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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 1:05 pm
Harley tried the door handle, and was delighted to feel it twist in her grasp. She had done it lightly, trying to not be too obvious in her attempted break in, and she just as quietly let it go. Now that she knew it was open though, it was all about timing. Or not, really, as she simply grabbed the handle, twisted, and threw the door to Dylon's room wide open.
"Heeeey Casanova!" She declared to the open room, noting the second body and blindly accepting it as that of Dylon's, because really, who else would it be? Still, she was too busy dropping her things and kicking the door shut to notice the differences in physique from this measly distance, and just went about her own business, which, apparently, involved pulling her fitted tank top off over her head.
"How can you dudes function in this heat sink? Like seriously!" Then, that moment, she let out a sigh of relief - and, strangely victory - as her shirt pulled free, revealing a rather lacy red bra, then dropped to the ground where it clearly belonged.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 3:37 pm
When the door opened, he turned, book in hand, expecting Dylon to come bounding through. Or maybe heely-ing through. On second thought, he really should've bought himself a pair of those shoes too. But this was most assuredly not Dylon, although she seemed to expect someone in the room. The girl moved as though she owned the place, dropping things all over - as far as Horace knew, Dylon didn't have a steady girl, so this was certainly interesting. A small, indignant part of him said that he and Dylon didn't even look alike! ...but they both had back hair. And Horace only had two inches on the other man. He watched her, vaguely aware he should introduce himself or something. A nervous hand tugged at the hem of his green sweater vest. And then she pulled her top off, revealing a very, very pretty bra. A million things ran through his shocked mind. Hey, sorry, wrong guy. Dylon definitely has skills. Ack, I'm not Dylon! Put your shirt on, please. Sorry miss, but you may have the wrong room? Instead, Horace made a sort of weird, strangled noise and opened his mouth. "Nice view, sugar - even if I'm not the intended audience." Immediately he flushed and clicked his mouth shut, but kept some form of a grin tacked on. It was a nice view.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 4:13 pm
While Horace had his little internal debate, Harley was continuing on her little (and very accidental) strip show. Her hands had gone to her hips, undoing the decorative belt and letting the clasps hang. Long fingers had just taken the top button of her shorts between them when she heard a voice she didn't recognize, and that was it. Her fingers stilled and her head shot up to stare at the man she also didn't recognize, but otherwise, she didn't move. She didn't make a sound. She had frozen, her hands on her shorts button, standing there in her bra.
"Ah." She uttered after a moment, just a small noise of understanding. Then, slowly, she let go of her shorts and took a step backwards, then another, and reached back to grab a hold of the door knob again. She opened it with a cautious but somehow rather casual pace, leaning backwards into the hallway to peek at the number on the door, balancing herself by holding onto the wooden board for dear life.
Then, apparently content enough to be in the right room, she closed the door again, and stared at Horace a little more. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, pondering her next move. On one hand, she was still too warm for what little clothing she wore, but on the other...minor stranger in a friend's room.
"...Casanova's friend?" She asked finally, more curious than cautious. "Err -Dylon?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 9:01 pm
He watched as who he was (was not) slowly processed. Horace swallowed a laugh when she ducked outside. Arching one brow, he waited for her to say something. "Casanova?" Horace laughed outloud this time and felt a little less awkward. But only a little, and he tried very hard not to stare at her lacy undergarments. That meant looking either at the wall behind her or staring her squarely in the eyes. The book he'd been reading he slid into a pocket, not bothering to mark his spot. It was one he'd read so many times that he could flip to any page and fall into the story with nary a thump. "The name fits him. I'm Horace." For lack of something better to do, he stuck out a hand. "Do you always go around t-topless?" His tongue tripped over the word. "But At least you've got nice taste in lingerie. Are you Dylon's girl?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 10:50 am
Well, he seemed to know Dylon, at least. That was always a plus, all current things considered. Friends of Dylon - especially ones that are friendly enough to loiter in his room - must be decent people, right? For a moment she zoned out, pondering her situation and still debating whether or not to continue undressing, or if she should put her shirt back on, or stay as she was.
"Huh? Oh." She blinked, snapping out of her musings to catch the 's' sound at the end of his name; which was nothing she could use to guess the rest of it. Oops. Whelp, for now, he'll just have to be Not-Dylon. Either way she reached for his hand, nearly slapping hers into his, and shook it firmly. "Harley, and I'm not topless." She corrected and somewhat objected, amused. "I'm still wearing a bra!" Her shoulders pushed back as if to bring it into focus, but that she really needed to do such a thing; it was rather red. The idea of being Dylon's girl though, now that made her laugh.
"Naaaah, I'm a girl, but I'm not his. " She nodded, pleased with herself, and hummed, swinging her arms to clasp behind her back for a moment, leaning her weight and lightly swinging one ankle in front of another. "But I do like being in my underwear, and he lets me without being creepy about it, so it works." For both of them, apparently. Her head tilted as she gave him a once-over, before clicking her tongue again.
"...Do you mind if I...?" She gestured to her half open shorts. Then, that very moment, realization dawned on her: "If...I'm not making you uncomfortable, of course. I can put my shirt back on, too."
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 11:18 am
He made another strangled noise when Harley pushed her chest out. "Congratulations, you are correct. Not topless," he said dryly. "Ah, I didn't think Dylon had a steady girl, but I coulda been wrong. He's quite... prolific." He leaned back against the wall, sighing. "Just-" His hand rose to pinch the bridge of his nose, causing his glasses to tilt crazily. The other hand waved dismissively. "-do what you please. It does not bother Dylon, so why should it bother me?" Harley was really quite pretty, but Horace would try to be a gentleman. Besides, he was getting laid regularly. Boobs were nice, though. He shot her a look, brows furrowed. "Should I, ah, disrobe as well or somethin'?" His hands went the hem of his sweater. Whatever made her comfortable.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 3:14 pm
"Thank you, I like being right. Also, you okay?" That was the second time he had made a weird noise, and Harley was pretty sure it had nothing to do with her. She didn't even have a whole lot of boob. Enough boob, but not much. "Casanova's a great nickname, isn't it?" Harley laughed, agreeing with him completely - and, naturally, making a pointed look at his wall of friends, most of which were selfies with lovely girls.
Really, that dismissive hand wave was all she needed. Her blue eyes seemed to light up and then almost instantly shot down, both hands going back to finish work on the remaining button and zipper. Once open she wormed her way out of her short shorts, revealing a pair of black boyshort panties topped with nebula-coloured lace. She didn't match, but she also didn't clash, either. Not really.
"Begone, vile thing!" The shorts were kicked to the side, where her tank top was. "Also, Dylon is an outlier and should not be trusted. You can be uncomfortable with things he isn't!" Honestly, she had just been looking for an excuse to use the outlier comment. When he asked if he should disrobe too, she gave him an odd look.
"If you want? It won't bother me any if you don't, but underwear parties are fun..." The girl thieved one of the manga from a nearby shelf on her way to the bed, crawling onto it and making herself at home, sitting cross-legged and comfortable against the wall. But as she passed him, she got a better look at him, from all the new angles she could get in the process of moving. "What's that?" She pointed at him, more specifically, the book in his pocket.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 12:17 pm
"I'm fine, fine. Dylon Georg," he muttered. "-lives in cave and eats over 10,000 babes each day, is an outlier and should not be counted." The idea of Dylon as some hermit-y chick magnet was hilarious. Horace grinned and pulled off his shirt. It seemed dreadfully strange for him to be clothed when she wasn't. Just as strange for them both to be in undies. Huffing, he blew his hair out of his face and, soon enough, his pants were on the floor, too. Horace picked both shirt and pants up and, clad only in boxers, began to meticulously fold them.
He plucked the novel from the pocket and hesitated a moment. (His boxers, were a pale lavender that featured several tiny glow-in-the dark ghosts. Across the a**, a similarly glow-in-the-dark phrase was emblazoned: "It is a mystery".) Sighing, he crawled onto the bed too because, well, it looked comfortable and while he could feels his ears blushing, he might as well be comfortable. Dylon could just deal with a dude clad only in boxers sprawled on his bed.
"A good book." He brandished the novel. The book's edges were well-worn and the cover the same shade as his boxers - a manly color, maybe. But the title quite gave it away: How to Marry a Marquis. "It's about.... books and lessons.... and stuff." he said defensively. "What're you reading?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 5:00 pm
Horace caught on to her joke. Not only caught on, but played along. The surprise on her face was apparent for all of two seconds, before her features melted into mirth, complete with giggles. "Yes, exactly!" She cackled out through her chuckles, her hands crossing her bare stomach in an effort to keep her side from busting. Her laughter did taper off as he started undressing, and for a moment she looked on curiously. Well, he was rather nice too, wasn't he? Hm. She did what he didn't - and uttered a low whistle of appreciation.
But then he started folding his clothes, and she eyed her own messy pile of clothing with an amused chuckle.
"Man, I bet your room is super clean." She also got a glance at his a**, taking a moment to try and read the shiny paint. "I like your boxers, by the way. Very nice." Now widely grinning, she set the manga on her knee and reached out for Not-Dylon's book, making grabby hands fot the clearly worn piece of literature.
"Oh, this?" She nodded down to the manga on her lap. "It's called Bleach, it's this manga about some badass Soul Reapers and taking down monsters an' s**t." She showed him the cover. "It's Casanova's." Next she nodded to the line of them on the shelf. "They're pretty cool."
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 12:02 pm
The whistle had caused his head to snap up at her like a deer caught in headlights. Not for the first time in the past ten minutes (probably the tenth time, in all honestly), he was glad his darker skin hid blushes well enough. Her laughter was cute, though. "Mm, they glow in the dark." He wobbled his fingers about and made a ooOOOo000oo noise. Briefly, he debated turning off the lights to show her. "Did I tell you I liked your... get-up? Red's such a nice color." He rolled over onto his stomach, taking up the entire foot of the bed. Dylon could deal. "Watched a bit of Bleach, but the dub sounded funny and I was too lazy to find it online." Sighing dramatically, he let his book be taken and buried his face in the sheets. "I like happy endings, okay. No laughing!" The words were muffled and a little embarrassed. Without removed his face from the sheets, he stretched his arms up, completing his dramatic flopping position.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 8:45 pm
"They do?!" Certainly she had guessed that already from the way the paint was just a little more shiny in those areas, but to hear that it was an actual thing was...rather a pleasant surprise. "Okay, new plan! Next undies party is glow in the dark themed. You bring your glowy boxers and I'll find some glowy lingerie too and we'll maybe also invit---" She paused for a moment, her big blue eyes going wide even as she reached out, smacking him blindly but lightly. "-We could go bowling!" It was a great idea! "Glow in the dark undies and bowling!" Was there a place that would allow that? She really wanted to know now.
"Red's nice, I like red." Harley agreed distantly, before moving on to more important things than her lacies. Things like Bleach, and his book.
"Lazy bones! Well you could read it now! When you catch up we can make Casanova buy something else." Which may have been her plan once she got through the whole of Bleach. Maybe. Either way the book was in her possession now, and Not-Dylon was being a girl beside her, burying his face into the sheets...which was admittedly very interesting. She approved.
"I won't laugh!" She started, but then paused. "...I mean I won't laugh unless you read it to me!" This time she cackled, and offered the book out to him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 5:32 am
"They make glow-in-the-dark bras?" Horace lifted his head and blinked in surprise. Wait.. "Why bowling, of all things? Most people would likely go for pillow fights or overnight stays at an aquarium or something. Not that I dislike bowling.... in fact, I don't think I've ever been." At her next request he groaned, slumping back down. He held out one hand for the book. "Ask and ye shall receive." Humming a bit, Horace flipped through the book for a suitable passage. Ah, yes, Page 344. He cleared his throat dramatically. "He heard her breathing, felt it whisper across his hair as he moved back up to kiss ther underside of her chin. She was gasping now, moaning between breaths - sounds noisy doesn't it, Harley? - and James' body-" Horace wwaggled his eyebrows and dropped his voice into an appropriately smoky register. "-tightened even more at the evidence of her desire. She wanted him. She wanted him more than she could ever understand, but he knew the truth. This was the one thing she could not hide." And then Horace snapped the book shut and arched one eyebrow at Harley, as if to ask satisfied?. The supercilious effect was ruined by his slightly embarrassed, lopsided smile.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 12:34 pm
"Well duh~! I mean they wouldn't match my-" Harley paused, her blue eyes going wide as though he had given her an option she had not considered before.
"Okay, NEW-new plan!" She corrected quickly, lifting her hand to point at an invisible spot on the ceiling. "Glow-in-the-dark Undies bowling party, and then sleepover at the aquarium!" It was a proud announcement, and one that was given with a grin. "And don't worry, I'll teach you!" She promised, bringing her arm down and leaning over to elbow him, because she was that determined to be a pain.
Then, it was story time. The red head let out an excited noise and shuffled closer, leaning down to put her chin in her hands and her elbows on the mattress, her legs still crossed in front of her. She listened wide-eyed, her grin never faltering - though it almost did once, as she laughed at his comment.
"Noisy is the best, okay?!" Another small shove, and then she was back to being all ears, listening to him read out loud, until - nothing? The book closed. Why did the book close?! That wasn't fair! Her eyes shot to find his, her own wide and pleading until she recognized the almost embarrassed, silent question.
"What? No!" She cried, biting back more laughter, squirming where she half sat, half curled on herself. "You can't stop there! That's terrible. More, more! Scene two!" She demanded, sealing it by a half-assed slam of her fist into the mattress.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 7:11 pm
He hadn't been able to stop the grin that covered his face at her protests that noisy was good, at her wide-eyed stare. Harley grinned like she was full of happiness and it was about to burst out. "Really?! M-my, my, aren't we demanding? Uggghhhhh." His groan out low and ended on a higher note, with appropriately dramatic wobbles in between. And, maybe because he felt like showing off, he chucked the book at her shoulder. He could recite it by memory. "Page 344 - you can follow along if you'd like." He rolled over onto his back, carefully scooting so he didn't fall off. He did, however, bang his elbow into her knee with a grunt an d a murmured apology,. Raising his eyes high to the ceiling, he assumed a mournful expression. "Suddenly, he set her apart from him." He sneaked a glance at her. "That's it. There's another book in my pants - more steamy." He made no move to get up and get it. Horace has accepted his fate as some sort of reading smut-bot for Harley,. but that didn't mean he was going to facilitate her desires. "Take a look, it's in a book, reading smut-bot." His voice wasn't loud, but Horace definitely singing, Singing about reading smut.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 2:44 pm
"Why yes, yes I am, thank you for noticing!" She puffed up in pride, before forcefully deflating due to a book to the shoulder. "Ow!" Harley whined, though she laughed right through that too, and picked up the book. It was hers now. He wasn't getting it back. There were no takebacksies in book war!
She took the hint with the page number though, and quickly flipped the book open to the appropriate page, reading along with him as he recited the thing from memory. The elbow knock earned him a startled, strangled noise and a brief doe-eyed stare, but she was fairly quick to murmur a small It's okay before returning to the book. After that it was easy to forget that it even happened, especially when his pants were brought up.
Now that earned him a suspicious stare from over the book.
"Wow, you're packin, huh?" She chuckled, putting the book down on her lap, and quite obviously looking around for his pants. "Two?" Was her next question, even as she managed to destroy his meticulous folding job on his pants in an effort to find this mythical second book. When she found it, she was distracted away from it by the singing."Hey now!" She nearly snorted, she laughed so suddenly at his quiet singing. "This is fun! Isn't it fun? You're a good smut-bot." Reaching out, she pat the top of his head. Good boy.
The new book was rather subtly put in front of him, though.
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