"It is and you know it." It's childish, his tone bordering on playful even.
None of this would erase what happened, but it would help ease the burden it placed on both of them.
"Wylan...you say that like I wouldn't write it for you." As if he would make him suffer a list. He could easily make one up and check it for them as they go along. "You can just dictate what we need, no problem...Might be best if you dictate the note that should go along with whatever this glitter monstrosity will be."
"True. So we'll make the list while we drink coffee and then go looking for what we need?"
That sounded like a reasonable plan. Make a list, figure out what exactly they need, and then build a bomb. Simple, right?
"Yeah." A beat. "Why do I get the feeling this is probably a bad idea? Like maybe I should tone it down a bit?" Cause really giving Noah an explosive... was that the best idea in the world? Would he actually be safe with it? Hopefully, they don't regret giving him such a dangerous gift.
But it was a reasonable plan, all things considered. He hoped hell had what they needed for a bomb. It probably had it in spades.
"Bad idea? Probably. Should we do it anyway? Absolutely." What was life without a little (mostly) harmless chaos? Specifically chaos of their own making. "It'll be fine."
"I think you'd do rather well with domestic." He teases lightly.
He walks down the hall with a shake of his head and a smile on his lip. He couldn't stand the crushing guilt or the terror that snuck its way through his veins, but at least for the moment, he could pretend everything was fine.
"All right, all right. One destructive glitter bomb will be made. Just one. If we can find the right materials then we might have a fighting chance for whatever Hell throws at us next."
"Oh really? Then shall I wake you with breakfast in bed every morning, dear?" He's mostly teasing, but the thought warms him all the same. Domesticity doesn't sound like a bad thing when it comes with Wylan attached.
"If you're thinking about making this a fighting chance against Hell's bullshit, we might need to think about trying for more than a glitter bomb."
"Would you?" Make him breakfast in bed every morning? Would he really be content with staying with him? He asks himself that every day, and wonders when life would become too boring for him. It hurts, but seeing Jesper's smile right now, talking about such a silly thing as breakfast eases his worries. "It would be a nice thing to wake up to."
Among other things.
Back to the topic at hand.
"Well if we get the components the only difference between what I would be making for Noah and what I would make normally would be the glitter." He points out. "We just need to make sure we find everything we need." Containers, powder, starting mechanisms that he may need to build on his own -- it would be an interesting list to say the least.
"I would." As much as he teased and joked, the reply is nothing but sincere. If Wylan wanted him there, wanted these simple things from him, then he had it all. Jesper was, admittedly, more than a little gone over this boy.
Things and feelings that were better left for another time.
"...Same base, different outcomes. What if we replaced the glitter with something more destructive?" That was the point, wasn't it? Noah's surprise aside, if they were planning to make bombs for actual use, the more destructive power the better. "Shrapnel."
"Oh, that's quite simple. You could use nails or ball barrings to make a bomb more destructive. Things like that literally rip things apart in the explosion." He points out. "It's easier in a pipe bomb to cause that kind of damage. You just need the right starting mechanism whether it's a mercury weight or a timing device."
Each had its advantages and disadvantages, and Wylan would need to take time to figure out the best way to make the bombs that they'd end up using.
"There's plenty of ways to make a bomb more destructive, it just depends on the kind of destruction you want. If you're looking to cause more injury on a wide scale, shrapnel is the best way to go."
Listening to Wylan talk about the tools of his trade could be rather fascinating. But it could also be rather distracting, in the worst ways.
Time and place, Jesper.
"Wylan. Stop talking." His voice is clipped, a little stressed--He knows it's rude, likely to be taken the wrong way. He fixes the other boy with a look, hoping he'd get why the conversation needed to cut here. "Just...stop talking about destructive qualities of bombs, please."
It's not like he brought up shrapnel! Was there someone else in the hall? Was there a wayward demon listening into their conversation? It's when Wylan notices the other boy's expression that he gets the idea of why they need to stop talking.
Oh.
Oh.
Heat creeps up into his cheeks, flushing before he gently shoves Jesper. "Jesper! Seriously?" He's really blushing now. "Now?!" He gestures to all of him.
"It's not my fault you're attractive when talking shop!" Jesper hisses back in a whisper. Honestly, Wylan had no idea the kind of sway he held, or how that all but doubled when he started in on some of his talk.
It was a problem. Okay, normally not a problem, but certainly in this moment it was.
Okay. So Jesper had a bit of a point. It was ridiculously attractive when he would start talking about how to shoot or when he showed off with his guns. He supposes he could understand where he was coming from. He rubs his face as he laughs lightly before he reaches for Jesper's hand again.
"Coffee." He nods in agreement before he takes a step closer and leans up to kiss him on the cheek. "Let's go get coffee."
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None of this would erase what happened, but it would help ease the burden it placed on both of them.
"Wylan...you say that like I wouldn't write it for you." As if he would make him suffer a list. He could easily make one up and check it for them as they go along. "You can just dictate what we need, no problem...Might be best if you dictate the note that should go along with whatever this glitter monstrosity will be."
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That sounded like a reasonable plan. Make a list, figure out what exactly they need, and then build a bomb. Simple, right?
"Yeah." A beat. "Why do I get the feeling this is probably a bad idea? Like maybe I should tone it down a bit?" Cause really giving Noah an explosive... was that the best idea in the world? Would he actually be safe with it? Hopefully, they don't regret giving him such a dangerous gift.
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But it was a reasonable plan, all things considered. He hoped hell had what they needed for a bomb. It probably had it in spades.
"Bad idea? Probably. Should we do it anyway? Absolutely." What was life without a little (mostly) harmless chaos? Specifically chaos of their own making. "It'll be fine."
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He walks down the hall with a shake of his head and a smile on his lip. He couldn't stand the crushing guilt or the terror that snuck its way through his veins, but at least for the moment, he could pretend everything was fine.
"All right, all right. One destructive glitter bomb will be made. Just one. If we can find the right materials then we might have a fighting chance for whatever Hell throws at us next."
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"If you're thinking about making this a fighting chance against Hell's bullshit, we might need to think about trying for more than a glitter bomb."
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Among other things.
Back to the topic at hand.
"Well if we get the components the only difference between what I would be making for Noah and what I would make normally would be the glitter." He points out. "We just need to make sure we find everything we need." Containers, powder, starting mechanisms that he may need to build on his own -- it would be an interesting list to say the least.
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Things and feelings that were better left for another time.
"...Same base, different outcomes. What if we replaced the glitter with something more destructive?" That was the point, wasn't it? Noah's surprise aside, if they were planning to make bombs for actual use, the more destructive power the better. "Shrapnel."
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Each had its advantages and disadvantages, and Wylan would need to take time to figure out the best way to make the bombs that they'd end up using.
"There's plenty of ways to make a bomb more destructive, it just depends on the kind of destruction you want. If you're looking to cause more injury on a wide scale, shrapnel is the best way to go."
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Time and place, Jesper.
"Wylan. Stop talking." His voice is clipped, a little stressed--He knows it's rude, likely to be taken the wrong way. He fixes the other boy with a look, hoping he'd get why the conversation needed to cut here. "Just...stop talking about destructive qualities of bombs, please."
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It's not like he brought up shrapnel! Was there someone else in the hall? Was there a wayward demon listening into their conversation? It's when Wylan notices the other boy's expression that he gets the idea of why they need to stop talking.
Oh.
Oh.
Heat creeps up into his cheeks, flushing before he gently shoves Jesper. "Jesper! Seriously?" He's really blushing now. "Now?!" He gestures to all of him.
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It was a problem. Okay, normally not a problem, but certainly in this moment it was.
"Look--let's just. Coffee?"
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"Coffee." He nods in agreement before he takes a step closer and leans up to kiss him on the cheek. "Let's go get coffee."