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[oorah]

(𝙪𝙣:𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙜) 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩, 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤 & 𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉.

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[oorah]

[ he laughs warmly at jessica's question as kamala cuts the feed, despite very much still being worried. he also knows she's a good survivor and that's in no small measure due to their "parenting" up until now. ]

If you have to ask, then it's been too long.

[underachievement]

[ Kamala is off the phone before Jess can start tearing herself up over all the questions she should have asked and hasn't. She's fortunate to have caught what she did in the deluge of babble but still. ]

This is exactly what I didn't want. [ she comments blamelessly, her neutral tone mistaken for welcoming by Nina who pads over. Substituting her favourite persons' pets for what's available, no doubt. She rubs her head up against Jess's knee and fingers. ] Also this. [ Jess drones, super blamefully, at the cat. ]

[oorah]

Mmmhm. A likely story.

[ he's not convinced and he turns towards jessica and the cat, his knee bumping hers gently as a hand lifts to flick some hair away from her face before he leans on it against the couch to put them at eye level. ]

What do you think? Ready for a camping trip, Mom?

[underachievement]

[ every scoff she's ever given was building up to this one. ]

Please. [ She moves her hand to his nearest knee and squeezes briefly. ] I'm the dad.

[oorah]

[ frank snorts at that, thinking that over... yeah, he can't really argue it. he turns to brush a kiss over her cheek and briefly nudge his head against her shoulder. they don't have time to waste though they also don't really know where they're going?? he sits up to text elektra to take care of the animals... except aretha. a bloodhound is good for tracking people down, right? time to test the theory anyway. ]

I'm gonna go pack up some of Kam's things. Sound good, Pops?

[underachievement]

Dad, not soda jerk.

[ Jess trades him a caress to the back of his neck for as long as he leans into her, then gets up from the couch. Nina weaves through her legs, convincing her to bend over and give her some parting pets. ]

Grab that and whatever we need for food. I'll get your bag started. [ She'll be going through the same drawers for her stuff, anyway. ]

[oorah]

[ he laughs, low and warm, before pushing himself up to get to task. for some reason, her packing his bag inspires a burst of heat in his chest that spreads and has the slightest smile curving his lips, mostly hidden by an overgrown mustache. ] I'm gonna see if I can find something Aretha can track her with. [ and with that, he jogs his way upstairs to get started, the bloodhound behind him by a step the whole way like she understands exactly what's going on. ]