your modern tongue keeps talking it over

[coppelganger]

WHO: Sarah and George and hideous pancakes
WHERE: Nonah 002
WHEN: November 7, midnight-ish
WHAT: IDIOTS + BREAKFAST + emotional devastation, probably
WARNINGS: Language??



[ Pros of kinda-sorta dating (or whatever. whatever! whatever.) a guy who works all kinds of crazy hours: there's a good chance that he's going to be walking in the door at midnight, which is coincidentally the best time for breakfast, especially when you're someone who sometimes has trouble sleeping. Which is why on this particular night Sarah is hanging out in the kitchen of Nonah 002, dishing out eggs and pancakes shaped like mutated animals (not punk at all, but it's a habit she got into when cooking for Kira and now she's kind of attached to the weirdly shaped pancakes) onto plates. She hasn't bothered making coffee, because another George pro: he makes his own.

She can't help but be kind of embarrassed when he walks in the door, because this is the kind of domestic crap that she can't help judging herself for, but… it's food. They're both up. They need to eat, yeah? Yeah. So she just clears her throat and shrugs, resisting the urge to tap her fingers nervously against the countertop. ]

Hey. Uh, I made breakfast.

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[coppelganger]

Half-naked cowboys, penises, and flowers, mostly.

[ She kind of wishes she was joking, but alas. Felix is gonna Felix. She mirrors George, leaning back in her chair. When she talks about Felix, her voice changes the tiniest bit, getting softer and almost lighter. He was clearly the best part of her not-great adolescence. ]

Fee's sarcastic, and he's more practical than I am. He's like my voice of reason a lot of the time. He was about six when S took him in, and we moved to Canada a year later, so he and I decided we'd be each other's real family. I used to beat the shit out of anyone who gave him trouble, and he'd always try to bail me out when I got in over my head. He's only 23, but in a lot of ways it's like he's got his life way more together than I do.

[ She feels a bit like she's not giving George the full picture, though, so she adds this last bit. ]

Don't get me wrong. He gets up to as much crazy shite as I did. He's just better at keeping his life from completely imploding. He's always been on good terms with Mrs. S, and I haven't, so he was kinda our go-between for a while.

[puppydoctor]

[George's smile just grows warmer and more content as she speaks. He loves the way her voice softens, and the comfort in her posture, and he loves hearing about Felix. He never had that strong of a bond with Ronny or Jerry, and part of him mourns for that. He's gone from their lives, and they'll be left to regret something that he could have tried to mend. But he's happy that Sarah did it right.]

Oh man, half-naked cowboys are one of my main interests. We'd have so much to talk about.

[But his joking smile quickly gives way to a genuine one.]

He sounds great. I'd love to meet him.

[coppelganger]

I wish he was here.

[ Then she nudges his foot with her own. ]

Why didn't you tell me you were into half-naked cowboys? We could've had some fun with that.

i'm so sorry

[puppydoctor]

Hey, I don't discriminate. Half-naked cowgirls are fine too.

[He nudges back.]

Or totally naked.

;) ;) ;)

[coppelganger]

[ She grins and gets up from her chair so she can straddle him on his. ]

I left my cowboy hat at home, unfortunately.

:O :O :O

[puppydoctor]

[Well, there goes any train of thought that he was potentially having. He stops in the middle of reaching for his coffee, and his hands quickly find her hips.]

That's fine, I've got a good imagination.

[coppelganger]

[ She kisses him, deeply, before pulling away. ]

Sorry. I'll let you get back to your food.

[puppydoctor]

[He makes a sound of disappointment at the loss of contact, and kneads his fingers into her hips, tugging her down against him slightly.]

It'd be just as good cold.

[coppelganger]

[ Leaning close again, and speaking in what she hopes is a verrry rational tone of voice. ]

See, this is why I need my own place. So we can do this and not have to worry about your housemates walking in on us.

[puppydoctor]

[He tilts his head to get at her neck, and loves the feeling of her breath on his ear.]

I gotta say, I kind of forgot they were here.

[coppelganger]

[ She laughs and starts to sing quietly in his ear. Her voice isn't anything special and she's not completely in tune, so she only makes it through a couple lines before she quits. Besides, George is kissing her neck, and that's very distracting. ]

The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls... make me noises for company...

[puppydoctor]

[He smiles into his kisses, wrapping an arm more tightly around her back to pull her closer. His teeth scrape against her skin, gently but with insistence. He's kind of a neck guy, okay?]

That would be kind of creepy if I wasn't so turned on right now.

[coppelganger]

Hey, don't diss The Clash.

[puppydoctor]

Wouldn't dream of it.

[He moves down to her collarbone.]

[coppelganger]

[ She sucks a sharp breath in and starts to rock gently against him. ]

Mm. Good.

[puppydoctor]

[He gives a muffled moan, sucking at the junction of her shoulder and her neck, and gently matches her movements. His hands move slowly, seeking out the bottom of her shirt, and then the skin beneath - but the slightest creak from above makes him pause. He looks up at the ceiling.]

Come on, just go back to sleep...

[coppelganger]

[ She freezes at the sound, but can't help laughing quietly. ]

Um. Maybe we should move.

[puppydoctor]

Maybe.

[He lets out a breath, holding her close to him as he mentally prepares to get up. It's going to take a lot of effort.]

... Is "frenzied passion" a good enough reason not to do these dishes right now?

[coppelganger]

We could leave a note.

[ She's not moving, though. ]

[puppydoctor]

[George gives a little laugh - he can't bring himself to move either, and lowers his head to press another lingering kiss to the side of her neck. Upstairs, there's finally the sound of a toilet flushing, and another creak as his unseen roommate heads back to bed.]

Oh my god.

[coppelganger]

I've gotta say, it's a bit exciting, knowing someone could walk in on us. Yeah?

[puppydoctor]

Yeah, we might miss this once you get your own place.

[coppelganger]

I think you just don't want me to leave.

[puppydoctor]

[He hides his reddening cheeks by pulling her closer and sliding his hands up the back of her shirt a bit.]

... Maybe?

[coppelganger]

[ She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, arching into his touch. It's hard to have a conversation like this when her mind's only on one thing. ]

We'll figure something.