MHA -1, Tuesday Evening

[missed_the_gate]

Folding laundry was a thrilling task. Since there was no avoiding it, he'd gotten out his headset and called Rodney to entertain him through the process. As always, it was a good choice. Rodney barely required John to participate in the conversation while he complained about his underlings being infantile sycophants who couldn't find the laces

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[solo_sword]

Jaina was planning on going to Caritas tonight, but ended up stopping just outside and looking across the street at the apartments. Stopping here might look slightly stalkery, but it wasn't like she didn't have anything to talk to him about, and it saved her a phone call. So she headed in, found the apartment (it'd been a while) and knocked on the door.

[missed_the_gate]

Hearing a knock on the door, John hadn't even bothered to interrupt Rodney's current rant with more than an, "Uh huh," as he dropped his laundry and crossed to pull the door open.

"...hey." So not expected, this.

[solo_sword]

"Hi," she said, not noticing the earpierce at first. "I was headed across the street, figured I'd stop by."

[missed_the_gate]

Of course, the problem with being on the phone with Rodney was getting off again. "Listen, I'm gonna have to call you back." He lifted his hand to beckon Jaina in as he moved aside. "Yes, that exactly, Rodney." John's mouth gaped in annoyance as he failed to actually hang up, his eyes rolling around as he made faces for Jaina's benefit. "Well, maybe you should work on your people skills if you want women showing up to your apartment this late. Bye!"