#bc i dont actually write him ahahhaah

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Jakob waves a hand to dispel her protest. "It's okay, Clo – I promise I'm only slightly offended," he teases with a shrug, even if his expression says he's not offended in the slightest. He snickers at her recollection too and holds up his hands in self defense. "I bet you get it all the time for work, thinking about your smile, but the moment you start thinking about it, it becomes a full on freak-fest. I was smiling like the Joker for weeks." Jakob laughs, recalling the way the eighth grade photos hadn't turned out any better. He'd been so in his head about remembering everything his image architect had told him that he'd forgotten to just act natural.

"Ah yeah, Switzerland. So glad we're Swiss and not Swedish," the witch deadpans with a slight smirk. "It was good. But you know, family is family." And he's not ready to tell anyone about what they found out about his. "I think we're all glad we went. Henrik's speaking improved too. Now he doesn't sound like a complete Yankee when he tries to speak Swedish." His nephew's slurpy accent had diminished slightly, to the point that Jakob could actually understand what he was trying to say now.

"Ah, yeah, makes sense. I bet she'd prefer him hanging around that Eric Barnes and, shit, what's his familiar's name? Tyson the baboon?" Jakob laughs now, thinking about how the witch had clung to Hazel at the last party they were all at, the monkey not leaving her alone. "Good thing Noah was there," the werewolf had scared Eric shitless when he wouldn't leave his sister alone. "I'd say I'd do the same for Nina but she's kinda got the look that kills down pat." He says with affection of his older sister. Jakob shakes his head. "I wouldn't have left you hanging. This place is just a labyrinth. I kinda feel like Zari looked up most confusing penthouse layouts in NYC and decided on this one."

He steps up to order her drink, and one for him, leaning against the bar as they wait. "She's hilarious for that. Real clever. And it's got me thinking about who else has put magic in their music or even like, think of Morgan Freeman narrating anything? Tell me that's not some magic shit." he conjectures with a grin, giving a quick thanks for the drinks once they're handed over and stepping away. "Well, cheers, another pink party in the books, Chloe." She might seem nervous but Jakob thinks they're doing just fine in the grand scheme of exes interacting. There's a reason they were friends to begin with, and he thinks she knows that too. He'd rather be friends than not talk to her anyway.

'no, no really. it's not creepy. it's not.' chloe reassures, her head shaking and then nodding to him as she monitors her tone. too much excitement and she'll sound weird, not enough and she'll sound sarcastic. it never used to be this difficult, did it? a quick laugh slips free at the memory, and she can't help but take it as a good sign that jakob revisits their long history. 'of course. i remember you practicing in any reflective surface, too.' chloe chuckles, nodding in agreement about the kennedy next. 'she was still saying she went to switzerland the other day.' she says with amusement, but then tilts her head, her hand raising and nudging jakob's arm with the back of her hand. not realizing the contact until seconds after it already happens, she clears her throat. 'how was that, by the way? sweden, i mean. bella said it was fun, but hasn't said...how fun?' and chloe would be lying if she said she wasn't slightly curious as to why ines didn't join them.

she laughs at jakob's little spiral, as if it wouldn't be something that previously brought a comment from her. just stick to one thought, it'll be easier. i bet ines doesn't say that. chloe's eyes move to liora, giving the familiar a smile but noticing how the stout is nowhere near as expressive with her as she used to be. 'oh erm...' she looks back to jakob at the mention of arlo. 'i think he's sticking around hazel, actually.' she says, her own familiar intangible as he hovers around keeping tabs on those he and chloe care about.

'i don't think she finds it that weird. you both give brother energy to her anyways.' the belcourt shrugs, but her smile grows just slightly wider at the nickname. and also as now, jakob mentions another memory. she knew it, he must miss her. there's no way four years just evaporates into nothing. 'i remember that, too.' she nods, a warmer expression now. 'i thought you went home.' chloe laughs, recalling how she texted him and receiving a i think im in a closet or another apartment as a reply. does he remember that? or does jakob remember that her next response was well come back to where we are? because now she's remembering that, and the thought makes her frown momentarily. 'oh i'll just have a spritz please.' chloe nods, hands resting on the bar as she glances through the party. 'oh, yeah. bun's been back for a while now but you know what she's like.' just because bunny is in new york doesn't mean she's back. 'well, hopefully, they'll use the tracks that don't have the horny magic in them.'