Heyyy, what's happenin'? You've reached the voicemail of one very fine-lookin' man. Wanna chat? Fanboy all over my mad skillz? Declare your undying love for me? You know what to do. [BEEEEP]
[ Don't make him bust out his karate moves on you. With an exasperated noise, he squirms against the headlock to turn and face the other way. ]
You bitch, [ switching tactics, he tries to elbow Wade in the ribs. Not a whole lot of oomph to it and some laughter hidden in his deep voice. ] I'll mess you up, is what.
[ Hard to believe they are both full grown adults. ]
[Wade pulls his hips backward, the better to avoid Jesse's sharp elbow-- not that it would've done much damage, anyway. He tightens his grip on his quarry, rubbing his knuckles ever more insistently into Jesse's scalp.]
Seems to me like there's only one bitch in here... bitch.
[ Even worse than scalp burn is the burn of having his insult thrown back at him. Twice. Jesse grunts disapprovingly and reaches up to make a grab for the offending wrist. ]
Oh, hell no. You're gonna regret that. [ He has the strength of a kitten compared to this tank, he is unfortunately aware. But he's still trying!! ] I know where you live. Bitch.
Oh no. I'm real scared. I'm shakin' in my shoes right now. Don't beat me up, Mr. Pinkman-- I'll give you all the lunch money I have!
[Still trapping him in a headlock, Wade adds insult to the injury of that extremely sarcastic diatribe by momentarily pulling his other hand away from Jesse's head to attack his ribs with intelligent, nerve-seeking fingers.]
[ Not going to let him save face today, huh? Wade continues mocking him outright and Jesse considers aiming a kick to his legs for that alone. ]
Motherfucking, cocksucker-- [ Hallelujah, his filthy mouth is soon corked by muffled laughter. ] No, hey, don't--
[ Well, there goes every flimsy attempt to protect his pride. Yet it's hard for him to quit, even as he resorts to trying to squeeze his head free to escape. ]
You know, I'm only going easy on you 'cause it's your birthday.
Oh yeah, sure. So relieved right now, you have no idea. Gonna get down on my knees right now and thank my dear ol' mom for giving me life on this day so that I don't have to get my ass beat by the terrifying Jesse Pinkman.
Speakin' of which, did you just say somethin' about my mother? You're suddenly kinda hard of hearing there, dude. Try bein' a little bit more articulate.
[His fingers dig once more into Jesse's ribs, continuing their assault for a few more seconds before he finally releases the man from his iron grip. Chuckling, he grips Jesse by the shoulders, cuffing him roughly on the cheek with a fist.]
[ Any retorts he has left are drowned by a bout of helpless chuckling-- so very not thug. Thankfully, Wade shows mercy and finally lets him go. As soon as he's able, he rubs at his ribs as if to erase those persistent tingling sensations.
Also not thug. ]
Prick, [ huffed in response, trying his damned best to sound miffed. It doesn't really work. A cuff against his cheek and the warmth behind the exchanged insults has him grinning again. He pokes the guy in the chest and warns: ] See if I ever make you anything again.
[ An empty threat like all the rest. Lesson learned: only ask Wade about his age if in the mood for harassment. He must be fucking older than he seems. ]
Puttin' a gift horse in a headlock, that's what they call that.
I dunno, you seemed to be lappin' up all the praise I was givin' it before. Wouldn't be surprised if you upped your production by at least 50% just so you could get some more ass-kissing, you little compliment hoarder.
[He rubs Jesse's head roughly; affectionately, like a dog.]
C'mon. Let's get some dinner. It's my birthday, but I guess I could make exception and cook you up some grub. Since you went to all the trouble of gettin' me a present an' all.
Oh really now? Shoulda made a recording of that last conversation just now. You were practically actin' like a teenage girl askin' her crush to the Sadie Hawkins dance. It was kinda cute, actually.
[Damn straight his cooking is really good. If nothing else keeps Jesse coming back, it'd definitely be the sick magic Wade can perform in the kitchen.
With all the practiced flourish of a stage performer, Wade takes a pot out of one of the cupboards and tosses it on the stove, reaching down once again to pull out a few cans. He wishes he could make something a little fresher for once, but experience has taught him to just make do with what's given to him. At least he's getting regular meals from Hatchy this time.]
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You bitch, [ switching tactics, he tries to elbow Wade in the ribs. Not a whole lot of oomph to it and some laughter hidden in his deep voice. ] I'll mess you up, is what.
[ Hard to believe they are both full grown adults. ]
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[Wade pulls his hips backward, the better to avoid Jesse's sharp elbow-- not that it would've done much damage, anyway. He tightens his grip on his quarry, rubbing his knuckles ever more insistently into Jesse's scalp.]
Seems to me like there's only one bitch in here... bitch.
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Oh, hell no. You're gonna regret that. [ He has the strength of a kitten compared to this tank, he is unfortunately aware. But he's still trying!! ] I know where you live. Bitch.
[ Yeah. Uh huh. Where I live. ]
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[Still trapping him in a headlock, Wade adds insult to the injury of that extremely sarcastic diatribe by momentarily pulling his other hand away from Jesse's head to attack his ribs with intelligent, nerve-seeking fingers.]
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Motherfucking, cocksucker-- [ Hallelujah, his filthy mouth is soon corked by muffled laughter. ] No, hey, don't--
[ Well, there goes every flimsy attempt to protect his pride. Yet it's hard for him to quit, even as he resorts to trying to squeeze his head free to escape. ]
You know, I'm only going easy on you 'cause it's your birthday.
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Speakin' of which, did you just say somethin' about my mother? You're suddenly kinda hard of hearing there, dude. Try bein' a little bit more articulate.
[His fingers dig once more into Jesse's ribs, continuing their assault for a few more seconds before he finally releases the man from his iron grip. Chuckling, he grips Jesse by the shoulders, cuffing him roughly on the cheek with a fist.]
You little shithead.
[Never has an insult sounded so affectionate.]
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Also not thug. ]
Prick, [ huffed in response, trying his damned best to sound miffed. It doesn't really work. A cuff against his cheek and the warmth behind the exchanged insults has him grinning again. He pokes the guy in the chest and warns: ] See if I ever make you anything again.
[ An empty threat like all the rest. Lesson learned: only ask Wade about his age if in the mood for harassment. He must be fucking older than he seems. ]
Puttin' a gift horse in a headlock, that's what they call that.
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[He rubs Jesse's head roughly; affectionately, like a dog.]
C'mon. Let's get some dinner. It's my birthday, but I guess I could make exception and cook you up some grub. Since you went to all the trouble of gettin' me a present an' all.
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[ He nudges Wade's hand away, affectionately, a beat much too late. ]
Who says I'm that dependent on your praise? Jesus. [ laugh ] What a conclusion to leap to, just 'cause I gave you a box.
[ But despite all that big talk he is already trailing to the kitchen, hungry for Wade's cooking... it's really good, okay. ]
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[Damn straight his cooking is really good. If nothing else keeps Jesse coming back, it'd definitely be the sick magic Wade can perform in the kitchen.
With all the practiced flourish of a stage performer, Wade takes a pot out of one of the cupboards and tosses it on the stove, reaching down once again to pull out a few cans. He wishes he could make something a little fresher for once, but experience has taught him to just make do with what's given to him. At least he's getting regular meals from Hatchy this time.]
Chicken chili sounds good, right?