Thread: i'm a b o m b, can you hear me tick? [stefy x star]

Truth be told, Corinne had always found the system to be a little week. Oh no, not her own system, but the system that the government used, the system that the police used, you know, that system. That was because within that system, it left them all to be quite closed minded on things such as these, because as each of the women had studied, Americans were used to one robbing a bank in the manner of, 'Give me all your money or you will not be seeing your children tonight', which had never been a fun method for her. Sure, they all knew how to properly use a gun, but that didn't mean that they all had to be criminals. Smirking as she pushed a pineapple into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully her mind ventured over what her shrill speaking friend had been saying, because for all of them, well aside from Reenie, there was a bit of fear toward Jack. Not particularly the man himself, oh no, Jack was not frightening in that sense because if he in fact was, she still would have been drawn to him. No, they were in fear of what the man was . Jack Jones was not just some man with an alliteration for a name, no he was a detective, which had sent all of her friends over the deep end and back. You can't just date a detective, none the less sleep with one! One had said, to which Reenie only gave a docile smile, a smile that asked of innocence for the latter subject. Please, they knew better. What happens if he finds out? He won't. With that being said, Corinne had easily retorted to each of their comments with one firm answer, So what if he's a detective. This is America, no? That conversation was silenced quick enough to be satisfying. And if in fact he does find out it would surely not be on Corinne's part. Now, if you were taking the negative perspective of things you would say that Corinne didn't give a damn about her Jack Jack. But, in fact she did, because she hated to see him come home exhausted from a case that could and probably would leave one speechless on the crime scene and she hated that he would bring his work home with him. It was in his job though, so she left that alone. She loved how he was brilliant at being a detective, again another reason her friends found their relationship to just be uncomfortable, but Corinne did not particularly enjoy the obnoxious mouth of the Captain, again she kept herself hushed on that note. Standing quietly and moving down the hallway toward their shared bedroom, her eyes dropped on her ringing phone, answering almost half silently and sitting on the edge of the bed she had once been acquainted with. Demain. Nous allons essayer de demain. Nous allons voir combien il ya alors nous allons frapper ma banque. Her words were soft again, though rich in accent as she spoke to the female on the other end, words murmured back and forth in a language that was easily incoherent to people in America before hanging up and moving back to her spot on the couch. Now where was her Jack Jack? The lace material end of her boy shorts peeking out as she sat with her legs crossed under her frame, the bowl sat quaintly in her crossed legs before her head turned to the door, hearing a key twitch within the lock and instantly knowing who it was. Well who else would it be? Especially at this time of night, if it was anyone else, their face would have the warmth of a bat. Almond shaped eyes keeping themselves on the door, she was greeted with the happy, though tired voice of Jack, standing carefully after placing her bowl of fruit on the coffee table, her bare feet guided her rather silently to the open door, being greeted with case boxes before her Jack. Typical. Only half frowning though not letting it toy with the features of her pretty face, stepping aside from the doorway and peeking out into the hall to see if there were anymore boxes ready to swallow her boyfriend whole, Reenie closed the door before turning to him to greet him properly after he set down the boxes that held clues and maps and things of that nature. She didn't have to use him as a resource, which made her all the more happy to keep their relationship budding, arms wrapping around him from behind, her words were spoken into the material that covered his back, Mmm. Jack Jack, no boxes tonight, yes? She wasn't one to beg, and she surely wasn't going to, fingers tracing imaginary shapes across his chest, her hands moved smoothly across him as though she were searching for something. As though she had dropped a key, and didn't have any line of vision to see it, her hands continued to roam his chest, gingerly plucking his shirt from his pants, Say it Jack Jack. No boxes. Translation Demain. Nous allons essayer de demain. Nous allons voir combien il ya alors nous allons frapper ma banque. - Tomorrow. We're going to try for tomorrow. We'll see how many there are then we'll hit my bank. listu