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I'm in my pajama's, Dave. I will buy you a pizza, but you will have to come here to get it. Here, I will give you an exciting incentive: my power isn't out.
i can turn the power back ON i dont like your house its creepy as balls plus your chairs feel like an old lady sat in them first to snap her spine to attention and check everyone else should suffer the same fate you come to mine pajama girl or you dont get all of this
I'm not getting dressed. I hope you are embarrassed when you answer the door. I am going to wear the most unattractive slippers I can find. I will wear my fluffiest coat. What kind of pizza do you want?
I'm adding bacon. I'll pay by card, please do not have a panic attack when the pizza man arrives and you do not have money. You do not have to pay him by other means. Or I suppose you could, but I will eat all the pizza in the meantime. (;
i might have just given it electric aids oh fuck my internets down thats electric too who do you even call when that happens im texting you like its 1997 and i just jacked off in excitement over the hi-tech wonders of goddamn snake 1
You call the people who provide you with power. How have you survived living on your own, is what I am wondering. I am bringing candles and a blanket -- your heating is also electric, if you were wondering.
ok im going to find the pamphlets or whatever they give you when they rig your apartment i think theyre in the takeaway drawer let me know when you get here also i am no womans little spoon
[The truth of the matter is that her quilt cape is way superior to his every day clothes. The cab driver is completely stunned by it as she shuffles out of her apartment, down the path and into the car. There is a silent understanding between them: do not question the lady with the quilt cape. ]
How can I seduce you when you are already seduced?
[The cab ride is a short one. It is filled with a one-sided awkward silence as Rose taps away at her phone. The cab stays for at least a minute more as she waddles up Dave's steps, quilt and candles clutched to her chest. She is pretty sure she can hear the driver laughing as she opens the door with her elbow to get inside. ]
[ Haha, okay. Quilt cape can suck his dick, his sense of style is beyond the pale of awesome. He shakes his head at her reply and waits for the rumble of a car outside before opening his front door and meeting her face to face.
Jesus, she looks like a bed emporium refugee. That poor (lucky???) cabby. ]
If this is how you seduce people, consider me already pregnant. I'm a total goner.
[ Lips twitching up, a gesture invites her into the dark cavern of his crappy apartment. ]
[She doesn't shed her quilt-cape even when she is safely inside. She does shiver a little as she bypasses him into his living room. There, she sheds it onto his couch using her phone to illuminate what little of the room she can.
[ ... Damn. It's as if he has to pay attention to what bare skin he can see in the half-light, attention ensnared by flashes of pale flesh and holy shit she isnt even wearing a bra under that scrap of silk.
He takes the candles into the kitchen, slipping off his shades now the door's closed off the rest of the world. Even Dave has to admit it's fucking stupid to wear sunglasses in such a dark empty apartment. ]
Did you bring matches, too?
[ Finding one or two at the back of a spare drawer, he negates the need for any if she has. Haha, conversation, welp. ]
I brought a lighter, [she says idly.] Though for the life of me, I can't remember where I put it.
[It's difficult enough to navigate Dave's apartment in the daylight. While it is, she admits, much tidier than her own, it's harder to see in the dark. She opts for sitting on her quilt instead, patient. ]
[Rose aware that she has a lot of legs. One of which she crosses over the other as she settles into the back of the couch. She pauses, thinking back and she remembers very nearly buying something ridiculous with barbecue sauce. ]
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i dont like your house its creepy as balls
plus your chairs feel like an old lady sat in them first to snap her spine to attention and check everyone else should suffer the same fate
you come to mine pajama girl or you dont get all of this
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What kind of pizza do you want?
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i can take it just like im one toolpack away from handling your slippers and adding a gazebo on there for shits and giggles
definitely ham
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I'll pay by card, please do not have a panic attack when the pizza man arrives and you do not have money. You do not have to pay him by other means. Or I suppose you could, but I will eat all the pizza in the meantime.
(;
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im using the GOOD kitchen towel tonight
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hold on
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Dave, on a scale from one to ten how fucked is your power?
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oh fuck my internets down thats electric too
who do you even call when that happens
im texting you like its 1997 and i just jacked off in excitement over the hi-tech wonders of goddamn snake 1
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i think theyre in the takeaway drawer
let me know when you get here
also i am no womans little spoon
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I am calling a cab now. Your pizza should be on route -- I bought you cake too, you can thank me later.
[she is wearing the ugliest slippers and she has her whole entire quilt around her shoulders. ]
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little late for that
let yourself in the doors unlocked
[ He's standing in the complete dark of his apartment with the curtains thrown wide to let in moonlight, t-shirt and jeans in tow. ]
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How can I seduce you when you are already seduced?
[The cab ride is a short one. It is filled with a one-sided awkward silence as Rose taps away at her phone. The cab stays for at least a minute more as she waddles up Dave's steps, quilt and candles clutched to her chest. She is pretty sure she can hear the driver laughing as she opens the door with her elbow to get inside. ]
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Jesus, she looks like a bed emporium refugee. That poor (lucky???) cabby. ]
If this is how you seduce people, consider me already pregnant. I'm a total goner.
[ Lips twitching up, a gesture invites her into the dark cavern of his crappy apartment. ]
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[She doesn't shed her quilt-cape even when she is safely inside. She does shiver a little as she bypasses him into his living room. There, she sheds it onto his couch using her phone to illuminate what little of the room she can.
She wasn't lying about the pajamas. ]
I brought you candles.
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He takes the candles into the kitchen, slipping off his shades now the door's closed off the rest of the world. Even Dave has to admit it's fucking stupid to wear sunglasses in such a dark empty apartment. ]
Did you bring matches, too?
[ Finding one or two at the back of a spare drawer, he negates the need for any if she has. Haha, conversation, welp. ]
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[It's difficult enough to navigate Dave's apartment in the daylight. While it is, she admits, much tidier than her own, it's harder to see in the dark. She opts for sitting on her quilt instead, patient. ]
I ordered pizza, too.
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[ Setting the candles strategically around the lounge, he sinks into the other end of the sofa. Not too close.
She has a lot of legs. ]
... What kind of pizza, sorry?
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[Rose aware that she has a lot of legs. One of which she crosses over the other as she settles into the back of the couch. She pauses, thinking back and she remembers very nearly buying something ridiculous with barbecue sauce. ]
Pepperoni, I think.
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