paradisalost | fifty-nine

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fifty-nine

[Mmm, in the middle of the night, Delysia gets up craving a nice cold glass of water. In her sleepy state, she walks toward where her desk normally is, wishing for a chilled glass. Not only does she find herself in the bathroom, there is also no glass in her hand. That's odd. Usually the ghosts are rather prompt!

No matter. She'll just fill a small cup in the faucet, take her drink, and then wander back toward the bed.

Obviously Jun is fast asleep, and she'll do her best not to wake her. She will, however, crawl into bed very carefully, and wrap her arms around the sleeping form, cuddling close.

...

Her eyes pop open. That... is not Jun. She quickly pulls herself out from the bed and shrieks loudly, ripping the covers off the bed. The journal captures that shriek and her high-pitched shrilling.]

GET OUT OF MY BED!

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[she wonders if that suggestive tone of hers is going to work wonders...]

I'm sure it will be.

[... no. implicit anything is like talking to a brick.]

It will! I'll make sure.

[don't worry; she'll still be laughing to herself regardless.]

Good boy. Have fun.

[I'M THE ONE IN BED WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND don't laugh at meeeee]

Yeah, yeah. The sooner this is over, the better.

[oh, come now, Lloyd! we're amongst friends here. and what do friends do? mess with one another.]

Yeah, probably. Especially with her little... ah, problem at night.

... What problem?

Remember how I was telling you about sabertoothed mooselions a while back?

Uh... yeah. Why?

Well, she snores like one. Real loud.

...and kind of, ah, drools like one, too. All over the pillow.

[... god fml.]

W-Well... we've got separate sides of the bed, so that's not a big deal, right? And... she can't snore any worse than my dad used to.

... Right?

I don't know, Lloyd. People from Earth can get pretty loud. I mean, you know how they are sometimes.

She's my girlfriend, so I have to kind of accept her for who she is, but... around strangers, I hope she doesn't bother them too much.

Edited 2009-10-10 08:38 (UTC)

[HE WAS GOING TO RESPOND TO THE REST OF THAT, REALLY (seriously, earth people are weirdos). But. Yeah.]

... She's your girlfriend?

What? [WAY TO THROW OFF HER TRICKING YOU GROOVE!] Yeah. Why?

[SORRY, MAN, IT'S INFORMATION THAT IS IMPORTANT TO HAVE IN THIS PARTICULAR SITUATION.]

N-Nothing, I just-- [am now living with my friend's girlfriend uhhhh] -- I didn't know.

Huh. [SHE'S LIKE, HOW DID HE NOT KNOW AND IS LIKE, SO TAKEN ABACK SHE CAN'T EVEN... CONTINUE. sdfghjk] Seriously?

Well, yeah. I mean, I knew she was around, but I didn't know it was like... that.

[yeah, there's no way she's going through with the jokes now. a sigh]

Yeah, pretty much. I mean, we've been together for almost... a year now, things kind of happen.

[SORRY MAN there will be other days to prank him. Like every day.]

Man, that long? [EVEN HE'S KIND OF SHOCKED AT HIS OWN OBLIVIOUSNESS.] Sheesh, shows how much I pay attention.

[despite all this, have a light chuckle] Tell me about it, spikes.

...speaking of which, you better last the week so we can celebrate our year here.

Heh. Don't worry, I'm not gonna let this place kick me out just yet. We deserve some kind of party for being stuck here this long.

Edited 2009-10-11 01:25 (UTC)

If anything, I'll come to your door with something... [a beat] or something.

What, you mean like a present?

Why not?

Nah, that sounds like a great idea! I can make you something, too.

[to which Jun ~~and myself~~ go d'aww]

Well, if you want, that is.

Jun

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