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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 11, 2013 6:53:44 GMT -8
So moving two people into the same apartment was a lot more hectic than she had anticipated.
Julie frowned at the chaos of boxes. How did only two people manage to have so much crap in the first place? She hadn't thought she owned that much, until she had to pack it all into boxes. And then you added all of Colin's stuff to the mix, it led to a city of box towers throughout their new apartment. (Their new apartment- the one they were going to be sharing and living in together starting today. Her heart fluttered at the thought, and she smiled softly to herself.)
It was a tiny place, but it suited their needs just fine. They were tiny people, after all, it's not like they needed a lot of space in the first place. Besides, her boyfriend was just going to end up vegging out on the couch or bed with his laptop most of the time, and she sincerely doubted she was going to be home that much in the first place, so it all worked out in the end. It was within their price range too, and given that they really couldn't afford anything extravagant since they were just students, this was probably about as good as it was going to get.
If you wanted to be generous, you'd call the apartment 'cozy' at best. Upon first entering the flat, you found yourself immediately in the conjoined kitchen and dining room, complete with several windows looking out on the street below and boxes stacked high throughout the room. There was one bathroom off to the side, and two bedrooms, though one of them was so small and cramped she couldn't imagine fitting even a couch in it, never mind a bed. She and Colin had long since agreed that that was going to be their dumping ground, because that was probably all it was good for. Wood floors, plain white walls, no furniture whatsoever to speak of: this was the epitome of two nearly broke working college students moving in together.
To be honest, they probably should have had some kind of plan when going into this. Woops. She didn't even know where Colin was in this mess, but she figured if a tower of boxes had collapsed on him she would have heard him by now. He couldn't possibly be crushed to death under one of these, right? But what if he was? Then she'd have to pay the rent all by her lonesome, and that just wouldn't do at all. As much as she'd love to replace him with Colin the Second, Colin the First did have his uses, like taking her on dates and buying her food. And sadly, Colin the Second was a stuffed dog, so all he was good for was cuddles.
Someday, science would be able to engineer a living, breathing stuffed dog for her, but until that day she was stuck with the next best thing. Thankfully she was head over heels for him.
Walking carefully between two precariously stacked box towers, Julie dropped to her knees by one of Colin's boxes. Curious, she slowly opened it, only to blanch at the sight waiting for her. "Colin," she called out, her expression a mixture of confusion and amusement, "Why do you have a box full of nothing but plaid in here?" She sifted aside one of the shirts, just to reaffirm what she was looking at: the entire box was full of plaid. Nothing but plaid. Colin why.
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28th April 2012, 10:00 am
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Post by COLIN COX on May 11, 2013 7:56:14 GMT -8
The rational thing to do the night before would have been to go home, close his eyes, and get some sleep before the big move ahead. Naturally, Colin had decided to do the exact opposite. Even though he and Julie had parted ways at about 11 last night, he'd ended up on Tumblr until four in the morning, arguing with someone who tried to claim that there was no need for symbolism in writing. Much as he did enjoy the thought of being able to wake up the next morning and be pumped full of energy, his sense of justice would not have allowed him to go to sleep. There was somebody that was wrong on the Internet, and he felt a need to at least voice his opinion before the indignation simmered to a point where it would explode in the form of thunder, lightning, and burning trees like an attack in a video game.
Okay, he really needed sleep.
Some day, he would be able to put his love of books aside and put exercise rationality in his actions. But yesterday was not that day, and today wasn't looking good either. Neither was the next day, nor the day after that, and he was certainly going to pay for this mistake through extreme tiredness and the overwhelming sensation of wanting to drag his face across the floor. Three cups of tea in the morning were not sufficient to remedy a mess that could only be created by insufficient sleep, and Colin was absolutely exhausted. But what needed to be done certainly needed to be done, and he had managed to move in with considerable effort.
At that moment, Colin was leaning on a wall, hiding behind a stack of boxes to try to hide his tiredness. His eyes were shut and his stance was relaxed while he took this opportunity to have a quick nap. Sure, he had been excited for the part where he would be living in the same house as Julie, but not so much for the part where they had to pack everything into boxes and then pack them out again. A small sigh escaped his lips as he jolted himself awake, fixing his gaze on the box that was on top. If Julie knew that most of these contained books and mostly books, she was probably going to laugh. Then again, she would find out soon enough. A voice like the tingling of bells jolted him out of his thoughts, and he glanced over towards its direction to see his girlfriend kneeling by one of his boxes, looking through his clothes. It began. A small smile crept onto his face as he walked up towards her, kneeling next to the girl and patting her on the back.
"They're easy to match and comfortable to wear." That, and he was far too lazy to give any real thought about what he was going to put on in the mornings. "It's not like I have a lot of stuff, anyway." Colin flopped over to the side, resting his head on hers, burying his face in tousled blonde locks.
"Julie, why didn't I get some proper sleep last night?" Then again, he asked himself the same question every single day.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 11, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -8
"But there's nothing but plaid in here..." Julie barely glanced up at Colin as he sat down next to her. She moved aside shirt after shirt, but all she could see was a sea of plaid. Nothing but plaid as far as the eye could see. One shirt in particular caught her eye, and she let out a snort of laughter at the sight of it. Fishing the red and green plaid shirt out of the box, she held it up before turning to face him, her eyebrows raised in silent exasperation. "Really?"
A Christmas shirt.
Really.
She knew he wore a lot of plaid- how could she not notice after dating him for 2 years? But to see it all contained in one place like this was slightly overwhelming. Even his boxers were plaid, dear lord. She was going to have to take him shopping and soon, because this was completely unacceptable. He at least needed some clothes that weren't plaid, otherwise she might just seriously disassociate herself from him. (That was a lie, she could never do that. Besides, he did have clothes that weren't plaid, they were just rare. Extremely, extremely rare. Like diamonds in the rough.)
She stopped what she was doing long enough to rub her forehead against his, smiling slightly at the exhausted tone in his voice. "Because you're an idiot." What could she say, Colin was stupid. Oh don't get her wrong, he could be smart when he wanted to, but boy did she wonder about his lack of common sense and good judgement sometimes. But he was her idiot, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
She stayed like that for a moment, her forehead pressed against his, before moving on her knees to the next box. "I'm just going to make an educated guess that this box is going to be full of books." She remarked cheerfully, not bothering to wait for confirmation before opening the box to find--- "Called it." She sounded oh so smug as she stared down at the stacked books. Books books books. There was guaranteed to be more books than there was plaid, that was for sure. Especially considering how Colin probably had boxes worth of books here. Just the thought of where they were going to keep them all without creating a fire hazard made her head hurt.
"I think we're going to end up having floor to ceiling book shelves in the dump room." She mused aloud, picking up a book and staring blankly at the cover before plopping it back down amongst it's brethren. That must have been one that he bought in Europe, because she was pretty sure English wasn't supposed to look like that. They were going to end up spending a lot of money on book shelves, she could already tell. And knowing her boyfriend's spending habits, this wasn't going to be the end of it, either. They were going to drown in literature.
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Post by COLIN COX on May 11, 2013 19:30:41 GMT -8
"I only wear this one once a year. You've seen it before," Colin mumbled into Julie's hair. He'd gotten the shirt as a gag Christmas gift from his dad when he was sixteen, when the plaid thing had been going on for about three or four months or so. At first, it had been a matter of convenience, but at this point he was going to have to fight tooth and nail if someone was trying to rip the checkered shirts off his back. Unless the person was Julie, in which case he certainly wasn't complaining-- okay, not an appropriate time. He gave his girlfriend an affectionate nudge to her side.
"If I'm an idiot, what does that say about you?" A small smile surfaced on his lips as she rubbed her forehead against his. "You're not one to talk." It was true. She had done a disproportionately large number of stupid things in her lifetime, a number rivaled only by the amount of books he had read. There had been so many nights swapping stories and laughing at their childhood selves, though in terms of actual stupid things he was pretty certain that he could rival her. He'd been an emotionally turbulent teenager, and it was arguable that he still held some vestiges of that even at his current age. There had been so many occasions where he'd listened to his heart over his head despite all outward appearances, and he was just glad that Julie accepted him for all the stupid that he was. Watching as Julie moved on to the next box, Colin couldn't help but quirk a smile. Of course this box was full of books.
And the next, and the next one after that, and the one after that too, and maybe one half-filled. His roommate in college hadn't been a particularly opinionated person, but even he had made a couple of snide remarks about opening a book museum in their dorm room and charging people for entry. Getting up onto his feet, Colin walked up to where Julie was kneeling, before planting his butt down next to her, crossing his legs as she flipped through the pages of one of the books.
"I got that one from Russia, actually. I've been trying to plow through it but it's proving to be difficult. Here, let me read you a bit," he said, taking the leather-bound tome from her hands and flipping to a random page. He loved the sound of language, how the words flowed, how the letters and phrases rolled into each other to form different sounds. "Аво́сь да как-нибу́дь до добра́ не доведу́т. Draw not your bow until your arrow is fixed. It's a saying that means that you don't think about maybes and somehows; better to have something solid ahead of you before you make a dumb decision."
"Advice I could probably heed." Colin smiled, squeezing Julie's hand. "Though I wouldn't have made a lot of the decisions I've made if I had abided by that law." For instance, he wouldn't be here with her, watching as she invaded his privacy by opening box after box after box. He didn't mind though; it wasn't as though she wasn't going to discover the full contents of his belongings bit by bit. Sad to say, he had only two small boxes of belongings save for his books and clothes-- Colin didn't need a lot of material things to be kept happy, but he really did need his books. And, apparently, plaid shirts and boxers. At least he didn't own any plaid pants or binders, or he was certain that Julie would have kicked him out of the house.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 12, 2013 20:08:23 GMT -8
"Obviously I'm the biggest idiot of them all." She replied lightly, a grin on her lips as she nudged him back. Number one on her disproportionately large list of stupid things she had done in her lifetime was fall for a plaid-wearing bibliophile. She had to be the world's biggest idiot to do something like that, after all. Ah well, thankfully Colin didn't like her for her brains, otherwise this relationship would never have lasted beyond a few months. He only liked her for her looks and her ice cream, that was as clear as day. She could never grow old, otherwise he'd stop liking her, kick her to the curb, and trade her in for some new girl. Liek dis if u crai evry tiem. :'(
(Just kidding.)
She shook her head slightly as he spoke; she wasn't going to lie, sometimes she was just plain flabbergasted by her boyfriend's behavior. Only Colin would buy books in a language he didn't completely know or understand. They did travel across Europe together, she would know better than anyone. He had made a point to buy a book in every country that they visited. It was the single most strangest thing she had probably ever witnessed in her life, and she had grown up in New York. He read some of the book to her, and Julie just smiled as he dove right away in to blabbering about the passage with all the enthusiasm of a little kid. Shut up, it was adorable.
"What if you're reading it wrong though? For all you know it could say 'suck my huge Russian dick, Vladimir.'" She leaned into him, her chin on his shoulder as she continued talking aimlessly, her tone as teasing as ever as she spoke. "What if that's actually a Russian romance novel? Like, the Russian version of Fifty Shades of Grey. You could be reading mommy porn and not have a clue." She was spouting nonsense and lies now and she knew it, but Julie didn't particularly care. It was fun poking fun at him, is all.
Speaking of poking, she reached up and poked his cheek with a delicate finger, a small smile on her face as she remarked, "You definitely need more sleep, you're acting all squishy and it's freaking me out." She squeezed his hand in return nevertheless, before slipping her hand out of his so she could once again move across the floor on her knees to the next box. "Alright, books again in 3, 2, 1..." She popped open the box with a dramatic flourish, only to freeze in place when she finally registered just what she was seeing in the box. She blinked, once, twice, three times, before the confused look on her face was replaced by a blank expression.
Cereal.
Boxes and boxes of cereal.
The box was full of nothing but cereal.
"... Colin."
She slowly reached into the box and took one of the cereal boxes out, not quite believing what she was seeing as she stared down at the logo across the front. This had to be some kind of joke, right? A prank he was playing on her? Because why in the world would anyone buy so many boxes of cereal, unless they were absolutely off their rocker? Turning to face him, Julie held up the box of cereal, completely deadpan as she stared at him.
"Colin why."
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Post by COLIN COX on May 12, 2013 22:43:16 GMT -8
To justify his book-buying habits, Colin did understand some Russian. Hungarian was supposedly similar to Russian, though he hadn't had time to experiment by reading that book yet. As for the book he'd bought in France, it had been a first edition copy of Les Miserables in the original language. Yes, first edition. Why wouldn't anyone, even a non-bibliomaniac, buy that? If he did somehow manage to bear to part with it, he was certain that he could fetch a pretty penny or two. He couldn't help but roll his eyes like a teenage girl at the insinuation that he was secretly reading Russian porn.
"Very funny, Julie. I actually do understand the language, you know." Though he was much better at speaking it than reading it, certainly, and even so, not very adept at that either. Ploughing through this book was certainly proving to be a task. Why hadn't he tried to brush up on his Russian when he had been younger? Dumb decisions that he would never quite hope to understand.
"It's about a boy who gets lost at sea and has to find his way home using only a compass and the stars. It's pretty good, even if it takes me forever to understand it. And before you say that I'm probably just reading it all wrong and that it's porn, I've dictionary-checked most of the words and I see nothing about giant Russian cocks." He pouted like a three-year-old when she poked his cheek, before she moved to the next box, expecting books. Now it was his turn to snort as she opened the box with a dramatic flourish. She was certainly not going to expect to see what she was going to see--
No, she certainly hadn't.
Colin quirked a small smile as Julie stared at the boxes and boxes, completely flabbergasted. She certainly hadn't been expecting cereal, sure, but her expression... "You look like a fish with the way your mouth is hanging open." Best boyfriend in the world. Colin got up from where he was sitting, but not before gingerly laying the book back where it came from; the precious tome would get some air later, but not before he explained the cereal to his girlfriend.
"Marks and Spencer's Triple Chocolate Crunch. I shipped thirty boxes back from England before I left. Here," he said, reaching over and taking the half-opened box from Julie, "You should try some." Colin stuck his hand into the box, pulling out a handful of wheat clusters with chocolate bits. He took some of them with his other hand, before offering his outstretched palm to the other blonde. "Here, they're delicious. You can't get them here-- I ate at least ten boxes in the first term after I got back. There's more where this came from."
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 13, 2013 7:39:56 GMT -8
She looked up and met his amused gaze, shutting her mouth before opening it again as if to say something. Nothing came out, however, because she was at a complete loss for words. For once, Julie was speechless. She had no snarky comment to supply for this situation; there were no words to describe this at all except for why. She stared at him, then glanced back down at the box, trying to process just what, exactly, she was looking at.
"Thirty?" Her head snapped around so fast, it was a wonder she didn't break her neck. She stared at him, not quite believing what he was saying, but he wouldn't be joking about something like this, right? The evidence was right there in front of her, after all, but 30 boxes of cereal? It could possibly be that good. "And you ate... ten of them-" So she was looking at a box of 20 boxes of cereal. That Colin had actually spent money on.
She stared from his face, down to the cereal he was offering her in his hand, then back up to his face again.
No. She was having no part in this. He could keep his cereal, she had obviously underestimated just how weird her boyfriend actually was because really, who bought 30 boxes of cereal? She was done, she was so done with this. Julie stared at him for a moment before she crawled back to the first box and grabbed the Christmas plaid shirt still sitting on the top. She then proceeded to flop down on the floor, using the shirt as a pillow.
"I'm dating a psychopath." She mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, staring straight ahead at the wall in front of her, overrun by despair. She really was the world's biggest idiot. How could she have been dating a psychopath for so long and never have noticed until just now? She had always blown off those warnings about meeting up with people on the Internet in real life, but obviously they had some merit to them after all. She should have heeded stranger danger. How could she do this to herself? And now she was far too gone to break up with him- he had actually tricked her into a false sense of security, and then he sprang the cereal gambit on her and showed his true colors. She should never have moved to LA. This was all one big mistake. "Someone please put me out of my misery, I can't go on anymore."
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Post by COLIN COX on May 13, 2013 13:58:37 GMT -8
A large grin surfaced on soft features as he watched Julie glance at the cereal in his hand, then at the box, then at the cereal. He wasn't doing a very good job of hiding his utter amusement, he thought as he let out a snort; then again, there was absolutely no need to. He could laugh all he wanted at Julie's misery without having to hide the fact that he was deriving only the most sadistic pleasure out of it, and right now her expression was absolutely priceless.
"It's good cereal, and it would have been cheaper to buy it there and ship it back." Colin brought the entire handful of cereal up to his mouth, stuffing his cheeks with them like a squirrel. Most people would never have seen such undignified behaviour from him, and to be fair, it wasn't really in his nature to do that kind of thing even in front of Julie, but it would just add to the effect. Whoever said that he couldn't troll himself once in a while? He had clearly been hanging out with his girlfriend a little too much, and the continuous exposure from this point on wasn't going to do him any better. Oh well. What did he always say to her?
Right, no take backs.
Colin swallowed the cereal.
"Best I've ever had," he said, the smirk on his face only growing with every moment. "You really did take a while to realise, didn't you?" Walking over towards where Julie was lying on his plaid shirt, he bent over to bring himself slightly closer to her, but not too much. While the metaphor didn't exactly sound quite right considering their relationship, he did for a moment intend to come across as a fighter airplane circling its hapless victims. Maybe he should just give up his lifelong dream of joining the Navy Seals and sign up with the Air Force instead. Ha, ha, ha. (No.) Without warning, he leaned in even closer, before flopping down on top of Julie like she had done so many times to him in the past, declaring herself a glorious whale as she did so. Sitting on her triumphantly like a sir, he even took the liberty to pump his fists into the air.
"Suck my glorious Russian whale dick."
Now that was a side of him that nobody would ever witness, though he supposed it was also because of her influence. Admittedly, if he was any kind of whale, it would be a pygmy whale (not that Julie really was a blue whale herself, but details). Not so glorious or Russian, certainly. He bounced on her lightly, taking care not to hurt her as he did so, before asking another question:
"Cereal?"
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 13, 2013 16:20:47 GMT -8
"Two years. How did I not notice until now."
To be fair, Julie wasn't that miffed about the plaid or books or cereal. Sure, the cereal was a bit of a curve ball, but to be fair she was the same way about ice cream, so she didn't care all that much. As soon as they got a working fridge, she was going to fill the freezer with cartons and cartons of ice cream- so Colin could have his cereal, she could have her ice cream, and they'd live happily ever after with the two most important food groups in existence.
What, they were college students. They lived off of take out. The three basic food groups were pizza, ice cream, and cereal for all she cared.
She still remained where she was lying on the floor though, not bothering to move or get up. She was dead to the world. She didn't even offer a sarcastic reply to Colin as he loomed over her, grinning like this was the funniest thing he had seen in his entire life. Then again, he hadn't gotten much sleep last night, so to him this probably was the funniest shit he had ever seen in his entire life. She let out a slight 'buh' as he flopped over on top of her. "What did I ever do to deserve this." She asked the floor morosely.
This was all a game at this point, of course. Yes, really- of course Julie didn't think Colin was a psycopath. If he was a psycopath, then she had to be a maniac with the amount of money she had spent over the years on ice cream. And that was all her life; Colin was only just now getting obsessed with this cereal. There was still hope for him... just kidding, all hope was lost.
She couldn't stay like that forever though. She couldn't just let Colin flop on top of her like that for very long, he'd start getting ideas that it was going to be a regular occurence. In reality, flopping on top of the significant other was her thing, and she wasn't going to be usurped any time soon. "I'm not sucking anything, you dork. And I don't want any of your stupid cereal." With a heavy sigh, the only warning she gave him was a whining "Get oooooff," before she rolled over, effectively sending Colin to the floor.
And so order was restored to the kingdom once more, and the princess was once again was seated on her royal throne. She grinned down at Colin as she plopped on his stomach, entirely nonchalant as she remarked, cheerfully, "Well hi there!"
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Post by COLIN COX on May 13, 2013 16:44:25 GMT -8
He was the king of the castle, get down you dirty rascal. Get down, get down, get down-- okay, not for long. Colin groaned loudly as Julie rolled out from underneath him, falling butt-first onto the ground, breaking the fall of his upper body using his elbows. Before he had time to react, his girlfriend had established her usual position on top of him, smiling like the princess that she was. He thought of springing that nickname on her once again, but decided against it. Instead, he sighed, though he was still smiling. She did make him smile a great deal, much more than anyone else ever had, and he couldn't disguise just how much he truly loved it.
"Guess what I learned on the Internet last night while I wasn't sleeping." Even if she said she didn't want to know, he was going to tell her anyway. Sorry Julie, he wasn't sorry at all. "A dork is another name for a whale penis, as a matter of fact." Maybe he would take to saying 'suck my dork' instead of 'suck my dick', but it wasn't as though he had ever stated that in normal human discourse before this day. Besides, 'suck my dork' didn't have the same dramatic effect. It wasn't as though he was going to ever talk about whale penises ever again... Then again, Julie did always manage to bring the very best and very worst out of him.
"Think twice before you call me a dork in the near future." Even in his whale-encumbered state, he managed to reach over and give Julie a sharp poke to the side. "Or a psychopath, for that matter." To be fair, he was pretty sure that the two of them would make fantastic serial killers given the right chance and incentive. Colin was just grateful that neither of them had ever hated the same person at the same time, or at least, not with the same intensity. He was a vindictive person who could hold a grudge, and so was she; he was just glad that they had never had the opportunity to have the same target. With the amount of detail they had put into their hypothetical situations, he was pretty sure that the two of them could get away with murder with a few well-placed lies and a smile from Julie.
"You're a giant whale. I didn't move into a house, we're opening an aquarium. You're the main attraction, a glorious blue whale, and I'm the sad pygmy whale that cleans up after you."
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 13, 2013 18:33:18 GMT -8
Yes, order was reestablished in the kingdom. All was right in the world again. Colin was her absolute favorite seat/pillow/what have you, so it went without saying that she was always going to sit/flop/lie on top of him no matter what. It didn't help that her sleep schedule was just as awful as his, so she often fell asleep on him. And now that they were living together, that was probably going to be happening all the time! Would you believe her if she said the only reason she wanted to move in with him in the first place was so that she could use him as a pillow whenever she wanted?
"Do I want to know?" She asked with a quirk of her brow, staring down at him with amused greens. Colin's late night Internet searches often led to odd little tidbits of information. He had an extensive knowledge of useless trivia no one could ever really care about except, well, Colin. It certainly made conversations interesting. She burst out laughing, however, when he told her the true definition of the word 'dork.' He had to be joking, he wasn't serious-
Once she finally stopped laughing, she managed to wheeze, "That's what you were doing instead of sleeping last night?" She bit her lip to stop herself from laughing all over again, but she couldn't quite stop the curling at the edge of her lips as she grinned. "How did you even- never mind, I really don't want to know." And she really, really didn't. Some things were better left not said, and this was one of them. The last thing she needed to know was how her boyfriend got to looking up whale dicks on the Internet.
Note to self: check Colin's Google search history sometime.
She jolted upright where she was sitting on Colin when he poked her in the side, catching her off guard. "Ow!" Julie jutted out her bottom lip at him, a slight crinkle between her brows before she smiled again. "Nah, you're a whale penis. I think I'll start calling you dork more often from now on." She stuck out her tongue at him, her smile now a full-blown grin. Seriously, he was such a dork.
"Aww, is the poor baby getting crushed under the blue whale's enormous weight?" She laughed again as she leaned forward, her face inches away from his as she met his eyes. She knew full well that she weighed close to nothing, and he had absolutely nothing to complain about, but that wasn't going to stop him. Not by a long shot. It was all in good fun though, which was why her eyes sparkled with mischief as she asked, her tone light and musical, "Want me to kiss it better~?"
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Post by COLIN COX on May 13, 2013 23:30:43 GMT -8
Have you ever had somebody sit on top of you and laugh? Colin could feel Julie's laughter reverberating through her body, passing through every fibre of her being, making a sound that he could only describe as being like the tinkling of wind chimes. It would have been adorable, if it wasn't for the fact that she was mocking him about what he did on the Internet. Colin gave her a sharp poke in her other side, though he couldn't help but smile as he spoke in response himself. Laughter was contagious, after all, and he had to admit that more of Julie had rubbed off on him than he would ever care to acknowledge.
"That was just part of it. I was correcting somebody that was clearly and obviously wrong on the Internet." His inner Ravenclaw had not been amused at all, though he was finally starting to come to terms with his being a Gryffindor. When Pottermore had initially sorted him he had been in complete indignation, but he was starting to realise why exactly he would have been a Gryffindor. Hermione was a good example, even though he was pretty certain that he wouldn't have been able to solve the same puzzles and conduct the same feats at her age. Then again, necessity bred talent, and he supposed that he might have been able to do the same thing. Maybe.
Now that Julie mentioned his late night Internet tryst, though, suddenly falling asleep on the floor sounded like a good idea. Reaching over to grab hold of his Christmas plaid shirt, Colin tucked it under his head, using it as a pillow the way that he had seen Julie do. He could probably just nod off right here, right now-- though his eyes jolted open once again as Julie stuck her tongue out at him, and he raised an amused eyebrow in response. "That's the worst you can come up with? You're starting to lose your touch," he said. But all sarcasm was almost forgotten as she teased him about the blue whale's weight, before leaning in and offering to kiss his pain all better.
"Is that a trick question?" Colin got up as much as he could using his elbows, closing the distance between the two of them, making it so that their noses were just brushing against each others'. But to be fair, and with their relationship being the way he was, he could probably just seal the deal himself. With that thought, the blonde pressed his lips against hers, capturing them in a soft, tender kiss.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 14, 2013 5:08:37 GMT -8
She didn't react to the second poke to her side, since she saw it coming from a mile away, but his explanation for just how he got to looking up the word for whale penis at 3 am caused her eyebrows to rise in bemusement. Colin was definitely a hopeless case, there was no question about it now. He was cursed to forever be a sadsack. Because really, how in the world did you get into an Internet arguement with someone about whale dicks? It didn't make any sense whatsoever, but then again, a lot of Colin's decisions didn't make any sense whatsoever. His blogging in general didn't make a lot of sense to her, and how he could get sucked into looking at pictures of cats or whatever it was he was doing for hours on end continued to confuse her, but hey, whatever made him happy, right?
(She had reason to believe that while he said he spent all his time on Tumblr, he was actually looking at porn. What other reason was there for how much time he spent on the Internet? You couldn't possibly spend hours and hours and hours on some blogging site. It just didn't make any sense. Which was exactly why she had come to the conclusion he was watching porn, but for whatever reason he was embarassed by it, and said he was blogging instead. She was waiting for him to come clean and tell her the truth any day now.)
"You do realize you could have waited to correct someone who's wrong on the Internet until morning, right?" She asked, more amused than she probably should have been. She had every right to get mad at him for staying up all night the night before they moved in together, resulting in him being a useless zombie for the rest of the day, but she couldn't. It had always been a comical factor in their relationship: the stuff you would expect them to blow up over they didn't pay any mind to at all, but the little things resulted in all out war that could go on for days afterwards. She smiled as she poked him in the cheek, replying, "And you just don't want to be called a dork, dork."
Julie grinned all the wider as he sat up on his elbows, brushing their noses together with how close they were to each other. "I don't know, is it?" She asked teasingly, and for a moment she really did consider flitting away and leaving him to stew on the floor. But that'd be cruel; on the other hand, she could make fun of him for a little while longer before she- her eyes widened slightly in surprise when he closed the distance between their lips, drawing her into a soft kiss. It didn't take long for her to recover though, tilting her head to one side and deepening their connection, a hand coming up to brush against his cheek.
She pulled away first though, a pout on her lips as she remarked, peeved, "That wasn't a trick question, I really was going to kiss you." She sighed and rolled off of him, sitting on the floor next to him as she stared around the room at all these boxes. Great, now she was catching his laziness like it was the flu. There was so much to do, and it was still so early in the day... she made a face at the stacks of boxes before saying, "We're going to Ikea tomorrow to buy a million bookshelves. We're going to buy all their bookshelves. In fact, there's going to be a bookshelf shortage by the time we're done." With this declaration, she lied back down on top of him, using his stomach for a pillow without a second thought.
They'd be responsible adults later; right now it was nap time.
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