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 Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 6:48 pm
"Don't worry about it," muttered Miriam, and tugged a bandage taut before she went and sat down on the other bed. "How about I wake you up before official wake-up time and I teleport you out? I'm too tired right now, but I could manage if I got some sleep. Which is something I suppose I could manage to get if the person in the same room with me was incredibly quiet and did not do anything creepy or illegal while I had my eyes closed." Subtlety, thy name was not Miriam Jacobs. "I should get you some Advil first."
Silence for a while. She looked shorter on the other side of the room. Then, crossly, "I have to change clothes, don't I."
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 7:15 pm
Part of him wanted to say 'I will worry about it.' Then again, another part of him was going 'she didn't answer the lesbian question.' The second thing had rule over the first. Sometimes, Elzo was bad at figuring out priorities. Especially when he was close to passing out and in a girl's room. It was usually a good thing.
Usually because he was half naked, (he was half naked), and because things had just finished happening, (things had just finished happening). So, in a way, Elzo had a bit of an excuse. A weak one, but still, an excuse.
"Advil, Vicodin, kisses, you know, things that will dull the pain would be good. I vote kisses, as their healing properties have been knows to cure curses, boo-boos, and egos for ages. Drugs are always in development."
The closes changing comment only drew a smile. He wasn't going to say anything. Wait, yes he was. "Ah, I would move, but, dang, it's just so painful you know. Sorry."
He was not sorry.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 7:57 pm
In response he got a bottle of Advil chucked at him with surprising accuracy as Miriam passed her desk and found her wardrobe, which she stepped into with all the resolve of being about to march into Narnia. She did not, though; instead, there were a lot of thumping noises that had to be her banging into the walls of the wardrobe, having no light to see by. It was pretty hard to imagine anything sexy happening, to be brutally honest.
When she came out again she was wearing unsurprisingly white pyjamas that vaguely resembled hospital scrubs in the low light: drawstring flannel, and a white t-shirt that vaguely matched, if two plain white garments could really match or not-match. Her hair was all let down now and fell in dark not-quite-ringlets. It sort of had the effect of making her look like a mental patient. A pretty and well-kept mental patient, err, generally speaking, but still.
"No," she informed him. "It doesn't take being a lesbian to be uninterested in you. But as I suspect you know that and are just on a continual quest to annoy me," she sighed, "take your Advil."
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:20 pm
As the pill bottle hit him in the face, ("You have good aim...I'll need to remember that.") Castor fumbled slightly before slipping half the bottle on the sheets. "******** it all." He scooped up a few and swallowed. Mm, chalky. The rest he just left on the sheets. He was to tired to care.
The antics of and in dresser...slightly distressed him. It sounded like she was hurting herself. A lot. Frequently. The pajamas were white, so, naturally, Elzo was trying to figure out a: what color of panties she was wearing (did she wear any at all?) and b) was she wearing a bra? Both questions became of utmost concern, and made the injured boy stare at Miriam for longer then needed.
"I will say this, you look ******** sexy all tussled pre bed. Can't wait for the morning after." The smile was finished with a yawn. "But, glad to know your preference. Maybe I can join the p***y party sometime yeah? Make it a senshi-cavalier bonding experience." He was on a quest indeed, one which would unlock the achievement: Kunzite's Death List if he was lucky enough.
It was prestigious list.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:47 pm
"I said nothing about my 'preference.' I have no idea what a 'p***y party' is. We do not need a 'bonding experience.'" Even in a patch of light, the color of her panties was generally impossible to discern, which probably meant they were white. And like most girls, she was not wearing a bra to bed. And homicide would probably be on her mind if she had any idea he was thinking these things. "Clean up that Advil. Overdosing on ibuprofen can damage your digestive system."
She sat down with a light whump on the other bed, took off her socks and tossed them into her laundry hamper, also with good aim. Then she lay down with another whump.
"You shouldn't be stupid," she said, out of nowhere. "Don't get into fights you can't handle."
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 9:08 pm
Elzo's eyes were already closed. Pills remained scattered. "p***y party...best thing ever." There was another yawn. He didn't look like he was going to clean up his mess any time soon. "Bond...in bed." There was a low chuckle.
"G'night...Kunzite." It was an odd thing for him to say, but, it was all he could say, having promptly fallen asleep and begun to snore lightly.
At the very least, he wasn't drooling. Or in the same bed as he. Other wise, she would have become his new cuddle buddy. Thankfully, this was not the case.
It was just a case of Elzo having fallen asleep after making lewd comments.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 9:28 pm
Miriam lay staring at the ceiling for a while longer, either unable to sleep while he was in the room, or distrustful of him, or (God forbid) worried about him maybe a little -- but eventually she tucked the blanket around herself, neatly, and curled up with her back to the wall, after setting her cell phone alarm. It wasn't necessary -- she woke up at the crack of dawn anyway.
She saw him off quietly not long after that, after changing his bandages and fussing and ignoring his groggy come-ons. All in all it was a remarkably unobtrusive affair, if not the world record set for most unobtrusive instance of a boy spending the night at Crystal Academy. Nothing was harmed in the course of this production.
Well, all except for Hero's bed. But that could be dealt with later.
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