House's Apartment, Wednesday early afternoon

[ownerofsteve]

House sat, eating ice cream in his t-shirt and boxers, watching some soaps he already read the spoilers for online.

Stupid bruised lip. Stupid angel. Stupid everything.

House was a grumpy bastard today. Even more than usual.

[ooc: Ooopen post, closed apartment door.]

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[cpt_j_sparrow]

Luckily, Jack didn't mind grumpy, even when directed at him. He sort of liked it.

Poking his head around the freezer box door thingy, he looked at House, then back into the cold box. He pulled out some ice cream for himself, grabbed a spoon, then went to plop on the couch next to House.

"Arrrgh."

[ownerofsteve]

"I agree," House said. "Plunder any booty lately?"

[cpt_j_sparrow]

Captain Jack held up his spoon. "I 'ave learnt a new meanin for this word booty so I am likely to be answerin ye no."

[ownerofsteve]

"Me either," House said, digging into his ice cream.