Phoebe: Patch?
Patch: -blinks, waking up from where he's crashed- mmmn?
Phoebe: I was wondering if you were still here. -smirks, dressed in a blue, snug sweater and a pair of jeans that were low riding on her hips, tail flicking- Coffee if you want.
Patch: -rubs at his face, quickly waking up fully, sitting up and letting his gaze roam over her- Good morning, beautiful... -cracks a smile- Sounds good to me... -purrs softly-
Phoebe: -arches a brow and then tugs her sleeves over her hands, fingers curling around them as she sauntered to the kitchen, hips swaying to get her own coffee-
Patch: -hops off the couch, putting his clothes back on and hurrying after her, watching her hips sway and the way she flaunts her tail, letting her lead the way.- Sleep well? -head tilt, ear flicking-
Phoebe: Like a baby. You? -grabbed two cups and filled her own with coffee before adding one and a half sugar and a ton of milk, leaving it all out for him, then hopped up on the kitchen counter, next to the stove to drink it, feet dangling-
Patch: -grins and pours his own, straight black with three sugar and no cream, leaning against the opposite counter, watching her with a smile on his face- Your couch is comfy... -with half-lidded eyes, adds,- And so are you, if I might say so.
Phoebe: Yeah, yeah. -smirked, legs crossing at the ankles- Say what you want, Patch.
Patch: -sips tenderly at the coffee, watching her- I do, I do. But know I only speak the truth. -tail curls around him, tip flicking a little- What's on the agenda for today?
Phoebe: ....Might go walk toda. -shrugs a bit and sips her own coffee, tail flicking against the cabinet in a tune- What do you want?
Patch: -lifts a brow- What do I want? -head tilt- What do you mean? -steam rises off of his cup as he blows on it a little, sipping again-
Phoebe: Mhm. Usually guys want something after sex. So, what do you want? -sighs a little bit-
Patch: -surprised by this- What...am I supposed to want? I want to go for a walk with you, maybe take you out for fish later? Is that so unusual? -curious look to his yellow eyes-
Phoebe: Trying to woo me? -blinked, surprised by that- Most guys ask for money or something and leave. I'm bossy, you know. And I claw in bed.
Patch: -rubs his arm, where a particularly long and red scratch is and grins at her- So I see. Money? -narrows his eyes- You're hardly a hooker, darling...
Phoebe: -shrugs a bit- Not what they think. Doesn't matter though. Why stick around, shorty?
Patch: -chuckles- First I'm stinky, now I'm shorty? If I had to guess, I'd say you're afraid of me sticking around... -smiles sweetly at her-
Phoebe: ..... -eyed him, taking off guard by that, but it was true- ....
Patch: -knows hit hit the nail on the head with that one given her silence- So I'll leave it up to you. If you want -- and i mean truly want -- I'll leave. I'll walk right out of your life with a single goodbye and won't walk back in.
Phoebe: .... -winced at that, looking away, eyes to the floor now, sipping on her coffee, tail flicking- ......No..
Patch: -smiles warmly- Then the second option is to let me stick around... We can get to know each other better. -coffee is cool enough that he takes a gulp, reveling in the sharp taste- I like that option best, honestly.
Phoebe: ..... -shrugs- Do whatever.
Patch: -sidles over to her- But only if you want it too... I don't want to be part of this if you don't want me, Phoebs... -says softly, almost tenderly-
Phoebe: Look, Patch. I don't know what to do with the whole wooing bit, or dating or anything. I know flirting and ********. I'm sorry I come off as insecure or soemthing, but damn it. I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
Patch: -eyes gleam and he grins broadly- Then I'll take the reins on this one... Trust me, okay? -ducks his head, drains his coffee and puts the cup in the sink- Let's go out. Your choice.
Phoebe: ..... -glared at him and downed the last of her coffee, snorting- Whatever. Let's go.
Patch: -tugs on his worn sneakers and follows her, tail swishing eagerly, knowing her brash attitude will soften if he shows her he plans on sticking around-
Phoebe: -sits on the couch, pulling on winter boots, tucking her pants inside and tying them tight, then grabs a coat, slipping it on and adjusts her hair that was loose and staying that way-
Patch: -still wearing the clothes Phoebe had given him, watches Phoebe dress and considers the fact that he should probably scrounge for a coat come colder weather. New clothes too-
Phoebe: there's a coat in the hanging up closet if you want it. -gets up and stretches, waiting for him and stufs her hands in her pockets-
Patch: -finds the closet and slips on the too-big coat, which is a dark gray and made of some sort of faux leather- Nice. -smiles- Lead the way, darling. < 3
Phoebe: ..... -opens the door, motions him out and then closes it, locking it behind her and stuffs her keys into her pocket, heading down the hall and out the building-
Patch: -pads after her, tail swishing behind him. Picks a spot beside her and keeps up, his long legs striding effortlessly. He waits to see if she'll begin a conversation, glancing up at the cloudy sky with a small smile on his face-
Phoebe: -was actually shorter than him, she stood about five four, honestly, but acted big and tall- .... -glances up as well, not sure what to say- I'm .... going by a thrift store.
Patch: -nods- Whatcha getting there? -curious headtilt, red hair falling into his face messily and he brushed it back with one hand-
Phoebe: .....Smaller guy clothes if you're going to be over all the time. -shrugs a bit, looking to him, her own hair falling in her face and blowing in the breeze-
Patch: -chuckles a little- Do I get to help dress myself? -bats his eyes at her- Or are you planning on styling me?
Phoebe: I'll style you. You look like you don't give two shits about style.
Patch: -laughs- Not normally, no. It's never really been a big thing on my agenda? As long as I can move quickly and quietly, with nothing to hinder my movement, I'm good.
Phoebe: Duh. Look how I dress. -snorts a bit-
Phoebe: ...... .....But ....why stick around, Patch?
Patch: -smirks a little, looking her up and down- You do dress nice...I just fear for my masculinity. And why not stick around, Phoebs? We've got nothing to lose, right?
Phoebe: .... Hm. True. ... Just... don't get in my way and we'll be good. Don't bring random females to my apartment or I'll kick your monkey a**. And you've seen my bat. -glared a him, hands back in her pockets-
Patch: -whistles innocently- Why on earth would I bring another girl to your apartment? -grins at her, hands in his own pockets- And yes, I've seen your bat. I'm afraid, don't worry. -winks-
Phoebe: Better be afraid. -smirked and shrugged- When you're clean, you ain't half bad looking, sugar. 's why you should carry my bat with you. -glares as another girl was looking Patch over-
Patch: -eyes are locked on Phoebe, not on the other girl whose gaze has earned not even a first glance. Runs his hand through his mop of red hair and grins at her- Me? Carry the bat? So I can bash in the knees of passerbys or...?
Phoebe: -arched a brow- The girls are going to be focused on you, Patch. How did you NOT see that slut looking at you? -shakes her head a bit, chuckling as she pulled open he thrift shop door for him, motioning to hurry inside-
Patch: Slut? -looks over his shoulder, looking for said slut as he was rushed inside. The smells of the thrift store overtook him and he glanced around, finding new and used clothing hanging around- I only see you, darling. -bats his eyes at her and darts ahead, chuckling- Now. Please tell me I get to look...male. -eyebrow quirk-
Phoebe: -thumped his ear as she walked by, grabbing his hand and tugged him towards the male section, looking through some piles- Find what you like and I'll tell you yes or no... -poking around still, letting his other comment go, tail swaying behind her-
Patch: -ear gives a ring at her thump and he shakes his head, ear flicking for a moment- I'm thinking about getting my ear pierced, whatcha think? -always considered that, but never really did it. He digs through the clothes, finding a few pairs of jeans his size before disappearing into the changing room-
Phoebe: -blinked at that and then thought about it, nodding a few times- I think it'd look good on you. Maybe we could get tats together. -smirks- I'll get mine above my a** for you? You get one on your collarbone. I seemed to like it last night. -watched him disappear, following him and waiting outside the room-
Patch: -chuckles deep in his throat at her words- Tattoos, eh? -He'd never considered that before as he tried on different jeans, deciding on a black pair that fit him well, streaks of lighter denim across the legs as they belled out a little. Opened the door to show them off, a smirk on his face-
Phoebe: -waiting to see and listening to him, nodding- Yeah, tats. I've been itching for new ink. -shook her head and frowned when he came out, snorting a bit- Darker, straight legs, I'm getting you boots. Let me go get the pants and you just... stay here. -sighed as she disappered into the piles and racks again, coming back with several darker straightlegged jeans, a few light colored red and blue shirts, a couple vests and two pairs of boots she thought would fit him- Try on outfits. -deposited it in his arms, before fiddling with his mop of hair- Then I'll fix your hair for you. Maybe pull it back into a pony tail so I can see your face.
Patch: Mmm. Okay then. -sits down inside the dressing room, curious to what she'd bring back. She deposits all the clothes into his waiting arms and he grins from underneath his bangs at her- Pony tail? -shakes head and laughs and shoves her out the door so he can change. After a minute, he comes back out wearing an outfit, black jeans with straight legs and boots that he rather liked along with layering the red shirt and a dark vest that bunched at the shoulders- I like my hair... -pouts a little-
Phoebe: -looked him over, turning him around slowly, eyeing everything critically- I'll take that whole outfit for you. But you are getting a ponytail, boy. So help me... -muttered under her breath- ... -leaned in and gave his forehead a bit of a kiss before chuckling and stretching- Next outfit~
Patch: -feels like a prim and proper show cat as he's spun around slowly and grins at her the whole while- Ponytails are for girls...Next you'll be suggesting I braid it. -grins and accepts the kiss before dancing back into the dressing room and slipping from those clothes and into the next pair- Can I keep the boots? -asks her permission as he pulls on another pair of jeans, a tighter pair, then a loose fitting shirt, peering at himself in the mirror like a bird before moaning- I look gay...
Phoebe: So don't come out. I don't want a gay looking ...whatever you are to me. Lover? Friend? Hell if I know. Loose pants, tight shirt, vest. Yes, you can keep the boots.
Patch: -smirks, leaning against the wall- Don't want to compete with the pretty boys who attention I'd gain? -teases- Good because tight jeans won't let me move quick. -sheds them thankfully and slips into a much looser pair- Why tight shirt? -tugs at his ear fluff for a moment before stretching, his back arching-
Phoebe: Because you have a sexy body, OK? Do I have to spell it out? -arches a brow, leaning agains the wall of the room, tail flicking this way and that, head bobbing-
Patch: I like it when you spell things out for me... -a smile plays at his lips as he opted for a tight white shirt and a sandy colored vest that matched his gold eyes- I think gold earrings would look good... Hoops, perhaps? -tilts his head at his reflection and he opens the door and leans against the doorway, one arm draped over his hip-
Phoebe: -rolled her eyes at him before rolling her head to look at him, smiling a bit more- Yeah... GOld hoops... Small ones.. Damn, that looks good. Pops with your eyes. Two outfits. I think we're done.
Patch: -beams- Great. Glad you like what you see... It means I'm not being selfish only taking in beauty and not offering it. -offers a grin and slips back into his old outfit before offering the clothes to her- Now...you're being serious about my hair? -reaches up and touches its familiarness around his face and in his eyes- I like it... What if we just, like, got it layered or something? -sticks his tongue out a little at her-
Phoebe: Layered is OK... -took the things from him, moving to the check out counter and purchesing it, not batting an eyelash at how much it was; cause it really wasn't much- Now go change into one of these outfits.
Patch: Good. -unsure about letting her buy things for him without compensation, but gives her a little salute and takes the last outfit, coming out holding his old clothes and beaten down sneakers, smiling at her- All done then? -head tilt-
Phoebe: -nods a bit, pointing to the trash for his old clothes, taking the bags from him and then chuckling- Hungry now?
Patch: -sees where she's insinuating and pauses, holding them over the trashcan for a moment, hesitating before dropping them in- I'm gonna regret that... -liked those shoes... Head snaps up to greet her gaze, his tail flicking- Sure. But...I'll pay you back...somehow -grins a little-
Phoebe: You'll thank me for it. -smirks a bit as she listens to him, moving over to him and grabbed his hand, tail swaying before bumping his legs- What do you want? Eat cheap, though. I need to pick pocket again.
Patch: -chuckles- I suppose... -smiles as her hand touched his- I don't care. Pick something, anything. I eat out of trashcan's for God's sake, Phoebs. I'm a stray... -grin-
Phoebe: -rolled her eyes at that statement, lacing their fingers together after they got out of the store, thinking- What am I in the mood for.... -mumbled a bit, tilting her head to the side, her hair floating around her in the wind-
Patch: -squeezes her hand and lets them hang between them easily, wearing a self-satisfied smile on his face as she made up her mind. Notices her hair's free from its braid and he reaches over to tuck one side behind her ear-
Phoebe: -ear flicked at the touch and then looked over to him, her brown and green eyes watching him carefully- Burgers, then. We'll split a coke?
Patch: -nods- I don't mind sharing a thing with you. -a playful glint comes to his gold eyes-
Phoebe: -arched both brows at that and shrugged one shoulder, leading him down he street- Hm... -finding it odd how comfortable she seemed with him, and how natural everything was-
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