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vanillajello) wrote2010-07-23 08:14 pm
vanillajello) wrote2010-07-23 08:14 pm
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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"Okay, it sounds like you're about to start spouting some deep philosophy," Kate cut in, emerging from her alcove in a cute top and a skirt, "So clearly it's time to go."
She held out a hand to each of them. The necklace took his easily.
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"It's time to go," he agreed with a nod. "Lead on."
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It would be one weird breakfast, but at least it was with people she liked.