roxy that she’d already told Jake he ought to confess then (which would mean indirectly telling her that Jake knew he was in love with Dirk); yet, she’d still avoided lying. It was clear to any sleuth’s eye that Jake was getting a little antsy about his feelings.

She returned Roxy’s tentative smile, glad that her friend could read between her lines well enough to see how upset she really was.

“Yes, indeed, we’ll have to find some food after all of that,” Jane nodded, trying to see how it would all play out. “Do you think we should head out with the fellows or, perhaps, should we arrange to eat at different places?”

Although, if she had to be completely honest with herself, she might just want to gorge herself on sweets after something like that.

“Maybe, let’s make plans to have funnel cake or cotton candy for dessert,” Jane added. It would only be proper to eat such things after a meal, after all.

Roxy nodded. “Fuck yeah, we can get you all the cotton candy in the world Janey. Scroge vault of the stuff.” She wonders for a moment on how to go about accomplishing this but decides against it.

“Yeah Janey? Can we lie down on this sofa?” She smiles, fairly dizzy. Not sick, but still. “We can totes nap and stuff. You look all tired and stuff.” She had been taking care of Roxy for a long time now, movies and cooking and running this way and that.

“You need ur rest too.” Roxy also needed a life form to drain the body heat out of while sleeping. it was a known fact she wouldn’t get better without one.

Roxy, Jane thought, wasn’t looking very well right now. Maybe not as ill as she had been earlier, but certainly disoriented.

“Yes, of course we can lie down,” Jane agreed, doing her best to scoot over to give her friend some room to lay.

However, Roxy insisted on Jane lying down, as well. She wondered for a second whether Roxy intended to have her as some sort of person-sized teddy bear, but decided not to dwell on it. She was rather tired, after all, and Roxy was probably still fevrish enough to need a source of warmth.

“Fine, I suppose,” Jane finally agreed, laying down and wrapping one of her arms around Roxy’s waist.

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Roxy nods slowly, so she DIDN’T pimp out Jane Yeah, now she remembers. Peanuts and Ice cream. “That was an acci-” But she lets Jane finish. Listening closely to the girls plan. Well, rather HER plan. The one she was so sure ould work a fe eeks ago that seemed hopeless at this point. 

She hugs Jane again with a sad sigh. Very physical today, but the both needed it she thinks. Been far too long since either of them could let it all out like that. “If you wanna, I’ll totes help you out Janey.” She did have a fairly detailed plan. Hacking the ferris wheel controls would be a snap for miss Lalonde after all. Computer WIZARD!

“You wanna let Dirk know? Should we surprise them?” She smiles for Jane. A sad one though. Knowing just what she would be feeling in a matter of time. Maybe they could drink their sorrows away once finished. Well, Jane would probably go for tea, but Roxy could hope. “I got your back Janey. We can get someting nice to eat after ok? Promise.”

Jane smiled faintly at her friend, hugging her back tightly.

“Thank you, Roxy. I knew I could count on you,” she said. She added, perhaps a little on the wistful side, “After all, the idea was brilliant to begin with. I just think we ought to re-purpose it for the right people.”

It wouldn’t have worked if Jane had even attempted it, she realized. The romantic moonlight, the carnival off in the distance, the solitude— it would have all been for naught because Jake was completely loony about Dirk. Even if he hadn’t said it himself, straight to her face, she could see how much they cared for each other as plain as day.

She could do this. She could make it happen.

“I think we should surprise them, unless later circumstances change things,” Jane bit her lip. “In fact, it’s probably best if they never know we’re involved at all until after it’s over. I can… I can see that Jake’s just this side of exploding. He’s just on the brink of telling Dirk himself, he just needs that one situational push.”

Jane internally sighed in relief; she hadn’t told Roxy that she’d already told Jake he ought to confess then (which would mean indirectly telling her that Jake knew he was in love with Dirk); yet, she’d still avoided lying. It was clear to any sleuth’s eye that Jake was getting a little antsy about his feelings.

She returned Roxy’s tentative smile, glad that her friend could read between her lines well enough to see how upset she really was.

“Yes, indeed, we’ll have to find some food after all of that,” Jane nodded, trying to see how it would all play out. “Do you think we should head out with the fellows or, perhaps, should we arrange to eat at different places?”

Although, if she had to be completely honest with herself, she might just want to gorge herself on sweets after something like that.

“Maybe, let’s make plans to have funnel cake or cotton candy for dessert,” Jane added. It would only be proper to eat such things after a meal, after all.

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Roxy giggles softly as Janey uses her vocabulary. It is moments like that that make her think the Crocker girl isn’t so uncorruptible. “You sure you want me to talk you to death?” She blinked slowly. After Janey offers confirmation, Roxy begins to hum softly. Rocking ever so slightly, enough that her stomach wouldn’t bug her. “Well, I guess I am a little lonely? I know. Sounds dumb I know but I mean love like.”

She bites her lip a little. Snuggling into Janey a little. She can’t help is. Jane is so comfy. Lets face it. “I mean everyone wants Jakey and are going after him. Which you know. Totes cool. Good on Jakey and you guys but I dunno. Hehe, I guess I feel a little left out?” She shakes her head.

“I dunnoooo. Maybe I’m a little jealous.” She smiles a little, thinking to herself that at least she’ll have Jane to herself soon. “Am I being dumb? Sickness makes me dumber. Dirk and you would talk to me soooo much but then. S’been less recently. I think. I guess I miss hanging out with my girl, hitting the town and stuff. Or talking to Jake about ruins or Dirk about butts and stuff.” Another giggle. A little more forced this time.

“I know you guys ain’t going nowhere. But yeah. Tha’ my dumb brain thinks.” Her eyes blink slowly as she waits for Janey to offer her two cents into the mix. Maybe it is the lack or booze or the illness, but she doesn’t mind admitting this much right now. Not like she is shoving her tongue down Jane’s throat.

Jane was surprised that Roxy, of all people, had a problem with being lonely. She meant, really, out of all their friends, Roxy probably had the most social life, as she went to school and had plenty of people to converse with.

It had always been something she’d assumed, really, because Roxy was such a great person. She hadn’t thought that Roxy actually wanted to date anyone; surely the boys were throwing themselves at her? Really, Roxy was such an attractive girl, surely she had plenty of admirers? And she didn’t seem like the type to be wary of dating for fun, regardless of whether or not she stuck with a fellow.

But then, perhaps that was the problem. Maybe nobody she’d ever been on a date with had been serious enough to follow through, or people assumed that she’d be… well, loose, for lack of a better term— which Jane knew for a fact had to be a misconception. She didn’t believe a word of it. Jane frowned. She hadn’t been aware that Roxy faced such issues.

And… she did suppose that Roxy, knowing Jake was the crush of two of her closest friends had just a little reason to be envious? Especially since it was obvious that both she and Dirk were pretty serious about a potential relationship.

Oh, poor Roxy… Jane really had been letting work control her life, hadn’t she? She’d never regret realizing her status as heiress of CrockerCorp, of course, but she supposed that she had indeed been a little neglectful of her friends in the time she’d been working. And what with Dirk constantly away with Jake and all, it was really no wonder she was feeling lonesome.

“Well,” Jane answered, giving Roxy a gentle squeeze, “I don’t think you’re being silly. I’m so sorry; I wasn’t aware that I’d been so neglectful of you, especially when we live so close now. Time has the habit of driving apart even the closest of friends, it seems, and… well, I suppose even our quartet of compatriots is no exception.”

She gave a quiet sigh and added, “But you’re right, in the end I do think we’ll stick together. You and I will traverse the region for the next few months, which will give us plenty of time to, ah, ‘hit the towns’. And I’m sure we’ll both keep up with Jake and Dirk as best as we can, and even then, we’ll be able to travel with them a lot, too, won’t we?”

Roxy hugged tighter as she listen to Jane’s comfort. Still weak from her onslaught of sick but, appreciating the attention. “Noooo. S’not ur fault Janey. I’ll be ok. I’ll find someone soon anyway right? For reals.” She nodded slowly as Jane promised to hit the towns with her, all the things they could do together.

Already her mind began to wander, all the fun times she could sho Jane and the hitting the towns and oh man, dressing Jane up and fancy dinners and camping and JUST SO MANY THINGS. She was already getting giddy with excitement. “Janey and Roxy, together five ever.”

She laughed, thinking what else was on her mind. Nothing came up of course. “Think thats all I got on my mind right now though.” She hummed softly, thinking deeper and deeper. “How abou…. my Janey? How are you holding up sweetie? Had a hard few days. Then I go get sick, eh heh.”

She felt a little guilty of course, but she could trade a little guilty for having Jane fawn over her a little. A secret pleasure she supposes. The sniffle fever is worth it.

“All right, Roxy,” Jane bit her lip, still tentative about Roxy’s romantic situation. “If you’re certain you’ll find someone else later, then.”

Especially if it would help her with whatever she might still feel for Dirk. It was only a postulation, but it was difficult to see how two people could be so close like that, and not have been serious about each other at one point.

“Five ever?” Jane inquired. As in more than forever? Well, she supposed she could indulge Roxy just once more, “I think you mean six ever. Hoo hoo!”

She had to admit, she was looking forward to gallivanting across Unova with her best girl friend. Even if she’d be simultaneously doing work, it was still going to be exciting. An adventure, even!

Jane smiled softly at her best friend before cuddling up to her. The humming was rather soothing, especially since the past couple days had been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster.

“Not much, really,” Jane replied. She was certain she wasn’t supposed to explicitly tell Roxy that Jake knew for a fact he was smitten with Dirk, but, “After observing Jake for the past couple days, I’ve concluded that he’s irrevocably keen on Mr. Strider. I- I’m still not over it, but I think that, for the most part, I’ve come to terms with it. It’s just a little upsetting, to know straight from the analysis that he’s, well, in love.”

And, furthermore, straight from the horse’s mouth.

She had a feeling Jake wouldn’t appreciate it if she told Roxy, though— especially since Roxy had been the source of her own information on Dirk. It seemed that, nowadays, Roxy hardly kept anything from their friend. And as soon as Dirk knew, he would make his move.

Knowing what a derp Jake could be, Jane hypothesized that he might just say “No” out of sheer nerves.

“I think,” she finally said out loud, swallowing. “I think, perhaps, we ought to help them get together.”

Jane, ever the master of flavors, knew for a fact that the taste in her mouth was bitter.

Roxy raised her eyebrow as she listened, letting Janey use her as pillow while she went to explain on the little things she has noticed and seen. Janey was so observant! However did she do it? Roxy could only nod, impressed with janes keen perception on all matters Jake.

Roxy stopped humming for a moment, backing up a little before tilting her head a little inquisitively. Was Janey HIGH? Well of course not, but she had to check to make she knew the words coming out of her best friends mouth. “You sure Jane?” She held the poor girls shoulders, knowing first hand how hard it was to pair someone you love with another person.

“You don’t gotta if you don’t wanna. S’gonna sting. Dirk said he didn’t want anybody involved too.” Well, specifically he mentioned ho he didn’t want Roxy making gay jokes o Jane making a move. Then Jake choked on some guys nuts and nearly died.

She… thinks that is how it went at least? Something along those lines. It would come back to her. All she remembers is Dirk blamed Jane, so maybe Jane tried to pimp out Jake? Roxy curiously ponders if Jane is the type to sample the goods. Maybe she should get involved too.

“No, Roxy, I’m sure. I’m really, really sure,” Jane sighed. Of course it hurt, but it would make Jake so happy, and it was worth it. “He’s… no, they’re just so in love. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. I’m sure it must be difficult for you, too, but, well, golly. You’d have to be blind, deaf, and idiotic not to see it. It’s no wonder they keep being mistaken for a couple.”

Jane absently rubbed at her eyes; they itched.

“Besides, I already showed that I’m not so great at taking care of Jake myself,” Jane replied. “I mean, I forgot to check that the ice cream didn’t have nuts in it two nights ago. I nearly forgot just this morning that he doesn’t like to have eggs for breakfast. Dirk’s so much better at keeping an eye on him.”

The only annoying part about it was that he never taught Jake to keep an eye on himself. Then again, that meant there was something Jane could help him improve— she might not be entirely the worst girlfriend ever. It still didn’t mean that she was the best for him, but it was the least she could do as a friend.

And, as a friend, she could help him get the person who really was best for him.

“We don’t even have to get involved, really. We just… well, we have to give them some opportunity to say something,” Jane elaborated, turning her mind to matchmaking. At least, this way, she could refer to the situation as if she weren’t so deeply tied to it in such a negative way. “And, possibly, make sure that somebody makes a move, so that they don’t spend four hours doing nothing. Perhaps setting the mood a little, like maybe… trapping them at the top of Nimbasa’s Ferris Wheel? Or, you know, making sure it stops in the right place.”

She bit her lip and held her breath, not sure about how Roxy would take her romantic confessional idea being used for something it wasn’t intended for. It was Roxy, after all, who’d suggested the idea to Jane to begin with.