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Jaime shifted his neck, trying to get it to crack.
Cracking Ones Neck Would Have Fatal Results
We have been over this, it is an expression. Jaime sighed before running his fingers through his hair before fitting his hands into his sleeves, grateful these were made of actual fabric. Even after all these years it was still fairly gross to think about what the clothes the scarab manifested for him were made of.
It Is All Entirely Sanitary Jaime Reyes-
Yes I know, you have explained this tantas veces pero I don't care! it's still gross. Jaime folded his arms across his chest, shifting his hips so they didn't lock up while they waited for the debriefing and the okay to head home.
The Impulse Is Staring, Suggested Tactic-
I thought we were past this-
-Signal The Impulse, Inquire About Interest
Jaime shot a quick look and sure enough Bart was staring at him, but it looked more like a zoned out gaze than anything. Jaime wondered what he was thinking about, noting the pink tinge to Bart's cheeks.
Raising his eyebrows Jaime gave a small wave, grinning a bit more at the slightly startled response of the speedster.
Bart did good, he's probably tired and thinking of food and sleep. That sounds good, crawling into bed-
An image of himself crawling into bed next to Bart came to mind. The speedster often showed up barely dressed for mission briefings, always arguing that he can change at the last minute with no real time delay. His hair a big red-brown mess and shirt wrinkled. Jaime never understood that, sleeping with a shirt on.
Sudden unprompted speculation as to what Bart looked like without a shirt made Jaime's pulse quicken, a fact point out to him by the Scarab.
Shaking his head he started to tick off his to-do list.
finish homework - check
finish chores - check
water plants while parents and Milagro are out of town - check
Jaime was fairly certain that was it, leaning back against a nearby table as he took a minute to bask in the glory that would be an empty house.
The Domain Will Be Vacated When We Arrive.
Yup, looking forward to it, Jaime smiled closing his eyes.
Systems Check Suggest We Use The Time For Stress Relief.
Definitely, I'm thinking a shower and-
Suggested Method: Masturbation
Jaime jerked at the suggestion, closing his eyes.
You know just because I have gotten used to you in my head doesn't mean you can just SAY things like that. Besides, I gotta relax enough for that for... for stimulation.
Stimulating Audio and Visual Data Are Available
Looking over at Bart Jaime sighed, he still wasn't sure how but he would bet money on Bart somehow being responsible for this.
I can't believe you have porn-
Jaime's mind was suddenly given an image of Bart ripping his shirt off, and overlaid with the contented sounds the speedster made when eating, done in a manner to be far more suggestive.
Jaime started choking, not expecting that. Bending over and gripping his knees he tried to catch his breath, a green hand on his shoulder as Gar came over looking concerned,
"you okay?"
"yeah yeah I am good totally good ese."
"you sure?"
"totally fine, yeah I am totally fine"
"okay"
After slowing his breathing down Jaime tried to think of where to start on why that wasn't appropriate when-
The Impulse Shows Signs Of Interest, More Data Could Easily Be Collected
Jaime this time only made an awkward coughing and tried not to think about any of the many suggestions Khaji-Da was supplying he enact in order to obtain this data.
Can't you at least wait until we get home? Jaime whined internally, hoping with all his might that M'Gann wasn't listening in.
What was his life.