Krogan Couch Surfer Chaos!! (Jax+)

[rachael]

Lucy met Wreave's gaze and headtilted after him, blinking long and slow at him, but again looked to Jax, sitting at his side as the krogan apparently lost interest as well. To see him, the giant frog monster wasn't quite so scary or strange as she first surmised - he was just... She didn't know, what he was. Her curiosity wasn't abated, not by a looong way, but when he mumbled something about thermal clips, Lucy's brain went on autopilot, as it often had in highschool - she didn't... CARE about that sort of thing, what else could she say? Jax, though... and his mysterious appointments? THAT was interesting stuff.

A bit of mischief in her stride, Lucast almost followed Jax outside... but he hadn't ordered her not to follow him - in fact, he'd rather asked her nicely! In... a very Jax-ish way, anyhow... but he had asked. She did like Jax, in the way one might like a very dangerous monster who brought you flowers and a pillow to sleep on in its cave of darkness. Even if the monster was terrifying, such an act was ingratiatingly sweet. At least... that's how Lucy looked at it.

Suu.

With more modesty than she would normally trouble herself with, Lucy grew slightly to a larger vixen, grabbed her current clothes in her teeth, and burrowed her way into the pile of clothes on Jax's couch, wriggling around as her bulge grew, and bare flesh of the back was exposed only very briefly before she sat up, dressed once again in the too-large clothing she'd been lent. Almost subconciously, between bites of pizza, she pushed the clothes into a neatish pile like one might do with a blanket, scooped up dishes, and took them into what passed for a sink in Jax's kitchen. The beers found themselves in the fridge (cold brew was better, she knew), and stuff... was picked up idly and moved this way and that to look a bit... well, cleaner.

[Jax]

Jax was a bit distracted to notice Lucast's attempt to clean his place. Or even her changing back to humanish form. He was practically drooling at his new gun. The information Wreave had given him bounced around in his brain and the more he thought about it the more he wanted to try it out, to turn off the safety, point it at a car outside, and unleash sci fi hell at one of those 'pimped out rides' parking themselves outside his garage. It would be so easy, so... victimless... by Jax's standards. He grinned like a kid at Christmas at the weapon. The sleek perfect lines, the pulsing power in his hands. He was a step from opening a door for a trial shot when the alien made the comment of 'pissing on his grave' Jax stopped short and grinned at the alien.

"Trust ma slim, ya wouldn't be da only one pissing on ma grave. Ya might have ta get in line."

He looked around the room and noticed some of the plates growing sentient molds screaming in the sink, the cans half full of beer missing from his table and his house guest once more human. Slowly he rolled his eyes as he heard the sound of millions of germs screaming only to be suddenly silenced.

"Hey just because ya are a house guest doesn't mean ya get to critique ma house keeping it isn't that bad in here."

Jax leaned on his couch one handed and there was a groaning sound as the back legs of the couch disintegrated and it tilted backwards landing on it's back revealing... what appeared to be a convention of ferrets feasting on a dead cockroach the size of Jax's head including mohawk. The ferret's scattered like cockroaches into the walls squeaking as they did so. Jax just blinked and reaching down picked back off the couch, ripped off the front legs which was easy enough and set it back on the roach, flat and then jumped on the couch a few times to make sure what was under it was dead. Standing atop the couch he looked around.

"... where did I put that flamethrower."