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maskormenacelogs2014-12-15 05:57 pm
conducive) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-12-15 05:57 pm
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{ ❁ } I once got stabbed with a lightning bolt. True story. (No, it isn't.)
WHO: dorian & rosie aka team asshat
WHERE: dorian's house; heropa
WHEN: after this thread
WHAT: chinese food and wine and idk accidental feels
WARNINGS: these two dumbasses??
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Rosie gets lost. Granted, she could get lost going in a straight line down a one way street with no exits, so it's not much of a surprise at all. But eventually, a little more than an hour after she'd hung up with him, she's knocking on the front door.
She didn't bother changing out of her work clothes, so while she waits for him to answer the door she fidgets back and forth in her heels, shifting the paper bag full of probably too much Chinese food from one hand to the other. Somehow she's managed to hold two bottles of wine (red) in one hand. Making her countrymen proud. A scarf is looped around her neck because of the Virginia weather, but she doesn't have a jacket on over her lab coat and her name badge is still dangling from the top of her skirt.
Her blue-green eyes are clouded with discomfort but the only outward sign of it is how she keeps using the top of one of the bottles to rub at her collarbone. Some things are just set in stone: if there is lightning nearby, Rosie will get hit by it; the sky is blue; the Red Sox are trash; Dorian Gray is immortal. It isn't just that he was this staple of her adolescence and she was really into that Ben Barnes film. But he was just... so sweet and such a dumbass. He didn't deserve to be turned into a human s'mores.
She fidgets again before the door opens and she manages to tip a sheepish smile on her lips.
"Candygram."
WHERE: dorian's house; heropa
WHEN: after this thread
WHAT: chinese food and wine and idk accidental feels
WARNINGS: these two dumbasses??
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Rosie gets lost. Granted, she could get lost going in a straight line down a one way street with no exits, so it's not much of a surprise at all. But eventually, a little more than an hour after she'd hung up with him, she's knocking on the front door.
She didn't bother changing out of her work clothes, so while she waits for him to answer the door she fidgets back and forth in her heels, shifting the paper bag full of probably too much Chinese food from one hand to the other. Somehow she's managed to hold two bottles of wine (red) in one hand. Making her countrymen proud. A scarf is looped around her neck because of the Virginia weather, but she doesn't have a jacket on over her lab coat and her name badge is still dangling from the top of her skirt.
Her blue-green eyes are clouded with discomfort but the only outward sign of it is how she keeps using the top of one of the bottles to rub at her collarbone. Some things are just set in stone: if there is lightning nearby, Rosie will get hit by it; the sky is blue; the Red Sox are trash; Dorian Gray is immortal. It isn't just that he was this staple of her adolescence and she was really into that Ben Barnes film. But he was just... so sweet and such a dumbass. He didn't deserve to be turned into a human s'mores.
She fidgets again before the door opens and she manages to tip a sheepish smile on her lips.
"Candygram."
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At her missing her birthday however, Dorian frowns. "When is your birthday anyway? I'll need to know when to celebrate."
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Grumble. "The eighth."
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"If we're still here next October, I'll buy you a cake."