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you can ring my bell, ring my bell. ([personal profile] dominance) wrote2015-07-12 09:08 pm
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pajarita: (bandwagon know they used to doubt me)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-06 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Something she hates? There's not a lot she hates. No movies she could express hatred towards. She thinks about it, looking down at their hands, threading her fingers with his again and lying down, her free arm tucked under her head, under her Cerberus pillow.]

Ark politics.
pajarita: (faking what you wish you had)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-06 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Floating parents for trying to take care of their kids, but letting an alcoholic trade her daughter's rations for hooch for years, nearly starving her... Ark politics had been strict, and deeply flawed, and she'll always resent them. Hate them.

She grabs for the chance to make light of the mood.]
Pfft, well I don't hate that part, so you'll never forget it.
pajarita: (get a bodyguard)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-06 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
[She involuntarily holds onto his fingers a little tighter, and the secret comes out in her expression first: she doesn't want him to move yet. She doesn't want him to let her go.]

No, not yet. [she's very quiet in her plea, but then again she doesn't ask for a lot of things.]
pajarita: (faking what you wish you had)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-06 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
I like the way cars sound. [She lifts her shoulder in a shrug, and looks down at the dog. Still cute.]

Yeah, your life with two dogs must be so hard.
pajarita: (got no soul and got no taste)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-06 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
Terrible. [Trying to sleep on him, imagine that. The wretched things. She smiles, the expression happening as soon as he strokes her hand.]

I don't know, at least you've got a warm bed. [From her experience, sleeping in the same bed as someone is great. The companionship, the comfort. She misses that.]
pajarita: (you should heed the warning)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-06 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
If Gruff tried to sleep on me, I think I'd die. [Probably end up crushed, no doubt. She laughs, and shakes her head. No, as much as she loves the dragon, they both have their own beds for a reason.]

But he is really warm.
pajarita: (faking what you wish you had)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-06 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
[He's set her up for this one, she's pretty aware. And yet, she can't help it, with a amused voice of her own quipping,] Not as crushed as I'd be.

[And then she laughs quietly, so as to not wake up the dog.]
pajarita: (here folks come to ask about me)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-06 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
[So far, Gruff and her are navigating each other, but she can tell the dragon appreciates his new digs, and her, because he's been yellow the entire time. She has that color coded warning sign to know, and though Hiccup said red meant run, she's never seen Gruff red. So that's good.

But him throwing her words back at her again stands out. She's amused.]
You must think you're so cute.
pajarita: (faking what you wish you had)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-07 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, he thinks he's so cute. She rolls her eyes and moves her hand from under her head to reach out and ruffle up his hair, maybe a little too roughly. Like a tug back down to the ground.]

Maybe if you'll find someone who doesn't depend on you for food to confirm that.
pajarita: (wouldn't know it face to face)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-07 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
[She gets distracted, because that's the part she doesn't go for often. The only other time she remembers going for his hair, he'd had it longer, curled on top of his head and soft to the touch, in spite of their stay on the much dirtier ground.]

It's weird, this short. [Her hand hovers stretched out in the air, and then finally she gives up and pulls it away, tucks it back safely under her head where she won't feel the need to touch him in search of familiar curls.]
pajarita: (got no soul and got no taste)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-07 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
[As if there's a lot he can do to make himself look unattractive, come on. She gives him that look, and then looks up at the ceiling, exhaling.] Nah. It's not.

[A pause.] I'd gotten used to the mop.
pajarita: (here folks come to ask about me)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-09 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[She tries for very dry here:] Lucky me. [Like she hasn't been looking, all this time. His position almost asks for a gentle touch, and she moves her free hand again, nearly drawing her fingertips down his nose like she's done to Zelo and Nike countless times.

Nearly, because she realizes it's ridiculous, and drops her hand on the bed between them instead.]
pajarita: (get a bodyguard)

[personal profile] pajarita 2016-03-10 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[She could run back. She could run, if there were trouble, and she can more than handle herself out there alone, so she doesn't need him to take her anywhere. But she understands, her time is up, she's no longer welcomed, she should bail.

Dryly,]
What, so only you get to couch crash? I get it. [With a roll of her eyes, she stretches obnoxiously, and gets up and out of his bed, rubbing the back of her neck for kinks.] I can go.

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