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 Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 4:16 am
"Then at least it was worth it," America pulled the other girl close enough to have a comforting weight to lean into. "******** scary, huh? Great n'all, makes the good things in life better, but damn if it isn't the scariest s**t." Scary s**t...scary... places....they were supposed to go... do. A thing?
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 4:27 am
Maebe fell against America the moment she was pulled in, and her arms wrapped violently around her. She wished, more than anything, that she could just be America. That would solve everything. "I love you, America." She sniffled, pausing only to remember something that made her chuckle through her tears. "Meri." She muttered. "That's what Dawson calls you. It's so cute. I want to call you Meri."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 3:15 am
"Love you too, Maebe" America stroked her hair, giving the blonde's side a little squeeze. "One of my most favorite happy places, and those're important. You're important." The request garnered a small chuckle from America, her smile going wry where Maebe wouldn't catch it, but it made her a little happy even with everything attached to the request. He shouldn't complain again anyway, not like he used it anymore. "Course you can, s'what folks called me back home. N'this is home now, too." They were supposed to be doing something. "What were we doing, again?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 3:28 am
"Meri." Maebe purred out, ducking her head to rest it on America's shoulder, and rub it against her neck. "Merrrrri." She rolled the r's, turning it into something far more spanish than it was meant to be. "Like happy. Merry. And I'm one of your happy places. It's perfect." Whoops, they really were supposed to be doing something other than cuddling. "Dawson!" Maebe piped up, startled that she'd forgotten. "We have to save him. They're tying him up and I'm jealous." She whispered the last part, but she did not clarify that she was jealous that nobody was tying her up. She knew better. "Let's go trap them and make them wear the funny hats." She scrambled back up to her feet, and held her hands out to help America. "I look really good in hats. But these will be funny ones, not good ones, like mine. I look so good in hats though."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 4:13 am
This was nice. This was soooooo nice, America could just curl up around Maebe's soft and warm everything and...eyes flying open at the reminder, she took the other girl's hands and popped up fast enough to nearly knock Maebe over in her excitement. "Maybe we should have a fashion show after," America agreed, entirely sincere. "I like to put Tubadiah and the kittens in funny hats sometimes and take pictures. I'll show you them," and this was said with such dire intensity that it was very nearly a threat. Fishing out her phone, she was fortunately distracted by twitter, Maebe's public declaration of love, and the profound reminder that pancakes were a thing that existed. It took awhile for them to get geared up, mainly due to a brief but passionate discussion about syrups, but finally they were out the door, America just barely remembering to grab the cooler of beer. "You know," she drawled, "I used to be president of the basement."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 11:39 pm
"Course I knew that, I remember the parties. The basement is all dingy craptastic without you now. That's why I'll never live there." She kept her voice hushed, in case the baddies were afoot. "And that's why this plan is totally going to work. They won't be able to resist the beer trail. Which room should we trap them in?" She was still desperately interested in seeing those pictures of the cats in funny hats, but every time she thought about them, she remembered how good she looked in hats, and then the cycle of distraction rolled on. "This is his room, coming up here." She whispered, pointing at it from afar. It would be the last thing she'd say, if she could remember that they were supposed to be stealthy.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 2:45 am
"I think there's one with those big old handcuff thingies chained to the wall nearby," America cast her mind back to the basement layout. There was one room she just couldn't ever remember. "Yeah this one here." With exaggerated sneaky steps, they laid out the trail from the empty dungeon room toward Dawson's door. Holding a finger up to her lips and then did an elaborate pantomime that tried to convey what basically amounted to ding-dong ditch. Ready for action, America approached Dawson's...pretty broken door to lay down the last beer, knock, and run off to hide with Maebe and manacles and funny hats at the ready. But the bamage...how did that even happen? Taking in the damage with a professional eye, America contemplatively opened the last beer and took a sip before knocking on the door frame absentmindedly. Realizing what she'd done, America's head whipped around to stare at Maebe in oh s**t what am do panic, cheeks chipmunk-full of beer that she wasn't sure if she should swallow or spit out.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 3:40 am
Handcuffs. Maebe had lost every ounce of attention she had mustered and was now inside of that room while America laid out the beer. This was her new favorite room. She wanted to move into the basement and live here, in this room. She stumbled out to tell America she was moving, when she was shushed with the pantomime that she interpreted as touch him on the p***s and run. Maebe's eyes went wide - she didn't know how to feel about America at that moment - and then she started knocking. "ShitShitShitShitShitShit." She tiptoe-ran in circles, trying to figure out what to do, and knocked over one of the beer cans in the process. This made her giggle, which was immediately followed by running back for the handcuffs room to wait there and ooh, right, the handcuffs.. There were no pearls of wisdom for America's turmoil with her sip of beer. (But Maebe would have told her to swallow.)
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