( Read more... )

( Joker had meant to head down to the gym... )

Joker lay on his back, catching his breath, and beamed at Eleanor. "Who's the man?" he asked. "C'mon, say it, who's the man ( Read more... )

Joker stirred into consciousness gradually. He wondered what time it was. The sun was up -- but then, that wasn't much of a surprise. The sun had been starting to rise when he and Eleanor had finally fallen asleep. He nuzzled back up against her contentedly, and gave her a light kiss on the forehead. He'd meant for that kiss to lead into him ( Read more... )

Where had Joker been all week? His player had been lurky. He'd been in his room. With all possible avenues of squirrel-entry sealed up ( Read more... )

Joker sighed at the fresh meat on the killing fields tonight. He'd switched servers, even switched to a different game entirely, but for whatever reason he just couldn't find any decent competition online. The holographic stars whirled overhead as he spun his ship around and fragged two noobs with the same torpedo. That was just sad ( Read more... )

So Joker and Eleanor still hadn't had a real discussion about, well, moving forward without breaking his hand again. Nor had they spent any more time talking about the pornography he'd put on her phone. They'd come back tired from the dance, and had made out for a while and then fallen asleep ( Read more... )

Well, this had definitely been a day. Yes, it had. Joker had spent a while talking to Hackett about Fandom, and his future, and various important things. And now that it was over, Joker was curled up on his bed and watching a movie.

[ For those what know who they are, but also open. ]

So, it was their week off from school, which meant Joker had spent most of it holed up inside the flight shed, trying to beak Anakin's records ( Read more... )

Joker's body might have been in bed, but his mind was anything but. The sheets were damp and clammy, and he twitched, occasionally crying out.

( The world was on fire... )