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So when I tell all social media networks about how I had to come deliver food and light to your house, [she says, reaching for her phone,] would you prefer the word "dunderhead" or "total weenie"?
[ Leaning over, he snatches for her phone. That he's reluctantly smiling IN IRRITATION is a sign she'd better keep all of those legs under wraps as a hand presses on her thigh to support his mission after the phone. ]
[She is onto his games. She lifts her arms up and back out of reach, touch typing as best as she can. It is probably a little typo'd, but Rose gives no fucks. There is not a fuck to give.
She snorts, clutching the phone in one hand as she uses the other to reach down, intent on tickling Dave's side. ]
[ Grabbing the hand at his side, he yanks on it and props himself on a bent knee to try and shove the phone out of her grip. It can smash on the floor for all he cares, for Dave, too, is out of shippable fucks. ]
[She holds on tight -- laughing all the way. Her tickling hand is apprehended, however, and there is only so far Rose can stretch. She doesn't want to relent. She isn't even sure if she has clicked post.
But Dave is leaving her with little choice.
She drops it. It clatters and bounces on the ground and Rose has to bite her lower lip to curb the rest of her laughter. ]
[ Shortly in position of both her wrists as if to stop her pulling any more shenanigans, it's impossible to hide the fact he's mildly embarrassed by her almost-completely-are-you-kidding-me nudity. A shift, honestly. She's insane.
So is he, fortunately, as he plants a kiss on her cheek with annoyed firmness. ]
[She would argue that there is almost 0 nudity happening. Everything of importance is covered. The kiss is nice though. It is surprisingly chaste, for a boy who spends his waking hours talking about his own dong more than anything else.
She presses her cold nose against his cheek and laughs, softly. ]
[ oh my god fuck you lalonde no, she's not allowed to make him miss her this much, absolutely not. Her cold nose is unpleasant, so he decides to wrap his arms around her to provide the warm cuddles she direly needs. He's a gent like that. ]
You're gonna freeze like this. [ Grabbing the quilt, Dave flops it over them. Mostly her, since he's fully dressed. ] I don't have any heating tonight, remember?
[She winds her arms up and around the back of his neck. She kisses his cheek properly, toying with the short strands of her hair at the nape of his neck. She doesn't mind the cold. ]
[She tucks herself into his side, resting her chin on his shoulder. She tugs the quilt up a little more and very, very sneakily lifts her leg to intertwine with his. ]
The day and age where Dave Strider thinks he knows how electronics work.
Where's my pizza got to? [ Grumbling into her hair, a hand sliding up her back over silk and then smoother skin. ] I'm so damned cold, what the hell ...
Does Egbert jack off to Matthew McConaughey? Damn right.
[ And so begins the shuffling process of getting them both to the sanctuary of his bed. It takes longer than it should to get off the couch, given his arms want to wind around her and keep Rose flush back-to-chest with him. ]
[She doesn't want to admit out loud that she misses his body heat, but she thinks's obvious enough when she opens up her quilt-cape, steps in close to him and lifts up a corner, indicating for him to grab it and pull it around himself. ]
Ready?
[Rose walks deliberately fast, just to test his dedication to keeping them both as one unit. She pushes him back, wondering if he will cave and turn around. ]
[ Walking backwards in the dark with a lethal sheet flapping around his heels is not his ideal way of backtracking to the bedroom, especially when he's distracted by keeping his hands on Rose so neither of them trip and crack open their skulls. ]
You could've been home instead of turning to ice here.
[ Kicking open his door, he leads her over wires and bits of plastic casing as carefully as possible. His bed is a mess, but at least it's clean. ]
[She snorts and tugs the quilt off of them both and throws it onto Dave's bed. They will be sufficiently warm here, she concludes. A+, would bunk with again. ]
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[He's looking, she thinks. This goes on her mental scoreboard as Rose: 199999, Dave: 0. ]
You didn't bother to ask what kind of pajamas I was wearing.
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[ >BT ]
I guess I thought you'd be in something ... else.
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[>;)]
Do you not like it?
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What there is of it.
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[RUDEST BRO IN EXISTENCE REALLY. ]
So when I tell all social media networks about how I had to come deliver food and light to your house, [she says, reaching for her phone,] would you prefer the word "dunderhead" or "total weenie"?
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[ Leaning over, he snatches for her phone. That he's reluctantly smiling
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[She is onto his games. She lifts her arms up and back out of reach, touch typing as best as she can. It is probably a little typo'd, but Rose gives no fucks. There is not a fuck to give.
She snorts, clutching the phone in one hand as she uses the other to reach down, intent on tickling Dave's side. ]
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[ Grabbing the hand at his side, he yanks on it and props himself on a bent knee to try and shove the phone out of her grip. It can smash on the floor for all he cares, for Dave, too, is out of shippable fucks. ]
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But Dave is leaving her with little choice.
She drops it. It clatters and bounces on the ground and Rose has to bite her lower lip to curb the rest of her laughter. ]
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[ Shortly in position of both her wrists as if to stop her pulling any more shenanigans, it's impossible to hide the fact he's mildly embarrassed by her almost-completely-are-you-kidding-me nudity. A shift, honestly. She's insane.
So is he, fortunately, as he plants a kiss on her cheek with annoyed firmness. ]
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She presses her cold nose against his cheek and laughs, softly. ]
It's made of strong stuff.
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You're gonna freeze like this. [ Grabbing the quilt, Dave flops it over them. Mostly her, since he's fully dressed. ] I don't have any heating tonight, remember?
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[She winds her arms up and around the back of his neck. She kisses his cheek properly, toying with the short strands of her hair at the nape of his neck. She doesn't mind the cold. ]
I volunteer you for big spoon, however.
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[ He slouches on the couch, pulling her into him for warmth's sake, and gives a shiver as he tucks in the blanket behind her shoulders. ]
Can't believe this. In which day and age do people lose all power?
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[She tucks herself into his side, resting her chin on his shoulder. She tugs the quilt up a little more and very, very sneakily lifts her leg to intertwine with his. ]
The day and age where Dave Strider thinks he knows how electronics work.
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[ What a sneaky leg. He'll let it pass though. ]
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[Rose is the master of sneakiness and mystery. ]
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[ Whiny, prissy bitch mode; activated. ]
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[He is not unlike what Rose imagines having a little sister is like. She's quiet for a moment, before she turns her head glancing up at him. ]
We could relocate to your bedroom and commandeer your blankets too.
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[ He gives her a serious look. ]
Can you deal with that much responsibility?
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[She sits back and gives him an absolutely serious look in turn. ]
The question is, can you keep up with me?
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[ And so begins the shuffling process of getting them both to the sanctuary of his bed. It takes longer than it should to get off the couch, given his arms want to wind around her and keep Rose flush back-to-chest with him. ]
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Ready?
[Rose walks deliberately fast, just to test his dedication to keeping them both as one unit. She pushes him back, wondering if he will cave and turn around. ]
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You could've been home instead of turning to ice here.
[ Kicking open his door, he leads her over wires and bits of plastic casing as carefully as possible. His bed is a mess, but at least it's clean. ]
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[She snorts and tugs the quilt off of them both and throws it onto Dave's bed. They will be sufficiently warm here, she concludes. A+, would bunk with again. ]
I wouldn't let you freeze on your own.
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