a “sleep over,” yoU say? hmm… i do recall, albeit distantly, the term… it is a friendship ritUal of sorts? one in which the host opens her doors to another, offering merrymaking and the consUmption of comestibles into the wee hoUrs of the night…
and then, they sleep! :U
yes, yes— i wish yoU boUntifUl fortUne in strengthening yoUr bonds!
what, may i ask, is it yoU sUggest?
i prefer him with two, thank yoU!
Your back shifted against the orange upholstery of the plush couch. Turning your head to her, you flashed a smile before leaving a kiss on the side of her head,
“Yo, just relax.”
Your arm reached around her and pulled her into a tight embrace at the side, feet kicked up upon the ottoman before the two of you.
How generous he is with these kisses of his! Whatever flush might have receded creeps back onto your cheeks, settling there stubbornly.
“That I shall.”
Tucked close now, you breathe evenly, fixing your eyes on the screen. Physical contact seems to play a large part in conveying human affection… Maybe if you just… emulated a little?
Unsure, you give him a tiny squeeze. Yes! Maybe this would do!
Just hearing from you again has managed to cheer me up so much already~
I’ve missed you a bunch, y’know. Oh! I have a thought!
I’m really tired now, but maybe tomorrow, after I’ve rested and stuff, we could get together again!
You can go places now, right? Maybe we could get together and I can show you the city and stuff!
I’ll take you to all my favorite places~ 6u6
has it, then? sUch developments are eternally, delightfUlly received. ~u~
i mUst concede, yoUr contrivance is one tempting! i am indeed free to roam, thoUgh… my company… yoU trUly desire it? this is to be oUr second meeting, shoUld it be trUe…
many thanks! yoUr compassion aboUnds, miss samantha.
i myself fare finely enoUgh. my roUgh and tUmble back and forth with lady life (not my own! she is a peach!) has come to a close, and it seems i have made peace with conflict, or at the very least, settled the waters for a time.
ah— bUt yoUrself! won’t yoU please overlook my discoUrtesy?
how do *yoU* do?
“Yeah. Instructional video.”
You looked down, peeling through the collection with a tilted head, a sigh escaping you.
“Let’s see what we got…”
You flipped through the collection that you may or may not have built yourself after years of general loneliness, eyes half lidded before humming, slipping out a particularly labeled disc.
“Love Actually. This is a good one.”
You stepped up to the television, placing the disc in the media player before crashing back down on the couch beside your beloved.
“‘Love Actually?’ Is there not more to be said, Dirk?”
You puzzled a few short moments, mouth twisted quizzically as Dirk rose and sat again.
“Ah— that’s right! Your human titles— rather short, arent’t they, while in comparison to that of trolls? Very well, dearest. We will view this ‘Love Actually’ of yours.”
Satedd now with the culture gap, though only imposed by books, you watch him settle in an decide upon mimicry, carefully tucking your legs up onto the couch and resting lightly, gently, against him.
Oh God where do I start.
Another infection came around but I didn’t do anything to stop it or help anyone because I’m incapable of anything ever, two of my friends almost died due to two different incidents and I was still incapable of helping or doing anything aside from sit here and be pathetic, I got so upset I glitched out and caused a power surge, puked static, got a migraine for two straight days, I’m still a trickster because the anon didn’t give me an end time I don’t want to be here anymore but I don’t know how to give up control half of my friends are still candy because of me and I hate everything.
oh… oh, love! how awfUl! to hear of sUch misfortUne… why, it batters the heart withoUt relent, this interminable adversity which plagUes yoU so.
is there nothing i might do to provide yoU my relief? no task i might perform, no words of comfort i might provide? my sympathies, as well as my deepest condolences, are with yoU, dear— of this yoU are aware, yes? please, answer in the affirmative!
i am very sorry.
You blinked, tilting your head a bit as you pulled away to look her in the eye.
“Callie, you’re trying to learn how to show you feel for me?”
You couldn’t help but feel your face grow warm, killing that cool of yours in a moment of true realization of your dorky self.
You bit at your lip and looked down,
“Well, if you want, we can watch some movies that explain it.”
You were going to do it. You were going to bust out the Romcom DVD pouch.
Gosh. Now that the matter is out so plainly in the open, you have no choice but to acknowledge it. It’s almost shameful, that you hadn’t been able to master it in time, that you have to enlist him for help— always an eager student, however, you find your wounds easily tended to.
“That is correct. Do you find my activities… strange at all?”
Musing now, you kick your feet. The crease in your brow furrows and unfurrows, smoothed by his suggestion just as soon as it had arrived.
“Oh, yes! An instructional video would be most agreeable!”