Francine Peters (
thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-06-04 11:46 pm
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Room 407, Thursday Night
What's worse than naked? Spandex. No, seriously. Spandex with no ice cream. Spandex with boys being weird. Spandex that won't come off and also is confusing and troubling and tiny and blonde and now there needs to be a boy. Right now.
What's better than naked? To be honest, as Merlin hurried her across the hall and into his room Francine was having a hard time coming up (dirty) with an answer to that. ...Or maybe Merlin was just happy to see her.
[OOC: Ahem. See mood.]
What's better than naked? To be honest, as Merlin hurried her across the hall and into his room Francine was having a hard time coming up (dirty) with an answer to that. ...Or maybe Merlin was just happy to see her.
[OOC: Ahem. See mood.]
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And then, you know, oxygen entered her brain and she realized that she could do all that and still not suffocate, so yay. "The lights are out." See how powers of observation improve with respiration?
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Merlin pulled away from here and... stared down at himself. "Um."
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And stared.
And then broke up into incoherent wheezing.
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She tilted her head and studied it, as only the completely sex-mindless can do. In the dark when no one can see their faces. "Hunh. It's actually kind of pretty that way."