Jean "it's good soup" Kirstein (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
neighsaying) wrote2023-11-28 04:14 pm
neighsaying) wrote2023-11-28 04:14 pm
college au (for lordofthefries)
"BABE! I'm back!"
Jean unlocked the front door to the apartment with a grunt, using his hip to move it out of the way. In his other hand he was juggling two bags and a drink tray, and he turned, closing the door with his hip still and locking it behind him.
He tossed his keys on the weirdly shaped ceramic bowl (courtesy of one of Sasha's art classes) and then transferred the drinks to one hand as he walked in. The apartment wasn't the nicest - they were college kids, after all, and Jean's mom might have been middle class but she wasn't full ride middle class - but it was a step up from the drywall peeling, leaky sink infested shared housing unit he'd first met Sasha in, in year one of college.
This space was theirs and he was going to enjoy it by eating a ton of barbecue. (Okay, theirs, Marco, and Connie's, but Marco was cramming in the library and Connie was over gaming with Reiner. One of the bedrooms was theirs and the lock still worked).
He set the bags and the drink tray down, grabbing a couple fries from the bag and then sauntering out to the living room. There was Sasha, hunched over a book and with a spiral notebook next to it.
He tapped on her shoulder, getting her to lean back, and let her steal the fries out of his fingers before he leaned in and pressed a kiss against her mouth. What? She was cute when she was stuffing her face.
"How's it going? I brought back food from Porco's shop." That had been a surprise, but he knew everyone's orders from that place like the back of his hand.
Jean unlocked the front door to the apartment with a grunt, using his hip to move it out of the way. In his other hand he was juggling two bags and a drink tray, and he turned, closing the door with his hip still and locking it behind him.
He tossed his keys on the weirdly shaped ceramic bowl (courtesy of one of Sasha's art classes) and then transferred the drinks to one hand as he walked in. The apartment wasn't the nicest - they were college kids, after all, and Jean's mom might have been middle class but she wasn't full ride middle class - but it was a step up from the drywall peeling, leaky sink infested shared housing unit he'd first met Sasha in, in year one of college.
This space was theirs and he was going to enjoy it by eating a ton of barbecue. (Okay, theirs, Marco, and Connie's, but Marco was cramming in the library and Connie was over gaming with Reiner. One of the bedrooms was theirs and the lock still worked).
He set the bags and the drink tray down, grabbing a couple fries from the bag and then sauntering out to the living room. There was Sasha, hunched over a book and with a spiral notebook next to it.
He tapped on her shoulder, getting her to lean back, and let her steal the fries out of his fingers before he leaned in and pressed a kiss against her mouth. What? She was cute when she was stuffing her face.
"How's it going? I brought back food from Porco's shop." That had been a surprise, but he knew everyone's orders from that place like the back of his hand.
me who barely eats barbecue: i'm not listing the sides i'll fuck it up somehow
"Of course I got you extra fries," he promises; he shifts his arms to wrap them around her waist and thighs, pulling her up from the couch and over the back of it, then setting her down facing the bags of food. He likes showing off like this; he spent his early years as a (in his own words) fat kid, then an extremely skinny one. The fact that he can lift his girlfriend around now because he can put on muscle is nice.
"And I got you ribs, too, and a shake." The ribs are absolutely all for her, as are the fries. She'll still eat a little bit of everything that they got, and he'll make sure there's enough left over for their two other friends to stick in the fridge. Sasha would be fine to eat out of the containers, but Jean is still his mother's kid; that is, he walks to get a plate, knife and fork for his meal.