I'd say keep it coming since it's been a long week and my ego's taken a hit, but we should probably save something for a rainy day.
It's been a while since we sparred, hasn't it?
It's been a while since we sparred, hasn't it?
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( why not prolong the inevitable? he, for one, prefers it. more time to try and convince her she's better off finding someone decent! this endeavor is proving to be more of an ordeal than he'd anticipated, possibly because she obviously has terrible taste in men/dates/whatever. maybe ... .... ... he should screen some applicants ... ... ...
but he knows better than to say so. )
Hell no. Chocolate.
but he knows better than to say so. )
Hell no. Chocolate.
And yet I somehow manage to get points in, every single time.
( not that this is what she meant, probably -- but he does, in fact, pull his punches to an even greater degree than warranted by the fact sparring's for "fun". he has, in fact, made sure it's been a while since they sparred. mostly because he's always assumed seeing his fist flying toward her face brought about entirely different associations than the ones she's hinting at now. also, because he hates seeing his fist fly at her face. sparring isn't exactly his idea of "fun". he'd be perfectly happy letting any martial skill he ever possessed wither and atrophy. unfortunately, it's all second nature, by now. possibly the truest nature he's ever possessed.
watching her get sweaty, on the other hand -- and maybe ending up wrestling on the mat a bit? doesn't sound half bad. )
What I'm hearing is that you get distracted by your "objective observation" of my good looks. I'll take that, too. It's been a long week.
You want to really distract me from my misfortune?
( not that this is what she meant, probably -- but he does, in fact, pull his punches to an even greater degree than warranted by the fact sparring's for "fun". he has, in fact, made sure it's been a while since they sparred. mostly because he's always assumed seeing his fist flying toward her face brought about entirely different associations than the ones she's hinting at now. also, because he hates seeing his fist fly at her face. sparring isn't exactly his idea of "fun". he'd be perfectly happy letting any martial skill he ever possessed wither and atrophy. unfortunately, it's all second nature, by now. possibly the truest nature he's ever possessed.
watching her get sweaty, on the other hand -- and maybe ending up wrestling on the mat a bit? doesn't sound half bad. )
What I'm hearing is that you get distracted by your "objective observation" of my good looks. I'll take that, too. It's been a long week.
You want to really distract me from my misfortune?
( she's stalling, she's kidding (hopefully), he's aware. but it gives him the perfect opportunity to remind himself of a few things. 1 - she'd be a damn fool to trust him. 2 - flirting is counterproductive to being a good person and redirecting her attentions. )
I'm going to give you some advice and I truly hope you'll take it to heart: Never, ever send a sexy pic to a guy you feel compelled to ask that question.
( unless she wants to add someone to his hit list and he's trying to Be Better. )
What I was about to suggest was totally different, anyway
I'm going to give you some advice and I truly hope you'll take it to heart: Never, ever send a sexy pic to a guy you feel compelled to ask that question.
( unless she wants to add someone to his hit list and he's trying to Be Better. )
What I was about to suggest was totally different, anyway
I wouldn't want to ruin with your post-shit-date binge session by requiring you to share directly out of the container. Maybe I'll just come for the company. And settle for pumpkin spice. I do like pumpkin spice. Generally in coffee or pastry form, but still.
What movie?
What movie?
( oh, no.
why'd she have to go and do a thing like that?
why'd she have to stoke the cooling embers in his bombed-out shell of a chest? why'd she have to send him something so precious he'd never even consider deleting it? why'd she have to look so sad, so vulnerable, so impossibly lovely? so inviting he aches to touch her, and he can clearly imagine himself kneeling next to her bed and tucking her hair behind her ear, leaning in for the stupid fucking kiss he's been daydreaming about since he was a goddamned kid?
a full five minutes of staring later, )
I'm keeping it. You in bed already?
why'd she have to go and do a thing like that?
why'd she have to stoke the cooling embers in his bombed-out shell of a chest? why'd she have to send him something so precious he'd never even consider deleting it? why'd she have to look so sad, so vulnerable, so impossibly lovely? so inviting he aches to touch her, and he can clearly imagine himself kneeling next to her bed and tucking her hair behind her ear, leaning in for the stupid fucking kiss he's been daydreaming about since he was a goddamned kid?
a full five minutes of staring later, )
I'm keeping it. You in bed already?
( oh, he can't wait to shit talk her date. she hasn't had a single one he hasn't internally shit talked, dog cussed, and imagined beating up a little, so externalizing a bit of that will be ... cathartic.
he's throwing on his jacket, getting ready to sneak a cigarette and then head over, but he's also amused and curious, so: ) Out of all the background movies you could've picked, you went with that one. Gotta be a reason.
he's throwing on his jacket, getting ready to sneak a cigarette and then head over, but he's also amused and curious, so: ) Out of all the background movies you could've picked, you went with that one. Gotta be a reason.


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