23 blueprints -- dictated/action

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[There's a soft, deep humming of I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas coming from the kitchen, coupled with a delicious aroma of gingerbread cookies. Inside, Ted, appropriately dressed in an apron and with some kitchen gloves, takes out a tray full of misshapen cookies. Undeterred by their unfortunate looks, he continues to hum as he places it on some hot pads, then turns around and takes out another two trays, one at a time.

He takes off his gloves and deeply inhales the scent, giving a refreshed and satisfied sigh. Give him a few more moments, and he'll have a plate full of cookies in his hands as he steps into the lobby. Actually, he has the plate in one hand and a half-eaten cookie in the other.]

Anyone want some gingerbread cookies? I swear, they taste so much better than they look.


((I think you know what this means! KISS TIME C: Planned/Unplanned welcome ofc.))23

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[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[were they making words because they don't feel terribly important anymore]

... what won't be so bad? .. y'mean, this?

[Yeeaahhh, Ted's totally leaning in for the kiss now too.]

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[Words? What words? There were words?

Rookie's smirk gets a little bigger, though, before he's closing the distance between them. One hand absentmindedly moving to try and tug the poor guy by the front of his shirt with a chuckle in the process.




..... Yeah, he's really, really sorry man. SOB.]

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[yep, those cookies? all over the floor, now, because Ted's moved to favor grabbing Rookie back and making sweet love to him.

Ted isn't sorry at all.

Well. At least not yet.]

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[ooh mister architect ooh -- my gawd you're wasting cookies what are you doing.

Not that Rookie kind of... cares at the moment, considering he's a bit busy returning Ted's advances. Seeing as there is no way he can't make this into a competition, especially when he's pretty darn set on not being the chick in this. >>

so yeah hopefully that magic wears off soon.]

[emit.livejournal.com]

[Someone's standing in the doorway, just... observing.]

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Ted is... actually getting pretty deep when the magic starts to wear off. It becomes a bit less passionate, and bit slower, until...

oh god.

...



OH GOD.]

WAUGH!!

[Ted shoves Rookie away, jumping back as though he'd been electrocuted. Excuse him if he's a bit too traumatized to notice you, Kallen.]

What the hell, Rookie?!?

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[The magic takes a bit longer to wear off for Rookie, but that push is what proves to snap him back into his senses and allow him the ability to understand what just happened.

So he's just going to flail backwards with a startled noise and try to put as much distance between him and Ted as possible - which, apparently, wasn't enough space for the couch to cover, meaning Rookie is going to end up toppling backwards in that frantic movement and land flat on his back on the floor.

Then sort of, glare up at the ceiling towards the ball of light that was currently zooming far, far away. Uttering one single word to Ted as he did so.] Fairy.

[emit.livejournal.com]

[Well then. Kallen makes her way over to the two of them and leans over the back of the couch quietly.]

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[oh man oh god, Ted is wishing up an eggnog right now to get the discreet taste of Rookie in his mouth. He throws his head back, taking a few generous gulps from the carton.

Fucking HELL. It was bad enough that earlier on, he'd been forced to kiss a teenage boy who was a complete stranger to him. And now, Rookie, who'd he'd known for pretty much the entire time he'd been in Paradisa? Augh.

When he stops guzzling, he catches a glimpse of red, and turning, jumps when he sees Kallen.

A witness to this event was honestly the last thing he'd needed. He speaks cautiously.]

Hi.

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[As he moves to sit up, one hand drags across his face before he's propping both arms over his legs and silently staring at Ted. That eggnog getting most of his attention, but as Rookie considers the idea of wishing up a little himself, that red hair draws him out of it.

And then he freezes because of course it had to be Kallen.] ... How long?

[emit.livejournal.com]

[Ted receives a nod in greeting, though she's not glancing at either of them specifically when she speaks.]

I'd give it a six and a half out of ten. From what I saw, the raw passion was there, but things got sloppy near the end. Next time, try to be less violent.

[She looks to Rookie now, raising a brow.] Long enough. Should I leave you alone now? Lingering emotions and all that maybe.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Hey! That was at least a seven!

--Not that I care or anything, since it was one of those stupid fairy pranks!!

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[An inner wince at that, but it's one that he didn't have any trouble hiding seeing as his attention turned right back to Ted at the outburst.

Before he just... shakes his head.]

No, no, please stay. I'm sure we'd love to hear some more tips.

[All the sarcasm.]

[emit.livejournal.com]

You're the expert here, aren't you? [She scowls at Rookie before ignoring him in favor of Ted.]

There's such a thing as too much credit.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Ted gives a briefly confused look when Kallen's attention is on Rookie.] Wait, do you two know each other?

[And then, when she talks to him, his lips pull together into a thin line.]

Like I said, I don't care, but we definitely deserved more than a six and a half!

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

I don't remember making any claims that I was.

[Returning that scowl with a quirk of his lips and a snort, before drawing those eyes back to the architect with a small nod.]

Yeah.

[Then he's just going to fall silent again because NOPE. He's not going to comment.]

[emit.livejournal.com]

Didn't need to. [The scowl deepens slightly, and her gaze goes back to Rookie even when she answers Ted.]

Yup.

[A little more scowling ensues before Kallen gives in a cracks a small smile.] Nice form on the fall, by the way.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Rookie's fault, not mine.

[Drinking that eggnog some more. Paradisa just gives Ted far too many reasons to be a full-blown alcoholic.]

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

What can I say? [Sliver of a grin, more so after that scowl disappears than anything else.] Falling's my specialty.

[Then to Ted, eying that eggnog.]

That shove didn't help, architect.

[Not that Rookie really blames Ted, because he would have done the same.]

[emit.livejournal.com]

You do it so well, too. [Grinning, she glances at Ted again.]

So, you have a name?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Softly, in a low, mocking tone.]

that shove didn help architect

[Oh, the girl's talking to him, right. He gives a little smile and a little waggle of his fingers to pass off as a wave. he... kind of felt too awkward to really shake her hand at the moment.]

Name's Ted.

1/2

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[Ted. Don't make him punch you in the shoulder, because he will.

And it will hurt. A lot.]

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[He gives a light sigh, though, before finally wishing up something to drink as well (and oddly enough, not alcoholic). Though anything he planned on saying was decidedly left to silence, as he stuck to eying the two of them with a quirk of a brow.

No sense in adding to a conversation if he didn't have to, after all.]

[emit.livejournal.com]

You two sound like eight year olds arguing, I hope you know that.

[Regardless, she's laughing a little, and she nods back to Ted in a return greeting.]

Kallen. Nice to meet you.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[What is settling things like a proper adult?]

You too.

Also, I hope we're clear: I am not gay for him.