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sciencesaggressively) wrote2014-01-25 09:15 pm
sciencesaggressively) wrote2014-01-25 09:15 pm
[insert diamond pun here]
He has no idea what he's doing.
He's standing in the middle of this store, hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket, and nobody's offered to help him yet probably because he looks awfully shady. He feels kind of shady, actually; he keeps glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody he knows is around, which is a tough task when he's in a busy shopping mall but maybe the hustle and bustle of the weekend crowd will make it that much easier for him to blend in without getting caught in this shop. He keeps telling himself he's only here because he's curious, he has no intention of actually buying anything, he's just here to browse and get an idea of what he should look for in the future.
Then there's that really big, much louder part of him that's laughing at that bullshit because he's almost definitely going to walk out of this place with a shiny new engagement ring, assuming he finds one that's right. Yeah, he's going to do it. He's going to propose because even though it had been on his birthday that he'd really admitted to himself that Kate's the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with, he's pretty sure he's known longer than that. They've been together for only a few months but he's never been more sure about anything in his life--well, it might be on level with how much he'd wanted to join the PPDC and work with kaiju guts but whatever, whatever, that's business and this is personal.
That's why he doesn't want anyone to see him here, he doesn't want any of his friends or her friends or anyone to try to talk him out of this--not that they could--when he doesn't even have a single doubt himself, not even a doubt of her saying yes. Even if he does walk out of here with a ring, it's not like he's going to propose right away anyway; but he'd really like to be prepared. Just in case.
He's standing in the middle of this store, hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket, and nobody's offered to help him yet probably because he looks awfully shady. He feels kind of shady, actually; he keeps glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody he knows is around, which is a tough task when he's in a busy shopping mall but maybe the hustle and bustle of the weekend crowd will make it that much easier for him to blend in without getting caught in this shop. He keeps telling himself he's only here because he's curious, he has no intention of actually buying anything, he's just here to browse and get an idea of what he should look for in the future.
Then there's that really big, much louder part of him that's laughing at that bullshit because he's almost definitely going to walk out of this place with a shiny new engagement ring, assuming he finds one that's right. Yeah, he's going to do it. He's going to propose because even though it had been on his birthday that he'd really admitted to himself that Kate's the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with, he's pretty sure he's known longer than that. They've been together for only a few months but he's never been more sure about anything in his life--well, it might be on level with how much he'd wanted to join the PPDC and work with kaiju guts but whatever, whatever, that's business and this is personal.
That's why he doesn't want anyone to see him here, he doesn't want any of his friends or her friends or anyone to try to talk him out of this--not that they could--when he doesn't even have a single doubt himself, not even a doubt of her saying yes. Even if he does walk out of here with a ring, it's not like he's going to propose right away anyway; but he'd really like to be prepared. Just in case.
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"You know, this place is just weird enough that it might actually have something useful in a bookstore," Jesse said. Or maybe he was just grasping at straws. To be honest, at this point, he would take some straws if they ended up helping him. Like he said, even knowing what wasn't helpful might be something.
"Maybe you should make it rain," he suggested with a laugh. "Show them you mean business. But seriously, if they're going to be dicks about it you should check out somewhere else. I'm sure there are a few other places near here, right?"
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"Gotta be," he says. "And if we can't find you something in the bookstore, I'll just like, make something up and try to get it sounding legit. I'm a scientist, I'm totally good with like, brain stuff. Feelings stuff, eh, maybe not so much, but I can give it a shot."
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"I think if you throw the card up over and over again, then that's the same thing. Actually, I think that's making it hail, which is what people with money but who don't deal in mostly cash only transactions do."
That actually sounded like a pretty good idea for a parody video of some sort and Jesse wished that he was part of a sketch comedy group or something so he could try it out. Maybe the secret to dealing with all of this shit was to start finding some creative outlets to help himself get his mind off of all this.
"But if you make something up and use big science words, I'll totally believe it. You can't be worse that Dr. Phil. And if you don't know who that is, insert your own time's version of an arm chair therapist."