TG: sup TG: cant answer since im off doing my own thing right now so leave a message TG: tz this isnt where you get to hang out all day and hump my cherry sweet words like a color addict on a crack fix get out and stop licking this entry already girl TG: later
[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. ]
[ Shrugging his jeans off in the dark, he pulls all the blankets straight-ish and guides her into his arms, the heat of his own chest burning through a soft, well-worn top. ]
Absolutely. You will refer to me as Sir Lalonde from now on.
[Sometimes, though it's not very often, Rose finds herself ... out of sorts, with Dave. Not in a particularly bad way, but in a way where she feels as though she would like to take all the things he dislikes about himself or that he lets him worry about and put them on her own shoulders.
She would do a lot for Dave Strider, if it would help. She pecks his cheek again and then she moves to hover over him, kissing his nose and then his other cheek. ]
I could get used to this kind of treatment, Sir Lalonde.
[ Smiling underneath those butterfly kisses, he tilts his lips to catch her own in a brief peck. Thief of Smooch, O!how the mighty fall. He loves it when Rose is like this. Touchable, intimate in a way he can't be with other women, even Jade to a degree. Maybe it's because they share similar barriers, but Dave finds the way she lets him nuzzle all the way up to her ear more thrilling than a night out on the town, sighing contentedly as a result.
And then the doorbell rings. ]
Fuck that noise. [ NO HE ISNT MOVING FUCKFUCKFKGJFG. ] Can you get it ...
I'm going to eat the biggest slice, for my efforts.
[She pecks him on the mouth again, before she rolls away from him and shuffles her way out from under the blanket mountain. It's something to be admired, she thinks. She steps into the cold hallway in her ridiculous nightie and tries not to think about how all it takes is a few seconds before she misses the warmth of Dave wrapped around her. She doesn't have much space to dwell on it as she answers the door.
It is freezing outside. Rose makes the pizze exchange as quick as she can. She has the door closed in the delivery boy's face before a leer can reach his face. She sincerely hopes Dave doesn't mind pizza in his bed, because that is exactly where she heads back to, pizza box in one hand as she squints at it's contents in the dark. ]
The biggest piece is eluding me in the dark. If only you had had mercy on my phone.
[ Balled up like a toasty spoiled bug, he welcomes her back into his embrace and sits up behind Rose, long legs either side of her own as he rifles in the pizza box. Hah, like Dave would mind pizza in bed, it's nothing short of godly. ]
This is the best blackout I've ever had, hands down.
[ He even pokes around to find her the biggest slice, bopping the cheesy point on her lips. ]
[She settles in comfortly, back flush to Dave's chest and her toes tucked comfortably under one of the other blankets. She opens her mouth to take a big, grateful bit and snorts at his statement. She wonders if he's had many blackouts to compare this with. After she's swallowed, she takes the slice from his hands, turn her head to glance back at him. ]
Do you have blackouts often, Dave? Should I be concerned?
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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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My knight in shining armour.
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[Sometimes, though it's not very often, Rose finds herself ... out of sorts, with Dave. Not in a particularly bad way, but in a way where she feels as though she would like to take all the things he dislikes about himself or that he lets him worry about and put them on her own shoulders.
She would do a lot for Dave Strider, if it would help. She pecks his cheek again and then she moves to hover over him, kissing his nose and then his other cheek. ]
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[ Smiling underneath those butterfly kisses, he tilts his lips to catch her own in a brief peck. Thief of Smooch, O!how the mighty fall. He loves it when Rose is like this. Touchable, intimate in a way he can't be with other women, even Jade to a degree. Maybe it's because they share similar barriers, but Dave finds the way she lets him nuzzle all the way up to her ear more thrilling than a night out on the town, sighing contentedly as a result.
And then the doorbell rings. ]
Fuck that noise. [ NO HE ISNT MOVING FUCKFUCKFKGJFG. ] Can you get it ...
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[She pecks him on the mouth again, before she rolls away from him and shuffles her way out from under the blanket mountain. It's something to be admired, she thinks. She steps into the cold hallway in her ridiculous nightie and tries not to think about how all it takes is a few seconds before she misses the warmth of Dave wrapped around her. She doesn't have much space to dwell on it as she answers the door.
It is freezing outside. Rose makes the pizze exchange as quick as she can. She has the door closed in the delivery boy's face before a leer can reach his face. She sincerely hopes Dave doesn't mind pizza in his bed, because that is exactly where she heads back to, pizza box in one hand as she squints at it's contents in the dark. ]
The biggest piece is eluding me in the dark. If only you had had mercy on my phone.
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This is the best blackout I've ever had, hands down.
[ He even pokes around to find her the biggest slice, bopping the cheesy point on her lips. ]
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Do you have blackouts often, Dave? Should I be concerned?