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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 10:20 pm
"She sleeps in his bed," he said miserably. "I don't even know what she sees in him. It must be something he doesn't trot out for anyone else, because he's a ******** robot. We're friends or whatever, but he's--just. Not..." Things had shifted, after Russia; old conversations re-examined uncomfortably, but Taym had, as he did, adopted a policy of avoidance. "Maybe they have deep ********' heart-to-hearts and he's full of hidden depths--ha, I doubt it--but I think she just likes playing house with someone willing to make all kinds of personal exceptions for her and her only. Good for her ego. I don't know if she even knows him or if it's all just Russian lessons and gardening plans and him fawning all over her like a ******** dog or a toy or something but she loves him more than me and I wouldn't be living with her I'd be living with them, singular unit, and I can't believe I am putting up with this," he finished, full of self-reproach. "My girlfriend sleeps in a bed with an affectless one-dimensional human toy you just referred to as her soulmate and I am pretending like that's OK. I don't even know why. Who're you texting?" he finished, drowning his sorrows in a change of subject and a massive swig.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 10:32 pm
Cee blinked up from her text as he ranted. It buzzed midsentence but she kept her eyes on him until he was done. "Listen.. you needa talk ta her about that s**t." Cee had only waited a moment, not answering about the texts yet. She sat up, swung her legs to the floor and leaned forward off the bed towards him, elbows on her knees. "You sir... needa use EXACTLY them words you just said. An' I'm only sayin'is cause I'm yer fren," you're her friend Taym, if that meant anything at all (to either of them). "You my good man are a side jawn." She stood up and held her hands in the air. "I been that. I been that and like..." she paused as if the feeling she were looking for wasn't tangible, "been really into the dude. When someone sleeps in their house wit someone every night.. that's their boyfriend." "WAIT." She paused. "She invited you to LIVE THERE? WHAT THE ********?" And then the phone's buzz again snapped her out of it. Taym's pointed look had her grinning, too large, too genuine. "Oh Paige.." She flashed the wallpaper, her and a cute blonde with a punky do, ear gauges and a lip ring. "My bae."
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 10:52 pm
This was a welcome distraction. In a state of abject misery he stared at Paige's picture and put the conversation temporarily on autopilot to tune out the sound of America saying come live with me and Kon. "She's hot, in a dyke-y way. You decided you're done with the d**k, then?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 5:27 am
"You act like I gotta ever be done wit anything." Cee took the couple steps back over to him, once more plopping in his lap. She was still holding her phone up so he could see pictures. Concetta leaned back against his chest and held the phone out a good viewing distance. "You tell me a d**k on'is island that got.." She scrolled. "Dem titties." It was just a bikini shot. "Dat a**." Also a bikini shot but Paige was definitely curvy and freckled and pierced and Cee was grinning. Her phone buzzed again, the window popping up to indicate a text from 'Bby Girl'. She sort of kicked a leg in glee and leaned back forward again to check it and write back. "I give you permission fer sexual fantasies tho. I know dat spank bank needs constant deposits." She wiggled her hips, still on his lap and unapologetic.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 1:13 pm
"Oh god," he said, this time genuinely distracted. "Freckles." Weakness number one (or possibly two, Taym really liked redheads), and it required comment. "Congratulations. So are the dicks your--what did you call it? Side jawn? Get off my lap," he added calmly. "Like right now."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 1:17 pm
"Party pooper." Cee snorted and sloooooowly eased up. "We're jus' friends. Don't be all sad like yer losing me or somethin." She teased, back to the phone. "Fren's that like do stuff and hang out all the time." It was doubtful she grinned like that over all her friends but even Cee was clueless to her current infatuation.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 1:47 pm
And then it was his turn to grin, hiding it behind the lip of the bottle. "Oh, sweetheart," he said. "You are so ********' far gone."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 3:52 pm
She squinted at him like he was speaking Chinese. She then waved her hand dismissively. "Whatever... whatever I am it ain't that.. and whatever it is? At least I'm smilin about it." Accompanied by the signature head bobble.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 5:17 pm
"Smiling's an understatement," he returned drily. "So who is she? Besides Paige, I mean."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 6:01 pm
"What is this like a ******** interview?" She was half bristling at his implication and half just wanting to withhold from him but she shrugged easily anyway. "Well she's the one.. I told ya.. who seen her own face?" Cee wagged her phone in emphasis, always talking with her hands. "Before the island.. she got in trouble cause the uhhh copy did somethin." She wasn't sure if she remembered what though. "You should look'er up maybe. She's cool. I mean we all can't be ******** literature professors or nothin but if you would deiiiign," she bowed, "to chat wit her, she's awesome. Ya know she had a kid? Gave it up for adoption an s**t. She ain't secretive about it or nothin. She'd good with it." Cee nodded, a Deniro-esque expression that showed she was mildly impressed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 2:06 am
After a long few seconds to consider it he'd taken down the drawings tacked up in the corner over his desk before she got there, and now he was glad. There was a lot of s**t to process in what Cee'd just rambled off, and none of it showed in his face. "She's ******** someone about that, right? Not the kid. The copy thing."
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 10:29 am
Cee nodded, "Pretty sure she got outta the s**t Deus was waitin fer her. She said the word ummm," he snapped her fingers a couple times, "doppleganger? But do ya tgink itsa same thing?"
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