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[personal profile] peacemakers 2016-11-28 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday grunts out a frustrated noise, arms going lax at his side and tipping his head back to the ceiling in a manner that would make many of Rose Creek's schoolchildren proud. ]

Fine.

[ And he drags out the word on a long exhale. The cards drop onto the table as he trudges over, stowing the pan she had pointed him toward. ]

You know, you wouldn't need my help so much if you just put this someplace within easy reach.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2016-11-28 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
Says you.

[ Still with that air of irritation, as if no man alive or dead has ever been so put-upon as Josh Faraday. ]

We might never know what might end me, oddity that I am. It could very well be some fiendish piece of cookware that leads to my downfall.

[ With the pot put away, he turns toward her, hands on his hips. ]

It's about as likely as anything.

[ it surely is not. ]
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2016-11-28 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For a long, rebellious moment, he remains as he is, staring her down with all the intensity of the moments before a shootout, nervous energy crackling in the air between them. Eyes narrowed and lips set into a thin, disapproving line.

But the moment is short-lived, and he huffs out an irritated breath through his nose, taking the pot from her waiting hand. ]


How high, exactly? The roof, maybe?