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 Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 12:53 am
weh
The movie was over, but she'd left the controller on the floor. Felicia grunted, stretching out to try and grab it from where it laid... twenty feet away.
"Weh," Felicia whined, wiggling her fingers, getting no closer to her goal. Not bothering to get up, she slid off the bed like a melted popsicle and still couldn't reach the thing. She turned to look at Dawson, helpless like some sort of skeletal, beached whale. "Weeeeehhhhhhhhhh."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 12:55 am
omnomnomicon
"I'm t-telling you," Felicia explained, a somber tone to her voice, "everything is b-b-better in a microwave."
It was whirring, as it had been for the last five minutes, melting ...velveeta.
So, so much velveeta.
"I think the c-chips are under the bed," Felicia said, absent-mindedly waving towards it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 1:28 am
nya"Nnnyehh," she whined, eyes glued to her phone, pawing around for the cheetos and failing. "D-dawssonnn, I can't f-f- ffiiinndd themm."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 1:31 am
karaokeShe drops everything n a whim, including three notebooks and a bottle of water that was soon snatched up and used as an impromptu mic. "It's gonna take a lot to drag me awaaaay from youuuu, there's nothing that a hundred men or mooore could ever dooooo~" (She was, in her defense, almost halfway in tune.)
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 11:53 pm
weh
"Wehhhhh," he parroted back, snickering forever. How did the controller get that far to begin with? It Is A Mystery.
Dawson took one look at their predicament, several at Felicia, hrrm'd, and decided that the best course of action was, naturally, to help his friend out.
So he grabbed her by the legs and started to push her towards the controller, effectively making them the laziest sacks of s**t this side of the Bermuda Triangle.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 12:29 am
omnomnomicon
Dawson stood by, incredulous. "Blasphemer," he stage whispered. "I miss havin' my own damn kitchen. With like a stove n' crap." Sometimes he was a cheap b*****d, but not everything tasted better in the microwave.
But he was hungry. And there was a lot of cheese involved. Maybe he shouldn't be so picky right now.
Tugging his hat in salute, he lumbered over to the bed and fished for the chips. "Leesha, swear t'Gawd, I'ma trip on somethin' here n' kill myself."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 8:16 pm
weh
Excellent. Felicia stretched her arm out like a claw machine, grabbing it and hoisting it in the air with a cry of victory. She put on the next movie-- Dogma-- and didn't bother to move back to where she had been before, and opted to just stay puddled on the floor. Life was good.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 8:18 pm
omnomnomicon"You can c-cook?" Felicia looked shocked by the exclamation. "Like, r-real food?" The microwave dinged, and she pulled out (yelping a few times from the heat) a big bowl of velveeta and rotel. She stuck the stirring spoon in and licked it clean while waiting on Dawson, hoping he hadn't seen that. "D-don't be such a baaabbyy, it's f-fineeee. I c-can find everything!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 10:40 pm
green with
Through a mouth full of gummi worms, Felicia looked up from her notepad, whimsical. "I envy y-y-you, you know," she said. "You g-gotta lotta connections with people."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 7:58 am
karaoke
Singing was, maybe, one of the few things Dawson could pick up on as fast as anything food or affection related. His choice of mic this time was the pen he had been using to try and write down next week's list of things to buy on leave.
"I don't knooooow the words to this sooooong," he crooned in his best approximation to the tune. "But it souuuunds familiiiiaaaaarrrrr a lil' bit~"
Unlike the drunken episode with Maebe, he didn't sound nearly as smooth.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 8:02 am
omnomnomicon
"Well, uh, not really cook but, like--" He made a vague gesture that didn't quite finish the sentence. At least the chips were acquired!
"s**t, Leesha, y'need at least, like, oven mitts," Dawson tutted her as he returned and set the bag down. "N' only one bein' a baby's you. I oughta take a vaccum t'this place..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 8:07 am
green with"Wuh?" He mashed the worms in with the chocolate pudding and Oreo concoction and gave Felicia a curious look. "Oh. Tha' whatcha call me gabbin' at erryone n' errythang?" he asked with a laugh. "I'm nosey s'what it is."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 1:38 pm
karaoke
"D-Dawson ******** Grace," Felicia said, clutching her chest, "h-how do you not know Africa?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 1:40 pm
omnomnomicon
She tore into the bag, dipping one into the delicious cheese-goop, shoving it into her face all at once. With her mouth full, Felicia objected: "Nnnoo! There's shtuff I need to mwove!"
Beckoning to him, she held out a chip for him to take. "It's ******** d-d-delicious, just t-trust me, dude. No one hates cheese. No one n-normal."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 1:45 pm
green with Felicia made a small sound of frustration, shaking her head. "N-no, like." She poked at his chest, where his heart was. "You know p-people there. I like, it's...You know them, you know? You g-get involved, and do more than like, I d-don't know." A shrug of slim, bony shoulders. "I don't feel like I know them, I guess," she finished lamely. "The c-closest person I understand is Chance, l-like. We observe m-more than we connect, but even he's got Otto now, you know?" She flopped back onto the floor, a scowl crossing her scarred face. "N-not to b-be a downer. I d-don't even want a relationship, they b-bore me, but I g-guess I wish...I was more g-grounded."
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