Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-07-23 08:14 pm
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Jelly Bean B2, Friday Morning
Someone was spooning Kate and nuzzling her neck as she woke up. It was a really nice thing to wake up to. Cozy and comfortable. And obviously there was only one person it could be. So, sleepily, and fully expecting to see a pale face and some floppy hair and grey eyes and probably a cute smile, Kate turned her head and opened her eyes, and--
Well. The guy was pale, yes. Really pale, actually. His skin was almost white, not the kind of peachy pink that passed for white skin in general terms. And his hair was floppy, but it was also a little too long. And black. His eyes were kind of black, too. And his clothes.
He was most definitely not Bod. Kate pushed herself up on her elbows, eyes wide. "What the fuck?"
"Good morning, Kate," the guy replied calmly, with a gently amused smile.
"Who are you? And why the fuck are you in my bed?"
The guy kept smiling. Actually, there was something calming about him. Comforting. Familiar. "I usually go where you go," he said. "Except when you think you don't need me - which is totally fine, by the way - and you end up giving me to Bod to prove a point. Take my hand. You look like you need it."
Without even thinking about it, Kate took the guy's hand. It felt right.
And at the same time she understood what he was telling her. Her free hand came up to the top of her chest, reaching for something that wasn't there. And the guy just gave him something that was almost a smirk.
Still holding the necklace's hand, Kate fell back with a frustrated grunt and burrowed her face into the pillow. "Fucking Fandom."
[ooc: Open to cabinmates and visitors and whoever!]
Well. The guy was pale, yes. Really pale, actually. His skin was almost white, not the kind of peachy pink that passed for white skin in general terms. And his hair was floppy, but it was also a little too long. And black. His eyes were kind of black, too. And his clothes.
He was most definitely not Bod. Kate pushed herself up on her elbows, eyes wide. "What the fuck?"
"Good morning, Kate," the guy replied calmly, with a gently amused smile.
"Who are you? And why the fuck are you in my bed?"
The guy kept smiling. Actually, there was something calming about him. Comforting. Familiar. "I usually go where you go," he said. "Except when you think you don't need me - which is totally fine, by the way - and you end up giving me to Bod to prove a point. Take my hand. You look like you need it."
Without even thinking about it, Kate took the guy's hand. It felt right.
And at the same time she understood what he was telling her. Her free hand came up to the top of her chest, reaching for something that wasn't there. And the guy just gave him something that was almost a smirk.
Still holding the necklace's hand, Kate fell back with a frustrated grunt and burrowed her face into the pillow. "Fucking Fandom."
[ooc: Open to cabinmates and visitors and whoever!]
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He smirked over at Kate. "I guess I won that one."
[Night! Sleep well!]
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"She likes saying things like that," the necklace noted. "Kate doesn't need anyone, or anything."
Somehow, that statement almost sounded like its exact opposite.
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"Is what he says true?" he asked, curious. "You don't need anyone or anything?"
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Well, not so much if who was being asked didn't much like the question. Kate made a face again. And didn't really answer. "You're starting to annoy me," she told the necklace instead.
He just looked back at her. "I'm only looking out for you."
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With enough provocation, anyway.
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Or maybe it just sounded like that to her when she was annoyed with him.
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Kate made a face at him. Again. "Oh will you cut it out with your observations?"
He just gave Bod a little smile. "See?"
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To Kate, who was scowling at being talked about like she wasn't even here, he added, "Look, I have nothing else to do than listen to you and your heartbeat and your breathing all day. I pick up on things."
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"Creeps," Kate decided. "You're both creeps."
Creeps she was really pretty fond of, as annoying as they were.
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She sighed. "Don't say anything."
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The necklace looked like he wanted to laugh.
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The necklace, predictably, looked undisturbed by this threat.
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