[ Thankfully, she only sees people in passing and doesn't have to explain why there are six pieces of vaguely burned toast piled up on a plate, along with orange juice (the last, he should be honored) and a black coffee on the same tray. She never said she was a cook, okay. At the very least, the food is hot when she angles herself back into the bedroom, very much looking like she needs to drag a brush through her hair. ]
Hey, here. Everyone will be gone in ten minutes, you can take the shower first if you want.
[ Perched on the bed, she noms the blackest bit of toast. ]
[He almost makes a quip about showering together, but-- given their chat, probably not a good idea. Instead he shakes his head.]
I'm good, I swear. I think I can make it back to my own place without offending the neighbors. I'll do that dodge-roll thing. [Gesturing with the toast,] Won't even see me.
Ah, the dodge-roll. I remember it well. [ She's never dodged anything like the (supposed, in this case) walk of shame in her life, what a liar. Heh. ] My back still feels wonderful, thanks for last night.
'Strictly masseuse' is your name in my phonebook from now on. [ Taking her coffee along to the door, she listens to the last of her housemates leave and gives him a playful smile. ] Shame about that dodge-roll taking you home so early. Maybe next time you can meet me in my shower when yours back home isn't so desperately alluring.
[ Because she's planning to have one, whether he's here to bug her during it or not. ]
[ Jim and Loki should get together for breakfast sometime, it would be like watching two five-year-olds have the responsibility of credit cards. Terrifying. ]
I'm in, I'm in. Call me whenever you get something sorted out, I'll see you later. [ With a small salute, she heads into the corridor. Kissing him goodbye would be nice but frankly she tastes like bed, tshirt and toast, and that's not the impression she wants to leave. ] Let yourself out, Jim, it was nice seeing you. And leave some of that food you brought!
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Hey, here. Everyone will be gone in ten minutes, you can take the shower first if you want.
[ Perched on the bed, she noms the blackest bit of toast. ]
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I'm good, I swear. I think I can make it back to my own place without offending the neighbors. I'll do that dodge-roll thing. [Gesturing with the toast,] Won't even see me.
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[ Because she's planning to have one, whether he's here to bug her during it or not. ]
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[He takes an obnoxiously loud slurp of juice, straining it through his teeth until he can smack his lips afterwards and then he gets up and stretches]
I'm totally serious about that roadtrip. Waterfalls, maybe a canoe trip. Hiking. Climb a mountain. You in?
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I'm in, I'm in. Call me whenever you get something sorted out, I'll see you later. [ With a small salute, she heads into the corridor. Kissing him goodbye would be nice but frankly she tastes like bed, tshirt and toast, and that's not the impression she wants to leave. ] Let yourself out, Jim, it was nice seeing you. And leave some of that food you brought!