Krem had half expected a struggle, and having experienced the Iron Bull's horns, he's at least a little wary of JW's, and treats them with as much respect as anyone would something that could poke your eye out. What he wasn't expecting as he continued up the hill though, was JW's finger pressing against his ass as he walked. He almost jumped, and he's glad that the man is facing south of him due to the fact that his face was tomato red. Funny how even in such an embarrassing situation, JW could still find the upper hand somewhere.
"Nothing but hours of squats and lunges," He returns as proudly as he can while he's trying to ignore the fact that his face was burning from his cheeks up to his ears. He swallows, knowing that once he gets to the door he'll have to put the other man down. Just a little bit to go.
"You're not protesting as much as I thought you would." In fact JW seems to be enjoying this.
Poke. Poke poke poke poke. JW even ventured so far as to reach a thumb under the band of Krem's pants and snap it.
"Pufh--why WOULD I? This view is amazing!"
He was trying really hard to make this sound like it was all his idea. But lo! The shadow of his house loomed. The sidewalk turned to a patchy stone walkway and continued angling upward. The jungle of grass shifted as they neared.
"Aaaah, you'll have to ignore the state of the place. The mower and my back don't really get along."
Krem will never admit to the sound he made when JW snapped his waistband. He almost jumps again when it happens and is half tempted to pinch what he's got under his own hand, but that might inspire more from the taller man. He's not sure he wants more when he's carrying him up to his yard.
Still, once he gets to the grass jungle and JW's comment of his back, he's wondering if perhaps this wasn't a great idea. He hadn't considered the fact that he could have hurt him if he was being careful, but if he had back problems... His fingers slip up from where they were and gently touched his back, "I'm not hurting you, am I?" Because he just hs to ask. He doesn't want to, especially when they're just dicking around, and he'll wade through grass to the porch, setting him down easily.
"I know a guy with a good back who might help you with the lawn. He's not cheap though."
"Huh? OH! Oh, no, this is fine. This is nice actually. I just can't, y'know, do a whole lot of pushing."
One of his oven doors was particularly rough on him but hey, you did what you had to in order to get by. Until they made ovens that closed themselves, he would just have to deal.
He finally does start to shift though so that he can halfway look at the side of Krem's face with his bad eye.
"Pushing. Well." Krem must have been hanging around The Bull too long because his ears are turning a little pink. Well. At least JW can't see his face easily at this point still. In any case, when he sets him down, Krem has to make a decision on how to answer that.
He might like slow, might like courting, and he was in no hurry to jump the gun on this, but at the same time...he was still just him, and he did want some things.
His hand comes up to run his fingers through his hair, playing with the short buzzed back of his head as a distraction and looking at Jim's door rather than back into his eyes. "Well, he likes cinnamon twists, but I think he um, he likes kisses too."
With his feet firmly on the porch, JW looks out over his domain. That was quite an uphill climb! He can't be anything but impressed. And a little turned on. Sure he didn't get to squeeze one of Krem's arms but he got to experience the raw power of them and that was good enough for him!
Also now that he's not stuck staring backwards at the world, he can see the traces of color left in the other man's face. It was such a nice reassurance. This sure was a thing.
"Real sweet tooth on this guy, huh?" He bumped Krem's arm with his, but kept it pressed there. "I can probably spare a few. He alright with payment up front?"
"You could say that." Krem says, dipping his head, still having trouble keeping that eye contact. It's better though, when he can more than just feel the other man's arm against his, but see it, and his hand turns a little, fingers tickling along Jw's own.
"Well, there's the down payment, and then...well. We can discuss interest later. There's going to be a lot of it."
The baker drew his hand into a fist, capturing Krem's fingers and took a chance. Being the obscenely taller one, it was easy to lean down and plant a quick kiss on the ridge of his brow.
"That's for the ride home." JW leaned down lower, giving him another on his cheek bone. "That's for just because."
Krem laughed. It wasn't at JW, no, it was more of a surprised, nervous chuckle that he managed to choke on before it became something that sounded more scary than shy or nervous. They were standing on the other man's porch, he probably still smelled kind of sweaty despite having deodorized after changing, and JW was kissing his face in broad daylight.
He swallows, his fingers shifting in his grasp, attempting to curl around his fingers instead of being encased in them. "And this ones from me," His other hand lifts, catching on Jim's shoulder to keep him where he was for just a moment longer so he could reach, and kisses his mouth. It's quick, he doesn't want to overstep any boundaries, and he pulls back just as easily as he had leaned in. "free of charge."
GOING FOR THE GOLD like a true adventurer, that Krem! JW's eyes widen but he doesn't pull away. He smiles against Krem's lips and when he pulls away, he leans up, unable to stop grinning.
"Well that's mighty generous of y--"
"A-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Something exploded out of the grass jungle and landed on the porch. It looked like it was trying very hard to be some sort of dog but it mostly looked like a small table with patchy fur, yellow eyes, and visible stitching. SHe had been spying on them since she spotted the spectical coming from the end of the lane. Her long jaws were pulled back in a triumphant grin and she was pointing at them with a paw.
"God damn it, Deuteronomy." JW fell into a slouch and clapped a hand over his eyes.
Krem hadn't been super aware of his surroundings. He was more focused on Jim than anything else, and...for a man who kills things for a living? That could be rather dangerous. When Deuteronomy bursts from the grass, the hand still holding JW's fingers stiffen, and without his sword or maul to draw, his free hand pulls the gym bag from his shoulder and full force, throws it as he whips around.
As soon as it leaves his fingers, he realizes that it's a mistake, and he reaches out to try and catch the strap. He manages, and it does stop the bag from hitting her full force, but it doesn't keep his smelly gym bag from hitting her in the face. "Sorry! Sorry, I...I get ambushed a lot- Oh....god. Sorry."
She never got to say what she knew because with a loud THWUMP, she sailed right back off the porch and into the grass. There came a great rustling as the not-quite-a-wolf wrestled with the gym bag.
"It's fine. It's fine," mumbled JW from behind his hand. "Krem, this is my roommate."
Wicked claws scrabbled against the porch again. One of Krem's socks was stuck to the side of Deuteronomy's ragged mane and the loop of the bag was around her neck. "I'm his landlord!"
Krem swallowed. What a great first impression he gave. At least JW wasn't freaking out about it, or laughing. That at least made him feel a little better.
"Sorry again, I was a little...distracted." He finishes lamely, trying his best not to get himself flustered. Instead he'll let go of Jim's hand to go down a step and relieve her of his sock and bag, stuffing any contents that had fallen out back in. The stuff in the bag didn't smell so bad as the bag itself. While he washed his gym clothes, he didn't wash his bag as often. Perhaps once a month? "Anyways, nice to meet you."
He'd offer a hand to shake but he's not sure if that would offend her. Being...canine and all. "I'm Cremisius, but everyone just goes with Krem. It's easier." Less of a mouthful.
"I can see that." Deuteronomy lifted a furry brow and kept grinning her wolf grin. "I'm Deuteronomy. Everyone calls me Deuteronomy because I like to inconvenience people."
She was a four-legged creature that went through the trouble of learning to speak and by God everyone else was going to call her by her full name if she could say it. She climbed the rest of the way onto the porch and shoved the bag off over her head.
"So you're the reason sourpuss here's started whistling all of the sudden."
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" JW stuck his neck out and grit his teeth. His ears were turning red--somehow they hadn't during the whole trip uphill.
She kind of reminded him of the Bull when he introduced himself. He wasn't 'Iron Bull', or 'Bull', though people did call him that. He was 'The Iron Bull', because of Qunari reasons, and if he was to name himself outside the Quun, then that's what he'd go with. Krem didn't mind so much, though some part of him still thought it a little silly, his posturing.
"Deuteronomy. Well, any nicknames I can immediately think of would be awful anyways, so I suppose it's safe." Just don't meet his boss.
He perks a little at her comment though, glancing at the baker curiously, "Any tune in particular?"
JW suddenly swung out a leg and planted his foot against Deuteronomy's face. He started to push against her but her sturdy undead strength wasn't allowing it. Her voice was muffled behind his shoe.
The sudden action was a little surprising. Honestly he had seen him grumble about things, but Krem hadn't had much experience being around JW unless they were alone or in the bakery. His social skills were borderline Chargers material, and he kind of smile at that, hoping that would make tomorrow night easier. He'd just have to remind the boys to be super easy on the man's back. No thunderous claps on the shoulder or spine.
He was just about to comment on the whistling when JW asked him if he wanted to go inside, blinking at him a moment before nodding, trying to hide his enthusiasm. "Don't forget about your package, too. I don't want to keep you from what ever it is you were waiting for." Because Jim hadn't told him what it actually was even if he had mentioned it. Rude.
"I just wanted to see if the thing was here or not, I can always open it later." HE removed his foot from the wolf's face. "Is it here?"
"Is it?" Deuteronomy tilted her head.
"Deuteronomy..."
"Jayums?"
"Deuteronomy."
"You're no fun. It's on the table." The wolf huffed and rolled her yellow eyes, turning on a paw to hop back into the grass. "You found yourself a real winner there, Krampus. I'm outie." And with that, she hopped into the jungle.
JW was quiet for a long moment after she was gone. "Well. That happened. Anyway."
Krem covers his mouth on a laugh at 'Jayums', pretty sure that he might say something similar later if he got the chance.
When she departs he looks back at JW though and shrugs, unsure of what to say to that. "So, would it have been rude to offer my hand for a shake? I don't think I've met talking wolves before. Werewolves, yes. But...wolves, no."
"She's only a wolf as much as the yellow gunk they serve at Taco Bell is cheese." JW grunted and opened the door, stalking inside without waiting to hold it for Krem as he'd so nicely done for him earlier.
The house was much bigger than you'd think someone like JW would live. Everything was hardwood--there were stairs leading upwards to a hall. A room off to the left held a guest room and the kitchen was through a door dead ahead. A large hearth and fireplace stood unused to the right and a coffee table holding a tiny TV sat in front of a ratty green sofa. It smelled like weed.
JW passed right on through to the kitchen where his box was.
The answer as to what she actually was, was a mystery to him then. "Shapeshifter? I've met one before, though she was...less cheery." Morrigan was a nightmare and a half really, thought she knew everything, though he supposed that she did at least try to mean well while pushing her own interests at the front of everything else.
The house does surprise him a little though. It's already much larger than his one bedroom apartment, though the space there is far more than enough for him when he doesn't spend all that much time at home. His bedroom and the living room were the only two places he really spent much of his time anyways. "This is nice. Your couch looks well loved." He wasn't being rude, it was a compliment really. His own was an overstuffed old leather sofa with cracks. There was a large dip in the one side where Bull sat his fat ass whenever he came over.
"She's more of a...project. Somebody made. In the basement," JW called from the kitchen. He was shaking the box, holding it up to his ear, and then turning it over in his hands. Sounded okay. "Thanks. Been here longer than I have--the sofa. Probably longer than Deuteornomy even."
JW abandoned the kitchen and finally plunked down on the sofa. He sank into it and puffed out a sigh, relaxing. He patted the cushion next to him.
"I'll show you 'round once I catch my breath. That was a walk!"
"Oh." Krem has heard of that before, though most of the time, the projects don't survive. A certain Champion of Kirkwall's mother happened upon the same fate with a crazy mage, she didn't live long after they found her. Just long enough to ask for release before it came at an abrupt and awful end. "She seems nice." He managed afterward, setting down on the sofa next to him without much else to say.
Since he had actually kissed him, he feels no need to be shy about leaning against him, shoulder to shoulder, closing his eyes and enjoying the cushion.
"So, be honest. How many times a day do you smoke on this couch?" Not that he was so offended by the overwhelming smell of pot, just it was a curiosity.
"She's alright. Tried to kill me once but it was kinda understandable. Anyway--" Oh! He wasn't quite ready for Krem to lean on him and he's easily squashed against the sofa arm. He doesn't complain, not one bit.
Krem's question catches him off guard but he's quick to turn on his casual, perpetually bored look. "Just whenever I'm stressed."
Krem doesn't put his full weight on JW, just leans and sighs, comfortable, shoulder to shoulder with the other man.
"You're so specific." And that sounds like what his answer would be if he were to ask him how often he drank, though with a stressful job like his? it was easier, more honest to say every day. He shifts his body, so he's not crushing him, but turns to face him more, pulling one leg up onto the couch, looking at him curiously. He supposed now was as good a time as any to ask, and since they were meeting the Chargers the day after... "So, you want to have a fun little talk about boundaries? I figure it's good to have it sooner rather than later."
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"Nothing but hours of squats and lunges," He returns as proudly as he can while he's trying to ignore the fact that his face was burning from his cheeks up to his ears. He swallows, knowing that once he gets to the door he'll have to put the other man down. Just a little bit to go.
"You're not protesting as much as I thought you would." In fact JW seems to be enjoying this.
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"Pufh--why WOULD I? This view is amazing!"
He was trying really hard to make this sound like it was all his idea. But lo! The shadow of his house loomed. The sidewalk turned to a patchy stone walkway and continued angling upward. The jungle of grass shifted as they neared.
"Aaaah, you'll have to ignore the state of the place. The mower and my back don't really get along."
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Still, once he gets to the grass jungle and JW's comment of his back, he's wondering if perhaps this wasn't a great idea. He hadn't considered the fact that he could have hurt him if he was being careful, but if he had back problems... His fingers slip up from where they were and gently touched his back, "I'm not hurting you, am I?" Because he just hs to ask. He doesn't want to, especially when they're just dicking around, and he'll wade through grass to the porch, setting him down easily.
"I know a guy with a good back who might help you with the lawn. He's not cheap though."
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One of his oven doors was particularly rough on him but hey, you did what you had to in order to get by. Until they made ovens that closed themselves, he would just have to deal.
He finally does start to shift though so that he can halfway look at the side of Krem's face with his bad eye.
"Yeah? Does he like baked goods?"
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He might like slow, might like courting, and he was in no hurry to jump the gun on this, but at the same time...he was still just him, and he did want some things.
His hand comes up to run his fingers through his hair, playing with the short buzzed back of his head as a distraction and looking at Jim's door rather than back into his eyes. "Well, he likes cinnamon twists, but I think he um, he likes kisses too."
He coughed, "Those aren't bad either."
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Also now that he's not stuck staring backwards at the world, he can see the traces of color left in the other man's face. It was such a nice reassurance. This sure was a thing.
"Real sweet tooth on this guy, huh?" He bumped Krem's arm with his, but kept it pressed there. "I can probably spare a few. He alright with payment up front?"
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"Well, there's the down payment, and then...well. We can discuss interest later. There's going to be a lot of it."
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"That's for the ride home." JW leaned down lower, giving him another on his cheek bone. "That's for just because."
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He swallows, his fingers shifting in his grasp, attempting to curl around his fingers instead of being encased in them. "And this ones from me," His other hand lifts, catching on Jim's shoulder to keep him where he was for just a moment longer so he could reach, and kisses his mouth. It's quick, he doesn't want to overstep any boundaries, and he pulls back just as easily as he had leaned in. "free of charge."
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"Well that's mighty generous of y--"
"A-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Something exploded out of the grass jungle and landed on the porch. It looked like it was trying very hard to be some sort of dog but it mostly looked like a small table with patchy fur, yellow eyes, and visible stitching. SHe had been spying on them since she spotted the spectical coming from the end of the lane. Her long jaws were pulled back in a triumphant grin and she was pointing at them with a paw.
"God damn it, Deuteronomy." JW fell into a slouch and clapped a hand over his eyes.
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As soon as it leaves his fingers, he realizes that it's a mistake, and he reaches out to try and catch the strap. He manages, and it does stop the bag from hitting her full force, but it doesn't keep his smelly gym bag from hitting her in the face. "Sorry! Sorry, I...I get ambushed a lot- Oh....god. Sorry."
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She never got to say what she knew because with a loud THWUMP, she sailed right back off the porch and into the grass. There came a great rustling as the not-quite-a-wolf wrestled with the gym bag.
"It's fine. It's fine," mumbled JW from behind his hand. "Krem, this is my roommate."
Wicked claws scrabbled against the porch again. One of Krem's socks was stuck to the side of Deuteronomy's ragged mane and the loop of the bag was around her neck. "I'm his landlord!"
"She came with the house is what she means."
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"Sorry again, I was a little...distracted." He finishes lamely, trying his best not to get himself flustered. Instead he'll let go of Jim's hand to go down a step and relieve her of his sock and bag, stuffing any contents that had fallen out back in. The stuff in the bag didn't smell so bad as the bag itself. While he washed his gym clothes, he didn't wash his bag as often. Perhaps once a month? "Anyways, nice to meet you."
He'd offer a hand to shake but he's not sure if that would offend her. Being...canine and all. "I'm Cremisius, but everyone just goes with Krem. It's easier." Less of a mouthful.
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She was a four-legged creature that went through the trouble of learning to speak and by God everyone else was going to call her by her full name if she could say it. She climbed the rest of the way onto the porch and shoved the bag off over her head.
"So you're the reason sourpuss here's started whistling all of the sudden."
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" JW stuck his neck out and grit his teeth. His ears were turning red--somehow they hadn't during the whole trip uphill.
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"Deuteronomy. Well, any nicknames I can immediately think of would be awful anyways, so I suppose it's safe." Just don't meet his boss.
He perks a little at her comment though, glancing at the baker curiously, "Any tune in particular?"
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"No song that I know but it sure is peppy!"
"Do you want to go inside?" JW butted in.
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He was just about to comment on the whistling when JW asked him if he wanted to go inside, blinking at him a moment before nodding, trying to hide his enthusiasm. "Don't forget about your package, too. I don't want to keep you from what ever it is you were waiting for." Because Jim hadn't told him what it actually was even if he had mentioned it. Rude.
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"Is it?" Deuteronomy tilted her head.
"Deuteronomy..."
"Jayums?"
"Deuteronomy."
"You're no fun. It's on the table." The wolf huffed and rolled her yellow eyes, turning on a paw to hop back into the grass. "You found yourself a real winner there, Krampus. I'm outie." And with that, she hopped into the jungle.
JW was quiet for a long moment after she was gone. "Well. That happened. Anyway."
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When she departs he looks back at JW though and shrugs, unsure of what to say to that. "So, would it have been rude to offer my hand for a shake? I don't think I've met talking wolves before. Werewolves, yes. But...wolves, no."
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The house was much bigger than you'd think someone like JW would live. Everything was hardwood--there were stairs leading upwards to a hall. A room off to the left held a guest room and the kitchen was through a door dead ahead. A large hearth and fireplace stood unused to the right and a coffee table holding a tiny TV sat in front of a ratty green sofa. It smelled like weed.
JW passed right on through to the kitchen where his box was.
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The house does surprise him a little though. It's already much larger than his one bedroom apartment, though the space there is far more than enough for him when he doesn't spend all that much time at home. His bedroom and the living room were the only two places he really spent much of his time anyways. "This is nice. Your couch looks well loved." He wasn't being rude, it was a compliment really. His own was an overstuffed old leather sofa with cracks. There was a large dip in the one side where Bull sat his fat ass whenever he came over.
"Do you bake at home too, or just at work?"
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JW abandoned the kitchen and finally plunked down on the sofa. He sank into it and puffed out a sigh, relaxing. He patted the cushion next to him.
"I'll show you 'round once I catch my breath. That was a walk!"
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Since he had actually kissed him, he feels no need to be shy about leaning against him, shoulder to shoulder, closing his eyes and enjoying the cushion.
"So, be honest. How many times a day do you smoke on this couch?" Not that he was so offended by the overwhelming smell of pot, just it was a curiosity.
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Krem's question catches him off guard but he's quick to turn on his casual, perpetually bored look. "Just whenever I'm stressed."
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"You're so specific." And that sounds like what his answer would be if he were to ask him how often he drank, though with a stressful job like his? it was easier, more honest to say every day. He shifts his body, so he's not crushing him, but turns to face him more, pulling one leg up onto the couch, looking at him curiously. He supposed now was as good a time as any to ask, and since they were meeting the Chargers the day after... "So, you want to have a fun little talk about boundaries? I figure it's good to have it sooner rather than later."
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