Se congeló al escucharla y juró que se le erizó la piel por los nervios. Pensó que llegaría a pasar desapercibido frente a los ojos de la pelirroja pero claramente no fue así. No es que estuviera evitándola...bueno, quizá si. Es que la había visto tan entretenida con otro muchacho que no quiso molestarla. Estaba procesando todo lo que habían vivido hace unos días, pero al encontrársela riendo con alguien más sintió que su trabajo era en vano. Seguramente Amy había dicho cosas sin sentido porque estaba borracha. “Perdón, es que no quise...yo..te vi hablando con alguien hace un rato y no quise interrumpirte.” le dedicó una sonrisa amable, porque KJ no podía tener otras para ella. “Luego simplemente te perdí de vista” admitió riéndose levemente.

Today was going to be the day. Jordyn was sick and tired of KJ and Quinn pining after each other but being too stubborn to deal with the fact that they both obviously still had the hotpants for each other. “if I can get a date with a cutie like Justin,” Jordyn said to herself as she was getting ready for the Valentine's festival, “I can get these two together, God Dammit.” Then, she paused and began digging around under her bed for the package Auntie Rara had sent her in case of emergencies. “...Might be easier said than done, so best be prepared!”

It was a saving grace that both KJ and Quinn had decided to arrive at the festival of their own volition, so getting them in the same place was not really that big of a deal. Getting them to spend time together was going to be more difficult, but that was why she had grabbed extra special supplies for this endeavour.

KJ was the one that she spotted first. Quinn, thankfully, was not too far away, sitting on a nearby bench, fully focused on unlacing his boots so he could switch over to skates. Perfect. “KAY JAY~” Jordyn trilled, prancing up to his side and wrapping her arms around his arm. “Are you gonna go skating? I want to go skating. Oh, but maybe some coffee first? It might help to keep warm, right? But then again...” she continued to natter away at him, not releasing his arm and slowly steering him towards where Quinn, who was conveniently hunched over out of sight unless you knew he was there, was sitting. Once they were closer, she made sure to speak more calmly and quietly, as to not alert Quinn of their arrival. “So, we're friends, right? Even after the drinking buddy fiasco and the locked room hijinks?” By this point, they were standing near Quinn, who by some small miracle hadn't noticed their presence (or if he did, he wasn't fleeing yet), close enough to strike.

“...just remember that we're friends, 'kay?”

She wasn't entirely sure how she managed to pull it off, especially since there was some swearing involved on Quinn's part, but when the dust settled Quinn and KJ were handcuffed together with a pair of military-grade handcuffs.

“HAHAHA! SUCKERS!” Jordyn yelled, jumping up and punching the air. Grinning, she twirled the lanyard that held the key to the handcuffs around her finger, “enjoy the evening, boys. Come see me in the A.M. and I'll see about unlocking those cuffs~” Then, she blew them a kiss and took off running like a bat out of hell because she wasn't in the mood to be murdered.

KJ swore he was going to break that damn baby monitor. Maybe he'd throw it out the apartment window and pray that it got run over by a car on the street below if the fall didn't break its sad existence first. Rolling over in his cocoon of blankets, KJ shook Quinn's shoulder, "Quinn, Quuuuuiiiinnnn." However, it seemed his boyfriend was even less inclined to deal with it because all he got in return was an annoyed, "it's your turn to get the baby." KJ was beginning to regret agreeing to this baby sitting gig for the weekend.  “You’re useless,” KJ groaned before throwing his blankets onto the other and begrudgingly hauling himself from their king size bed - one of the conditions they’d set before moving in together. It was either that or sleeping in different rooms. Blanket hog and bed hog respectively be damned, they were sleeping in the same freaking bed. KJ had happily forked over the money. 

Sleepily dragging his feet to the other room where the offending human was, KJ hunched over the bassinet. “What do you want, hmmm, satan spawn?” he asked, ignoring the fact the the tiny thing could not, and would not, answer him. Still, the baby continued to cry. “That’s a mood,” he said before picking her up and rocking the child in his arms. “Shhh, it’s okay. We’re gonna figure out what’s wrong so your uncle KJ can sleep,” he continued to talk sleepily. He hesitantly sniffed it’s diaper, sighing in relief when the baby was still clean. Not something he was prepared to deal with at three in the morning. 

“It’s okay, I cry too when I’m hungry,” he laughed quietly, ultimately deciding that, that must be the case. Luckily they had pre-prepared bottles in the fridge. Setting her back in the crib briefly he set out to warm up her meal. Upon returning he took the baby once more before settling in the chair they’d temporarily moved there for the sake of convenience. KJ couldn’t help but smile when it quieted almost instantly distracted by the bottle. “You’re kind of cute when you’re not making my ears bleed,” he said, watching the infant suckle.

Finally, after burping the baby and setting her back in the crib, all the meanwhile humming a quiet song, the tiny thing fell asleep again. “Maybe having a baby wouldn’t be so bad,” KJ mused, softly poking her on the cheek and laughing. “I wonder what Uncle Quinn would think of that. What about you? Do you want a cousin, satan spawn?” He asked, thinking about the look Quinn would give him if he brought it up. “Sweet dreams little one.”

KJ stood up and left, closing the door to the room quietly, meandering back to his own. Slipping back under the covers and snuggling close to Quinn, a sly thought crossed his mind. Simultaneously, KJ slipped his cold hands under the back of Quinn’s shirt while sticking his equally chilly feet on Quinn’s legs. “Revenge!” KJ laughed, pulling the other closer to him under the blankets.