*He walks out with a plate of bacon, eggs, a croissant and a glass of milk.* Jean: Sooooo many perks to having a French boyfriend, right? I mean, what's an English one going to do? Make you fish n' chips for breakfast? *He starts working on his own breakfast.*
Jean: You have a higher pitched voice than 50% of the universe then! *He comes out with a glass of water and her plate. It has a relatively medium croissant on it with the promised jam and butter.* Jean: Here you go. No milk though. Never good to do that...
Jean: Romeo and Juliett. Only, instead of the Montague and Capulets, it's the English and the French. *He chuckles as he sets about the kitchen.* Jean: We're also the antithesis of the typical male-female relationship.
Jean: You never know. She might stop if you throw up on her. *He chuckles as he starts pulling out the required devices and ingredients.* Jean: I'll make you a nice croissant with some jam and butter.
Jean: Yeah, probably not our smartest idea. *He smiles tiredly at her, then moves toward the kitchen.* Jean: Would it be best for you to a big breakfast in preparation fro todays TRIBBLE-whooping, or a small breakfast?
Jean: If you say so... but it'll be easier to get you in bed if I carry you. *He smiles seductively, starting to lead her out of Kitty's apartment.* OOC: Throw it in next post.
*Clara gets pushed back onto the couch, and Kitty gets a lock of hair cut off by a card that then neatly imbeds itself in the wall.* Jean: NO fighting in the apartment please. *He looks at Clara.* Jean: And you have to rest for the rest of the day, Miss Spitfire. Now, SETTLE DOWN! Both of you!
*Clara gets pulled off Kitty and set on the couch again by Jean.* Jean: Settle down, Belle. We both agreed that it would probably be best for you to face some brutal opponents and learn something. *He grits his teeth.* Jean: Did I expect this to happen? No...
Jean: At that point, I'd have to object. Two concussions in a day and a quarter, even with the miracles of modern medicine, is almost too much for the body to keep up. *He walks out and glares at Kitty before handing her a cup of coffee.*
Sarai: No... I think she needs to get netter first. I want an actual challenge next time I fight her. *She looks away, toward where a picture of her and a man sits on a table.*
Sarai, muffled by the door: Go away! *There's some sniffling.* Jean: Yeah, I guess it... won't really. You're kinda hard headed when it comes to this. *He smiles at ther and sits on the bed, waiting for the doctor guy to get to work.*
*It goes unanswered.* Jean: Well... *He looks at the key card, then pockets it.* Jean: Let's get you fixed up, Belle. Then after we conversate with your cuz, I'm gonna make sure you have the best rest of the day you have ever had. *He smiles at her, and then takes her into the infirmirary and lays her down on the biobed.*
*Sarai turns immediately at Clara, her face in rage mode again, but she takes a breath and storms out of the cage, heading upstairs. Jean shivers, then adjusts Clara's weight again.* Jean: Come on Clara. Let's get you to the infirmary. *He starts moving them there.*
*Jean nods, and quickly moves over and helps Clara hold her weight.* Jean: Hey there Belle. How are you? *He smiles sadly at her. Sarai starts calming down, but only slightly.* Sarai, whispering: No... one... calls me a sl*t...