[ She doesn't have to ask him twice. He drops what he's doing and brings along his phone from home, charger, earbuds, and that ounce of coke in case she changes her mind. Then, he heads on up to her room -- arriving within a matter of minutes and knocking on the door. ]
Smiling, she sits up, smoothing down her hair after setting her phone onto one of her nightstands and turning on a lamp. Then her face blanches. Oh.
Her other nightstand, a.k.a. her miniature shrine, was probably going to generate some questions if she didn't do something about it. After spending a moment frozen with indecision, she shoves most of the objects down into the lower drawer--notebooks, pens, a gaudy bow, and a bunch of other random things she'd collected. The two bottles of alcohol, one 1/4 full, the other untouched, would have to stay. She can already hear knocking in the distance.
Monika zooms out into the common area and opens the door, looking far too out of breath for such a short journey. ]
Hi~ You--you move fast! Ahaha!
[ After letting him in, she turns to lead them to her room, wincing when he can't see her face. Clearing the nightstand had used up what precious time she'd wanted to use to freshen up a little. Darn it.
Once they're in her room, she pushes the door shut mostly by thumping her body against it. She maybe should, you know, think before she leaps into things. ]
Sorry. It's a little messy.
[ It's got all the signs of a former literature club president strewn around, and lots of cutesy things, but nothing to warrant such a comment. It's almost too clean in some ways. But hey, it's only the second time she's invited someone into her room. She gets self-conscious sometimes!
She steps away from the door, hovering near him, fiddling with one sleeve of her pink pajamas. ]
Can I get you anything? Not that there's much to get, but--I mean. Erm.
[ He's there, arm resting against the door frame when she opens it, a smirk of greeting flickering onto his face. Technical Boy trails past the threshold at her invitation, eyeing the area with mild interest. His room is far more cramped and it's good to know she has some privacy here. He might have had to use the time while she was sleeping to strangle the other guys in her room if they were as close together as they are in his. ]
What mess?
[ He asks when he enters her chamber. Nothing is terribly out of place. Everything is organized. It has a charm that fits her character with the cutesy trinkets. The area is committed to memory, saved and stored.
Not one to mess things up (he likes things organized and archived), he shrugs off his jacket and after taking out a few things from the pockets, he folds it up to rest on a chair before stacking his items on the stand beside her bed. Phone. Earbuds. White powder. Rolled up dollar bill. A dust covered credit card. ]
I'm good. I got all I want right in front of me.
[ His hand reaches out to allow the silk of her hair to run between his fingers like a waterfall. ]
I like it. You look cute at night, all ready for bed and shit.
[ Her eyes immediately snap to the things he's put down. They went right onto the recently cleared off nightstand. It's taking everything she has not to wildly sweep it all to the floor. That was sacred ground!
With effort, she drags her gaze away and back to him, though her eyes do keep darting back every now and then. ]
My bed's kind of messed up...
[ Probably from all the flailing he'd made her do. But it's all forgotten once his fingers snake through her hair. Her eyes shut momentarily in pleasure. ]
Are you saying I don't look cute during the day? [ She sticks her tongue out teasingly before wrapping him up in a hug. ] And I was ready for bed until someone changed that.
[ He gets a look before she gives up on trying to ignore her desecrated shrine. She doesn't throw everything off, but she does work meticulously to brush away the microscopic traces of white powder that had fallen off the credit card. ]
Make yourself comfortable, okay? Just gonna...fix this...
[ She's grabbed a library book and is using it as barrier to stack his stuff on top of. More cleaning would have to come later. ]
You look cute all the time. I like that this is effortless -- how you go to bed and wake up.
[ He doesn't argue as she goes to reorganize her stand. It's her space, she can do what she pleases. Though as soon as they climb into bed, he'll be grabbing his phone and earbuds. He settles onto a chair to unlace his shoes, removing them and stacking them near hers. His arms move to the bottom of his shirt, pausing. ]
Should I get undressed? I mean, not like fully naked, but...
[ That's how people sleep, right? Men sleep in their underwear. If he's going to pretend to be a regular person, maybe he should do regular person things. It lets them pretend they're just two humans in love, right? ]
But I won't if that'll make you uncomfortable.
[ Look at him being considerate. Of course, he's also trying very hard not to get kicked out of her room now that she let him in. ]
[ She pauses in the middle of lining everything up to smile at him. ] If you keep talking like that, I'll have no choice but to forgive you for waking me up~
[ Once she's satisfied that everything's to her liking, she sits on her bed and gives him a curious look at his question. ]
Shouldn't I be asking you if it'd make you uncomfortable?
[ With a light shrug, she pulls her legs up and swings her hair over her shoulder to get it out of the way. ] Do whatever you want, darling. It's nothing I haven't seen before! Ahaha!
[ Ahh, it feels nice to say that, like she's cool and mature. As she scoots back to get comfortable again, she giggles. ] I'm definitely not going to complain~
[ A mild jealousy prickles beneath his skin at the easy way she says this. It's nothing I haven't seen before. With that easy going laugh of hers. Logically, he knows he has no place for that jealousy. She had a life before he came into hers. And hell, by virtue of what he is -- he's seen a lot himself. Breasts, for example, wouldn't make him uncomfortable on their own -- but hers may.
He shakes off the uneasy thoughts. Heavy silence blankets them. Then, he removes his shirt and pants, folding them up and putting them with his jacket. Tech Boy is left in his geometric underwear as he approaches and crawls into bed with her, stretching out his arm so she can fold into his chest.
His heart is already jackhammering from the stimulants he snorted, but it beats even harder at the comfortable intimacy. ]
I got some music from home.
[ He abruptly says, reaching over for his phone and earbuds. One is offered to her. ]
If you wanna listen while you relax. I can play you that song I was quoting. Was listening to it earlier and couldn't get you off my mind.
[ The words come easily, yes, but that doesn't make the experience of seeing someone so intimately any less amazing to her. Monika's watching him quite openly as he undresses, her mouth falling open slightly as more and more gets revealed. The underwear definitely don't help, acting like a giant flashing STARE HERE sign. In short, by the time he joins her in bed, she's feeling pretty warm.
Yep. That'll never get old. ]
I feel so overdressed now. Ahaha.
[ But regardless of how hot her cheeks feel, she eagerly curls up next to him to soak up his warmth. After inhaling his scent, she breathes out a contented sigh as the familiar crackle of energy lights up her skin wherever she touches. For a good while, she just enjoys his closeness, his comfort. ]
I'd love to listen to something with you. It'll make it more special. [ Tilting her head up, she smiles at him as she takes the earbud and puts it in her ear. The other focuses on his fast-beating heart. ] Of course, if I had my way, I'd be playing you a song, but I've yet to come across a piano here.
[ His chest gets a light poke as she snorts in amusement. ] And, by the way? You weren't quoting it. You were spamming it. I was having a really nice dream, you know!
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There she is. Have a good nap?
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sure. greatest nap of my life! 😊
[ Was the sarcasm obvious? She'd make more effort if her brain weren't so dead. ]
will i get another one soon maybe?
[ She senses the answer is no, but a girl can dream. Or not... ]
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an ounce of what?
[ She's an innocent. He should know this by now. ]
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Cocaine.
[ Which would explain why he can't leave her alone tonight. ]
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[ The message would've come sooner if she hadn't drifted off for a few minutes. She's awake again now for sure. ]
i'm good thanks......
i'll stay up the normal way
[ Probably by occupying herself with wondering about his drug usage. ]
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[ More for him! ]
Been imagining what life would be like with you in a normal place.
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all night? i could hardly handle a few hours!! 😂
it'd be nice to see a limo though...and a real sunrise.....
the dress would be green though 😘😘 and not too little!
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maybe the shoes can be blue
or maybe my hair ribbon
[ Yes, she's trying to dictate what goes on in someone else's fantasy. She's allowed. ]
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[ WOULDN'T IT BE NICE TO BE DOING THAT? ]
it's a little cumbersome otherwise since it's so long. it's not as easy to keep tamed when i'm outside of a video game you know 😜
but maybe one day i'll wear it out, just for you ❤️❤️❤️
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[ He says like he's thousands of miles away and didn't just see her that afternoon. ]
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i miss you too...... 💔💔
i'm sorry i have to be human for a while every day 😅 i'd never leave your side otherwise ❤️❤️❤️
[ Well, for the most part. She had other people to see, too. But that's not important. ]
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why don't you come to my room right now? take a break from your roommates 😉
[ Ones she's pretty jealous of. They're much too close to him, from what she remembers of the cramped temporary rooms. ]
as long as you keep your...whatever it is you do with cocaine quiet, i don't mind
[ As much as she's enjoying all the sweet talk...burying her face into her pillows still sounds sweeter. ]
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[ She doesn't have to ask him twice. He drops what he's doing and brings along his phone from home, charger, earbuds, and that ounce of coke in case she changes her mind. Then, he heads on up to her room -- arriving within a matter of minutes and knocking on the door. ]
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[ Well. That was easy!
Smiling, she sits up, smoothing down her hair after setting her phone onto one of her nightstands and turning on a lamp. Then her face blanches. Oh.
Her other nightstand, a.k.a. her miniature shrine, was probably going to generate some questions if she didn't do something about it. After spending a moment frozen with indecision, she shoves most of the objects down into the lower drawer--notebooks, pens, a gaudy bow, and a bunch of other random things she'd collected. The two bottles of alcohol, one 1/4 full, the other untouched, would have to stay. She can already hear knocking in the distance.
Monika zooms out into the common area and opens the door, looking far too out of breath for such a short journey. ]
Hi~ You--you move fast! Ahaha!
[ After letting him in, she turns to lead them to her room, wincing when he can't see her face. Clearing the nightstand had used up what precious time she'd wanted to use to freshen up a little. Darn it.
Once they're in her room, she pushes the door shut mostly by thumping her body against it. She maybe should, you know, think before she leaps into things. ]
Sorry. It's a little messy.
[ It's got all the signs of a former literature club president strewn around, and lots of cutesy things, but nothing to warrant such a comment. It's almost too clean in some ways. But hey, it's only the second time she's invited someone into her room. She gets self-conscious sometimes!
She steps away from the door, hovering near him, fiddling with one sleeve of her pink pajamas. ]
Can I get you anything? Not that there's much to get, but--I mean. Erm.
[ Why was she so nervous all of a sudden?! ]
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What mess?
[ He asks when he enters her chamber. Nothing is terribly out of place. Everything is organized. It has a charm that fits her character with the cutesy trinkets. The area is committed to memory, saved and stored.
Not one to mess things up (he likes things organized and archived), he shrugs off his jacket and after taking out a few things from the pockets, he folds it up to rest on a chair before stacking his items on the stand beside her bed. Phone. Earbuds. White powder. Rolled up dollar bill. A dust covered credit card. ]
I'm good. I got all I want right in front of me.
[ His hand reaches out to allow the silk of her hair to run between his fingers like a waterfall. ]
I like it. You look cute at night, all ready for bed and shit.
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With effort, she drags her gaze away and back to him, though her eyes do keep darting back every now and then. ]
My bed's kind of messed up...
[ Probably from all the flailing he'd made her do. But it's all forgotten once his fingers snake through her hair. Her eyes shut momentarily in pleasure. ]
Are you saying I don't look cute during the day? [ She sticks her tongue out teasingly before wrapping him up in a hug. ] And I was ready for bed until someone changed that.
[ He gets a look before she gives up on trying to ignore her desecrated shrine. She doesn't throw everything off, but she does work meticulously to brush away the microscopic traces of white powder that had fallen off the credit card. ]
Make yourself comfortable, okay? Just gonna...fix this...
[ She's grabbed a library book and is using it as barrier to stack his stuff on top of. More cleaning would have to come later. ]
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[ He doesn't argue as she goes to reorganize her stand. It's her space, she can do what she pleases. Though as soon as they climb into bed, he'll be grabbing his phone and earbuds. He settles onto a chair to unlace his shoes, removing them and stacking them near hers. His arms move to the bottom of his shirt, pausing. ]
Should I get undressed? I mean, not like fully naked, but...
[ That's how people sleep, right? Men sleep in their underwear. If he's going to pretend to be a regular person, maybe he should do regular person things. It lets them pretend they're just two humans in love, right? ]
But I won't if that'll make you uncomfortable.
[ Look at him being considerate. Of course, he's also trying very hard not to get kicked out of her room now that she let him in. ]
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[ Once she's satisfied that everything's to her liking, she sits on her bed and gives him a curious look at his question. ]
Shouldn't I be asking you if it'd make you uncomfortable?
[ With a light shrug, she pulls her legs up and swings her hair over her shoulder to get it out of the way. ] Do whatever you want, darling. It's nothing I haven't seen before! Ahaha!
[ Ahh, it feels nice to say that, like she's cool and mature. As she scoots back to get comfortable again, she giggles. ] I'm definitely not going to complain~
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He shakes off the uneasy thoughts. Heavy silence blankets them. Then, he removes his shirt and pants, folding them up and putting them with his jacket. Tech Boy is left in his geometric underwear as he approaches and crawls into bed with her, stretching out his arm so she can fold into his chest.
His heart is already jackhammering from the stimulants he snorted, but it beats even harder at the comfortable intimacy. ]
I got some music from home.
[ He abruptly says, reaching over for his phone and earbuds. One is offered to her. ]
If you wanna listen while you relax. I can play you that song I was quoting. Was listening to it earlier and couldn't get you off my mind.
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Yep. That'll never get old. ]
I feel so overdressed now. Ahaha.
[ But regardless of how hot her cheeks feel, she eagerly curls up next to him to soak up his warmth. After inhaling his scent, she breathes out a contented sigh as the familiar crackle of energy lights up her skin wherever she touches. For a good while, she just enjoys his closeness, his comfort. ]
I'd love to listen to something with you. It'll make it more special. [ Tilting her head up, she smiles at him as she takes the earbud and puts it in her ear. The other focuses on his fast-beating heart. ] Of course, if I had my way, I'd be playing you a song, but I've yet to come across a piano here.
[ His chest gets a light poke as she snorts in amusement. ] And, by the way? You weren't quoting it. You were spamming it. I was having a really nice dream, you know!
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