Curiosity in its simplest form was a little below Mimsy, but needing to know wasn't. With the absence of Svensyl's pestering, she had far too much time on her hands with far too few distractions. So she'd gone looking.
When her hands on her hips and a disapproving throat clear didn't wake him, she tried a shove. To his face.
Nobody wasted her thinking time. Especially not Robert.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 7:34 pm
Robert had waited forever for Mimsy to respond to his important twitter. FOREVERRRR. So when four minutes passed, he'd obviously fallen asleep. He was still asleep, on his bed, when she had come into his room, and woken him with a shove to the face.
Or, she'd almost woken him. Robert was a heavy sleeper, and her actions just made him mumble something in his sleep and turn over. His arm reached out, wrapped around Mimsy's waist, and pulled her down onto the bed.
"Mmmmmmmnnooo, too early, sunshine." He mumbled into the pillow, as he attempted to pull Mimsy against him and curl her up in his arms.
This was terror. Turning into a stone statue wasn't terror. Dying wasn't terror. This was what it felt like to truly look fear in the eye and cower.
Her pulse pounded in her ears as Robert pulled her close, cheeks flushing pink. She didn't realize she was murmuring a steady, quiet string of "no, no, no, no" until one came out in a sort of monosyllabic squawk, startling her enough to allow herself to reel things back in. Slightly.
An attempt to free herself got nowhere. Nor did kicking her feet a bit. Robert clearly really liked cuddling his 'sunshine'. Feeling helpless, she dug her elbow into his ribs with a look of determination.
She could only hope that he was having very, very tame dreams.
Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 11:48 pm
Robert having tame dreams was about as rare as him sleeping with clothes on.
...
Both of which were happening this time around, thankfully. Since he'd accidentally fallen asleep while putzing on his phone, Robert was fully clothed, and dreaming about twitter. They were, in fact, tame dreams.
But he was not dreaming, now.
Petra felt oddly sharp in all the wrong places as he held her. He tried to shift to get her to fall into that perfect crook in his body, but instead, all he got was an elbow to the ribs.
"Come on baby, I'm not in the mood for rough right now." He grumbled, running his hand down the length of her body until it rested at her hip, and opening his eyes.
He froze.
His grip tightened.
His mouth opened and closed, over and over, while his throat refused to make any noise.
And then, quite suddenly, he released Mimsy and held his arms up above his head.
At Robert's reaction, Mimsy frowned. She'd only wanted him to scoot over a bit. She pursed her lips and leaned towards him, batting her eyelashes behind the lenses of her glasses.
"But Robert," she murmured, reaching to trail her fingertips down his irresistible, chiseled, manly chest. "Don't you want me? I was certain that this was your intention from that tweet...."
She sighed melodramatically and looked away. "I suppose I can leave, if that's what you would prefer. Though I should advise you that I am wearing very sexy underwear."
THIS ONE IS YOUR REAL TAG sad
Sitting up with a stunned stare and ruffled hair, Mimsy looked as if she'd just returned from the dead. Again. She just watched Robert for a moment with a hint of curiosity, wondering how he was possibly going to explain himself out of this one. His response wasn't very satisfactory, but neither was his brain, so she couldn't say that that part of this experience particularly surprised her.
With an awkward cough, she looked away from him, turning her attention to her coat. There was a crinkle that needed to be smoothed out. Immediately.
"That's not entirely true, considering the who reason I'm here is due to your message to me, demanding that I 'guess what'. So," Eyebrows raised, she glanced back over to him. "What?"
Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 2:35 am
Damnit. She found a way to blame him after all. GIRLS SUCKED. Robert slumped down and grabbed his face, groaning in dismay. "But it's nooooooooootttttttt..." Was he going to get blamed for this? What was Petra going to say? Was she even going to SAY ANYTHING? He was going to get kicked in the balls, that's what was going to happen.
He put his hands down and gave Mimsy a very stern glare. "Listen here. I didn't think you'd come all this way just because I said guess what in a tweet. This totally can't be my fault. I've got a marriage to keep together here, and I refuse to let anything happen to it! I'M NOT A ******** ANYMORE."
Mimsy wouldn't have a clue what he was talking about, but really, it didn't matter. "You should get out of here. And no more barging in my room when I'm sleeping, Jesus woman! What if I'd actually been like, ready for bed? I sleep in the nude, and you and I would have a lot more explaining to do if you'd come in then."
Leave it to Robert to raise seventy more questions when Mimsy only wanted an answer to one.
"What are you implying? A marriage?" Her lack of observation was disarming. How had she not realized that before? "No, listen, I--" Sighing, she reached to stiffly pat his shoulder, palm uncomfortably flat. "You are not a ********," she began, clenching her teeth around the word 'probably' before it could slip its way out. "And you never were, if you are here, alive, married, progressing. A ******** could claim none of that."
But he did have a point. She'd gone a bit far for just a response. Normal, socially-apt people probably would have just waited. She edged away from him, inching towards the door, calmly ignoring the mental image of a naked Robert that was diligently trying to make her lose her lunch.
"I will 'forget'..." Her pause gave way to a vaguely hug-like motion. "If you 'forget' this. I think that is a fair conclusion to this interaction."
There. Everything tidily solved. Pleased with herself, she turned to leave, halting abruptly just before she reached the exit.
"Wait." He was a genius of distraction. The mask of pleasantry dropped as she hissed one word through her teeth:
"What?"
Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 3:10 am
Mimsy was saying things that Robert could almost claim to be nice. He gave her a weak smile, and then watched as she made her hug-like motion. It was clear to a normal person that she was saying she would forget their illicit hug time. But to Robert, he thought she was asking for a hug.
Which was the opposite of the truth.
All too glad to forget the entire day had happened, he lumbered up off the bed, just as Mimsy turned back to hiss at him, and picked her up in a giant hug.
Mimsy frantically searched for any memory stored far, far away, something she might of seen on television when she was young, anything to indicate what someone did in this situation.
She had no idea.
Everything told her to give up and cry. Yes, that's what she wanted to do.
Instead, she rigidly reached up to pat him on the head, with one quiet, terrified, "Yes. Okay."
Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 1:53 pm
Patting Robert on the head was a comforting gesture that he'd come to expect whenever Petra thought he'd done something good. He was quite used to it, and rather liked the positive overtone of the gesture, indicating that he'd done a good job and deserved a treat. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. Instead, he wagged Mimsy back and forth, so that her legs took the place of the tail and fluttered in the air. Then he put her back down on them, and fussed with her hair until it looked right.
"Okay! Good. So." His awkward, broad grin broke crookedly on his face. "..Good talk."
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