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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:57 pm
Waylon took the opportunity to get out of the bed "still here." He said groggily, he reached across the bed and pulled the woman's sheer back down to cover her modesty while he headed towards the bathroom.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 9:00 pm
The scientist gave another yawn and stretch, falling back onto her pillows. She groaned aloud. She was obviously not a morning person since most of her work was done in the dark and shadows.
"What time is it?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 9:10 pm
Waylon turned on the sink and started to watch his face "time to get your a** out of bed." After drying off his face, he looked back at the sleepy woman "get dressed, the boss wanted to spend the day with you, and I'm hungry." Normally he was up very early to tend to Helena who was also up early, they would normal have breakfast early, check reports, and spend most of the day mingling with the upper crust of Gotham.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 2:11 am
Pamela groaned, pulling a pillow over her face. "Nice try." She said as she slowly began to fall back asleep. He was crazy if he thought she was going to get up at such an ungodly hour. The sun was still out for christ's sake!
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:34 am
Waylon began to undress to take his shower, glad that he'd be able to take one in private while the Nazi tried to return to sleep. "The boss and I get up around this time."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:49 pm
"Your boss is a gorgeous psychopath and you're just a psycho." This completely explained to her why the two awoke so early.
Pamela began to make soft snoring sounds due to the pillows piled ontop of her face.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 2:53 pm
Waylon stepped into the shower and started to wash up, he couldn't believe how lazy the Nazi was in the morning, or maybe she was just being lazy because she was out of the country. Still, they had business to get to "either get up and get dressed or I'm dragging you by your sheer to breakfast with Helena."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 4:48 pm
Killer Croc's threat was answered with a soft sigh from the sleeping Nazi.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 4:59 pm
After a few minutes of showering, Waylon turned off the water and dried his scales off, causing them to lightly shine. With the scientist sleeping, Waylon took the opportunity to get dressed, once his suit was back on, Waylon grabbed the bed and shook it "it may be long nights and short mornings in your lab in Germany, but here in the States we work for a living."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:49 pm
Pamela cursed in German and clutched the pillows to her face tighter. "Being physically intimidating and sleeping with whores isn't work. Helena works. You ride coattails." She bitched at him, obviously quite cranky in the morning.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:02 pm
Waylon groaned "you've got one more hour, after that, I'm dragging you to Helena whether you're ready or not." Checking his reflection in the mirror, Waylon adjusted his suit and went to the phone, ordering room service for breakfast.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:09 pm
"Don't ******** with my sleep," she simply warned, burrowing deeper under her covers. No one ever saw the scientist in such a manner.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:25 pm
Waylon opened the door once room service arrived, wheeling the cart into the living room, he let the smell of fresh hot breakfast drift into Pamela's bedroom. The smell of eggs, ham, bacon, sausage, waffles, and pancakes, drifted through the air while Waylon sat down and started to eat.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 12:21 am
The crocodile didn't fight fair. Pamela pulled herself out of bed and made a zombie walk into the living room. She glared at Waylon.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 12:36 am
Waylon smiled to himself, ignoring Pamela's glare as he ate. Truth be told, even Helena had trouble waking up after some nights, but nothing that a hot breakfast could fix to get her up and out of bed. "I take it you slept well?"
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