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[rationalism]

could you come for a sleepover? some creepy guy is being creepy at me and i want company

– 🎬

[masticated]

sure can. nothin like getting another killer in your bed to protect you from the big bad wolf

[saber heads over to grace's room shortly with his tiger, baron, in tow. he knocks a couple times, quick raps against the door before he lets himself in.]

Yoo-hoo, Gracie. [baron wanders around the room first, taking a few curious sniffs here and there before circling back to settle down at the bedroom door, virtually blocking anyone from opening it. if they do, they're tripping over a 700lb cat ready to snag them.] He spooked you, huh? What'd he do?

[he talks as he slips off his shoes, then falls onto his back on her bed with an oof, looking in her direction.]

[rationalism]

[ that is actually exactly why she picked him, yes. but instead of saying that she sends him the middle finger emoji and a kiss emoji.

she's sitting up against the headboard, book open in her lap, and she reaches over to card her fingers through his hair once he's flopped down next to her. she avoids looking at the tiger. ]

He pinned a dead frog to my door frame. It's not even about me, he's using me to get to someone else and I don't think I'm actually that important, but.

[ he pinned a dead frog to her door frame and, despite her in laws, grace is just a normal girl and that shit is creepy. ]

[masticated]

A dead frog!

[feigned concern. his voice, like his face, is close to resolute blank.]

What's it about? [his phone gets pulled from his front pocket and he skims through angel's post again. what a pain in the ass– too much to wade through to fully grasp what he's really doing. with a soft grunt, he shifts himself closer, using her hip to prop his head like a pillow.] Looks like attention to me. You talk to him before this?

[rationalism]

[ she keeps playing with his hair now that he is so close. better then chewing her nails to stubs like fucking frodo. instead she gnaws on her lip so is it better? we don't know. ]

Yeah, he was asking me about what happens when you leave here, but I thought he was just some new guy trying to get the lay of the land.

[ and she's a sweet, obliging girl, happy to help! idiot. ]

[masticated]

Ah-huh...[half-listening, scrolling through conversations.] Oh, shit. You see this? Buffy left her video on. Damn, she's got a mean right hook.

[this is almost as good as armand's accidental livestream of killing someone.]

Hey, wanna have a threesome with me and Thresher?

[bro]

[rationalism]

[ she wonders if he'll even hear her answer since he's not fully paying attention. she only glances at the screen for a moment, she isn't a fan of violence personally. she couldn't even watch the fights in creed. ]

Sure.

[masticated]

[that grabs his attention! he peers up at her, lips parted in surprise. his thumbs are already working to pull up thresher's contact info to text her.]

Yeah?

[rationalism]

[ ah. he can multitask. ]

Why not? Might as well get something good out of this bullshit.

[masticated]

[selective hearing is his friend.]

I dunno where she is now, but you came up during FMK. [texting thresher now...] Tomorrow? We got some shit in our group we gotta figure out.

[his phone keeps buzzing, little pings of alerts appearing at the top of his screen that he has to keep sliding away.]

[rationalism]

[ she waves her hand. ]

Whenever. I've got nothing going on. You both picked fuck?

[masticated]

She picked marry, I picked fuck.

[he shrugs, turns his phone on silent and drops it face down on his chest.]

Both options get the same outcome. Do you know her? She's one of mine.

[rationalism]

[ she wonders who the other options were if thresher picked grace to marry. garbage, probably. ]

I figured, from the names. She said she'd do my book club.

[masticated]

Book club?

[scrunching his nose, like the possibility of that is out of the question, then he remembers how fond grace is of the library.]

What were you gonna read, Moby Dick?

[rationalism]

[ she bonks him on the head with the book she had in her lap. it's just some bodice ripper, a highland man that looks like a ginger fabio and a woman whose bodice is literally ripped. she enjoys trash! ]

The Hobbit. Don't worry, I won't ask you to join.

[masticated]

Hey–! What the fuck is this–

[the book is quickly snatched from her hand so he can look at the cover, whistling as he does.]

You readin' a naughty book, sweetheart? Men here aren't doin' you justice?

[rationalism]

I guess not.

[ she has no shame about her filthy book choices, she would read that at the breakfast table, so she just smiles sweetly at saber. ]

[masticated]

No? [on the edge of a laugh.] What happened, boyfriend can't keep up?