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 Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 9:27 pm
Gabe decided that she had to be making it innuendo-esque on purpose. Damn it.
"sounds easy enough," he agreed, taking a poker from her and thinking about everything but any possible naughty thoughts. Sasquatch. Food. Cookies.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 9:34 pm
Moving over to the fire, she flopped down next to it. Placing her own poker across her lap and putting the bag of hot dog buns next to her. Next she set to work opening the hot dog package, which really wasn't all that hard.
"Sometimes I just like to take a hot dog out of the package and eat it. Especially when I feel like being super lazy. How many hot dogs do you want, one, two?" She pulled out one hot dog and stuck it in her mouth, holding it tightly with her lips as she pulled another one out. Sticking that one onto her poker before pulling the one in her mouth out and putting it onto the poker as well.
She held out the hot dog package for him to take.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 9:50 pm
Gabe had managed to go through seventeen years with a fairly minimal sex drive, and generally mostly unaware of the opposite gender other than a vague notion that they existed.
Vythica was doing a damn good job of changing that.
"Uhh, just one," he stammered, trying very very hard to ignore that she was clearly being purposely suggestive and purposely terrible. Damn, being attracted to someone was frustrating.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 9:58 pm
"I used to eat hot dogs all the time until I nearly choked from trying to eat two at once." The comment was made very nonchalantly as she placed her weenie stick over the fire.
His stammering cause a curious look to come to her face as she turned her head to look at him once more. "Something wrong? You seem awfully fidgety right now."
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 10:13 pm
Gabe had bene reaching into the package to take out his hot dog, and he paused for a good few seconds right then.
He really really hoped she was being literal, it was better for his peace of mind.
"Nothing's wrong," he said as casually as he could manage (read: not at all casually) as he took the hotdog and speared it on the poker.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 10:19 pm
Narrowing her eyes at him slightly in suspicion. "You're lying." She mentally shrugged before attending to her hot dogs once more. They seemed to be cooking up all nice and plump now.
She leaned the stick against one of the pit stones and opened up the bag of hot dog buns. Taking out a couple before tossing the bag in Gabe's direction. Grabbing the stick she slid each hot dog off and placed them in a bun.
Didn't want to burn them~
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 10:22 pm
"No, really, nothing's wrong." Gabe insisted, as he put his hotdog into the fire to cook. Other than, you know, her sending his mind straight into unexplored gutter territory (though to be fair, the entire gutter was pretty new to him.) But uh, he couldn't exactly come out and say so.
He caught the bag of buns, pulling one out and taking his hot dog off the fire. He pulled it off the stick and transferred it to the bun. "Pass the mustard?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 10:30 pm
"Right." She squinted at him again before leaning back to reach behind her into one of the totes. Pulling out the container of mustard. Squirting a bit on her own two weenies before handing it over to him.
"Ya know Gabe, honesty is the best policy when it comes to relationships." She said sagely, waggling a finger at him while taking a bite of her one hot dog.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 10:36 pm
Gabe took the mustard, squirting it on his own hot dog and then handing it back to her. He took a bite, seriously pondering answering her honestly before changing his mind very quickly, because it was possible she hadn't been doing it on purpose and oh god why, brain, why.
"It's nothing," he insisted, returning his attention to his dinner as a flush spread across his face.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 10:51 pm
Vyth pursed her lips as she chewed. Eyeballing him suspiciously. If it hadn't been dark out and the fire wasn't illuminating his face she probably would have been able to catch the blush that crept along his face.
"Fine fine. If you don't want to tell me...." She quirked an eyebrow before wolfing down the rest of her first hot dog and started on the second. Enjoying the warmth of the fire and the taste of her mustard covered weenie.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 10:55 pm
There was no way, absolutely no way, she had no clue what effect she was having on him. Gabe was certain she had to know that she was sending his mind straight to the naughtiest of places, but how was he supposed to explain that?
"I promise, it's not a big deal at all." He said, praying that she would let it go or he would probably end up blurting it out.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 10:58 pm
Finishing off her second hot dog, she licked her fingers to remove any tasty hot dog grease or errant mustard that may have gotten on them. "If its not that big of a deal then why are you still going on about it?"
She pulled her jacket tighter around herself as her thoughts drifted towards the idea of pulling out the marshmallows, chocolate and gram crackers and just chowing down on some smores.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 11:04 pm
Gabe opened his moth to argue, and then decided against it, returning his attention to his hot dog instead. Eating was clearly a far more productive thing to do than trying to explain things to his girlfriend.
When he finished, he also licked his fingers clean. "So, uh, you mentioned s'mores?" Subject change plus more food. Good plan.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 11:08 pm
"Are you gonna get weird over smores too?" She grinned lightly. Rummaging around in the container again bringing out the bag of marshmallows, the bars of chocolate and grahm crackers.
Opening the bag, she pulled out a marshmallow and stuck it onto her pokey stick again. "I think the best way to cook a marshmallow is to get it all nice and black on the outside, cause then the inside is all warm and gooey. You like warm and gooey right?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 11:17 pm
"Only if you start making s'mores sound dirty," Gabe grumbled quietly. However, he was fairly excited for them. After all, s'mores were a rare and delicious treat.
"Actually, yeah," he said, doing his best to ignore any possible implications. "That's pretty much perfect." He took a marshmallow of his own and stuck it on the poker, putting it into the fire.
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