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Post by COLIN COX on Oct 21, 2013 8:54:21 GMT -8
tagged: knight. time: May 9th, approx. 3 p.m. speech: colin. notes: dear whoever reads this, SUCK MY DICK \o/ After the rather harrowing events of being attacked by a stray Scotsman and a dog at the beach, then being dragged to a bar with a crazy military lady who thought he was some sort of wimp, it was no wonder that Colin had decided to go back and sleep for a thousand years. Or more like until 6 p.m. the next day when he had been awoken by the sound of a Julie saying thank you at the door, and the glorious smell of pizza. She'd ordered a large, so he had had two slices and she had the rest before he'd collapsed back into bed. He'd read a little (three hundred pages of Moby Dick, otherwise known as The Whale) before falling asleep once again, and the next thing he knew he'd wasted an entire day flopping about in bed.
Colin then woke up at 4 in the morning. Spoiler alert: He regretted everything.
"Why am I still alive."
At three in the afternoon, Colin was practically growling with annoyance. Think of the cutest, fluffiest baby Pomeranian that your mind can muster. Now think of it trying to act like a German Shepherd. Ladies and gentlemen, that was Colin in that very moment. Read: not very intimidating at all. However, the real world had called and after he'd spent a whole day lazing around and sleeping, Julie had decided that it was time to fix his sleep schedule. The hypocrite. But the amount of dirty clothing in their laundry basket was also almost enough to make it spill over, and so she'd dragged him out to the laundromat, along with a laundry basket full of plaid.
"Are you actually going to try to make me stay up until midnight?" he grimaced. "Just let me have a little nap after this. It's not like I'm going to be doing anything in particular while waiting for laundry, anyway." Their house was just two streets away, and his bed seemed so welcoming and loving. All he wanted to do now was to curl up in its tight embrace, since his girlfriend seemed unwilling to give that to him at this stage. No, she seemed far too intent on making him face that thing called The Real World, which was a much less preferable sphere than The Internet, or Dreaming of A Land with Endless Cereal and Books. It had been an excellent dream. |
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Oct 21, 2013 9:42:14 GMT -8
If Colin thought just because he had a near death experience with a gigantic dog that he got to laze around in bed for the next week, he had another thing coming. Julie was having none of that shit. Oh sure, she let him have the day after to sleep through everything- save the pizza she ordered (for herself, by the way)- but after that she couldn't take it anymore. She had always had a wire thin acceptance for Colin's love of sleeping all day and waking up only to read and blog; just because she didn't get it didn't mean she was going to chew him out over it. But there was only so much she was willing to tolerate, and when it looked like he was going to cycle through the exact same shit yet again, Julie had enough.
She had always been stupidly optimistic that someday, somehow, she was going to fix their sleep schedules, and what better time to start than right then and there? So of course, she had poked and prodded and finally kicked Colin out of the apartment to go run an errand that was in desperate need of attention: laundry. His closet full of plaid was starting to thin, and the basket of dirty clothes was piling way too high for her liking. And Julie being Julie, she made a split second decision, and she wasn't about to take 'no' for an answer.
After all, she just barely tolerated dating a boyfriend who wore plaid all the time; she wasn't going to continue dating a boyfriend who wore smelly plaid all the time. That just wasn't going to cut it. So she dragged him and their laundry to the laundromat, and that was where they were going to stay until all of their clothes were clean. And no, absolutely not, Colin was not going back to the apartment for a nap. What part of 'resetting your sleep schedule so you're not yelling at people on the Internet at 4 am' did he not understand?
"Yes, I'm really going to make you stay up until midnight. Quit your whining, you big baby." She fixed him with a glare, her bullshit tolerance already dangerously low for the day. Considering just what kind of mood she could get into at times like these, it was any wonder that she hadn't given Colin a whole list of errands to do. Maybe she was feeling particularly gracious; maybe she felt the tiniest, smallest pang of pity for her dumb boyfriend. Or maybe the thought had simply slipped her mind, and Julie hadn't felt like fighting Colin into doing anymore than this. That in itself was rare for her; she rarely avoided fighting with Colin over much of anything. It probably had something to do with the headache she was nursing after her crazy hangover from the day before. Julie had zero alcohol tolerance, and it showed the morning after she had had a little too much to drink.
She threw a pair of his jeans in one of the washing machines a little more aggressively than was necessary. "You're not going back to take a nap, Colin, give it up." Julie retorted, frowning at the sheer amount of plaid in this basket alone. How did one person come to own so much plaid? It had to be impossible. It just didn't make any sense at all. |
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Post by COLIN COX on Oct 21, 2013 16:48:16 GMT -8
tagged: knight. time: May 9th, approx. 3 p.m. speech: colin. notes: dear whoever reads this, SUCK MY DICK \o/ There was no way that he was getting out of this, was he? Colin heaved a sigh as his girlfriend declared that they were staying up until midnight, that he was not going back to have a nap, and that they were going to try to get back into the grind of daily living. Which meant doing normal, functional human things such as laundry and being awake. The blonde rubbed his eyes, returning her glare with what he hoped was one of his own. However he probably looked more tired and crabby than actually annoyed. Intimidating was not a look that Colin would ever wear well.
"You could wake me up after an hour. I'm not going to survive." To be fair, he had stayed up for much longer before. Give him the Internet and he could be blogging for weeks on end, but Colin was not exactly rational at this point. So he said little more as he watched his girlfriend fling his jeans into the washing machine, too tired to argue with her for much longer. He was exhausted, and she was hung over. Not a good combination, but definitely one of the few that would stop them from arguing over something small. He'd never thought he would be an argumentative lover, but Julie seemed to bring out the opinionated side of him. It was probably a good thing, because it meant that he actually expressed his opinions instead of keeping them to himself and the Internet. Being vocal with his girlfriend wasn't usually a problem for him most of the time, but this day he really didn't feel like it.
Heaving another sigh, he shoved a couple of his plaid shirts in the washing machine. She did have a point in that laundry actually needed to be done, but he wasn't going to actually agree with her. Now that would have completely gone against his principles. Days like this, he really wondered why they were still together. Perhaps he should have dated a brick or something-- it would have been a lot more accepting of his sedentary lifestyle and lack of common sense. (It wouldn't have been as cute, or as funny, but he wasn't exactly thinking straight at that point. He was determined to hate Julie that day and he was going to do it. Think angry, Colin. Think angry.)
Only he really wasn't. A bit irritated, maybe, but not actually angry. He tossed in a bunch of other clothes, including a T-shirt that Julie had gotten for him that he sometimes wore to sleep. It had a picture of four 8-bit hearts on it, and the words 'It's dangerous to go alone-- take this', and one of the hearts was greyed out. It went in along with all the plaid. He closed the door of the washing machine, and then picked up the bottle of detergent. Sadly he and Julie had too many clothes to shove in one washing machine, so now it was time to go through her clothing. So many different colours and patterns. How did she even decide what to wear in the morning? How did girls even function? |
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Oct 21, 2013 18:17:48 GMT -8
The thing is, Julie was perfectly capable of normal human life most of the time. Really, she was- ordinarily, she was actually a functioning adult in society. But then she just had to have a couple of drinkies, and all of a sudden it was like a reset button was pressed, and she was back to sleeping all day, loudly whining about how bright the sun was, and aggressively hating everything and everyone in the world. Hungover Julie was not a person you wanted to know, but Colin seemed to get along with her well enough. You'd almost say it was cute how he took care of her, but this was Colin and Colin wasn't cute at all. Especially not right now, when he was acting like a toddler who had his favorite toy taken away. Honestly, he was only a little younger than her, he could at least try to act his age every once in a while. You couldn't stay in bed all day long for the rest of your life, Colin!
Despite the fact she was supposedly ticked and annoyed with him, she couldn't stop herself from snickering at the expression on his face. That constipated look he was giving her meant he was trying to glare at her, and if that wasn't the cutest thing Julie didn't know what was. She'd take out her phone and snap a picture, but she couldn't be bothered. Besides, she had quite a few pictures of Colin making stupid faces at her- not nearly as many as she had of all the dogs she saw while she was out and about, but it was close.
"You're perfectly fine staying up on your laptop for hours after pulling an all-nighter." She pointed out to him with a roll of her eyes; how Colin had managed to function all these years was a mystery to her. Some days, Julie was positive that if she let him, he would just stay bundled up in a fortress of blankets and pillows and stay on his laptop for the rest of his life. That wasn't entirely fair, though- he did come out of his cocoon long enough to take her out and spend time with her. But Julie wasn't interested in being fair, so tough luck.
Almost absentmindedly, she picked a plaid shirt out of the basket... and another, and another, and another--- "How do you even own so much plaid?" She suddenly wailed, staring at the basket in horror. "I swear to god, just when I start to forget, I see it all in one place and I'm reminded of just how stupid your wardrobe is." Plaid. Plaid as far as the eye can see. She was having war flashbacks back to when they were first moving in, and she found the box full of nothing but plaid shirts. That was it; she was going to have to do something about this. She couldn't continue living like this, and more importantly, she couldn't let him continue living like this. For better or worse, she was going to stage an intervention.
She tossed the rest of the offensive clothing into the washing machine, and turned her attention to what was left. Most of it was her's, and there wasn't nearly as much of it since she tended to wear dresses nine times out of ten. Noticing Colin was also going through her things, Julie's lips twisted into a wry grin. "Try not to sniff my panties or anything." She remarked breezily, as she began to haphazardly toss clothes into the next washing machine like they had personally insulted her. Might as well take her bad mood out on the laundry, no? |
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Post by COLIN COX on Oct 21, 2013 20:02:51 GMT -8
tagged: knight. time: May 9th, approx. 3 p.m. speech: colin. notes: dear whoever reads this, SUCK MY DICK \o/ To be perfectly fair, Colin was capable of staying in bed all day long for the rest of his existence. He'd had it all planned out. He could subsist on cereal, write academic papers from his bed, earn money that way, and do his groceries via Amazon. This was probably why he had once decided as a kid that he was going to die alone, and why he constantly questioned why he and Julie were going out in the first place. (To be fair, she got him out of the house, and he actually enjoyed taking her on adventures. But he wasn't going to entertain the logical part of his brain that told him that he did actually like the real world. Right now, he was playing the part of the shut-in loser because he could. To summarize this entire paragraph, Colin was acting like a five-year-old. ) "I can stay on my laptop for hours because there are actually things to do on the Internet." Yet another example of his mature adult logic. Screw laundry and being a real person, because he had better things to do than that like yelling at people who were wrong on the Internet. People were entitled to their opinions and all, but he did usually have a bone to pick with certain individuals. Mostly Republicans. He wouldn't admit it, but he did debate social justice issues more than he liked to think he did. "Besides, what is there to do here?" He grabbed one of Julie's dresses, rolling his eyes as she mentioned that he was going to sniff her underwear. "Julie, we have been dating for more than two years. I've seen your underwear enough times." He was going to say "enough times so that it's no longer special", but he decided against it. The last time he had said something like that, it had resulted in a weeklong cockblock. His hand had been rather preoccupied, and Julie had derived ridiculous amounts of pleasure from watching him squirm. Colin shuddered at the thought and continued to shovel clothes in. Catching sight of a little mint-coloured number that he'd picked out for her, he couldn't help but actually smile a little despite himself. Okay, he wasn't completely devoid of fashion sense. Truth be told he did actually like how dresses looked. The next question the Tumblr sphere would likely ask next was why boys couldn't wear dresses too, in which case he would throw his laptop across the room, only this wasn't going to happen because his laptop was two streets away. There were always people to be offended on the Internet. Someone breathed? There are dead people around you, kid. Check your alive privilege. It was probably a good thing that he got away from time to time. Yet another dress went in, and then another. Colin raised a brow. "Julie, where did half of these dresses come from?" Come to think of it, why hadn't he noticed half these dresses before? More importantly, why was she allowed to collect dresses, and he not allowed to collect books? Probably because her dresses actually fit in a cupboard and his books did not, but he wasn't going to argue. Finally, her mountains of clothes were in the laundry, and Colin shut the door. He poured the detergent in from the top. "You had a near-death experience, and all you can do is talk about laundry." |
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Oct 22, 2013 11:25:44 GMT -8
Oh, she had heard all about his plans for staying in bed for the rest of his life. She had typically responded by immediately dragging him out to go do something that didn't involve sitting in front of a computer. What Colin failed to factor into his plans was that 1.) he'd have to get up to go to the bathroom, answer the door, and get food, 2.) he was dating her. And Julie refused to date a vegetable, thank you very much. She didn't even like vegetables, so what in the world made him think she'd date him if he turned into one? She grabbed a few more of her clothes out of the bottom of the basket and tossed them into the washing machine with the rest, a slight frown marring her expression as the pounding increased in her forehead.
Honestly, some of the things he said just made her question more and more why she was going out with him- and agreed to marry him someday, but that was a topic of conversation for another day. Preferably one when she didn't have a headache and want to watch the world burn down around her. If she wasn't feeling 100%, what gave the world the right to go on spinning merrily along? "There's things to do in real life too, jackass." She replied with a 'Colin, please' sigh. She had a collection of exasperated sighs for everyday conversation, but Colin's were specifically tailored just for him. The fact that she wasn't trying to draw out an argument with him on the subject, though, showed just how tired she really was.
She pointedly ignored his question on what there was to do at at the laundromat, and instead replied to his second comment, "Yeah, but I know you're a huge perv." It was a little known fact that few people were aware of, but Julie had discovered the truth not too long into the start of their relationship. She didn't really care or mind, but boy did it embarrass the crap out of him, which was something she was more than happy to exploit whenever the chance presented itself. Colin just made it too easy for her sometimes, he really did. It was like he was handing her the ammunition without fully realizing just what she was going to do with it. Oh well, his problem, not her's. He was never going to learn his lesson.
"Stores, usually." She replied with a sarcastic drawl, eyes rolling skyward once again as she wondered for the umpteenth time how she ended up with a guy like him. "Sometimes online. I've found a lot of sites that sell really cute dresses for cheap." Julie was surprisingly frugal when it came to her money, and she wasn't one for spending it frivolously whenever she saw something for sale that caught her eye. Years spent saving up every dime and penny she had had long since squashed whatever teenage spending habits she might have developed in high school. Once she was receiving a regular paycheck, she had to figure out just what she had to save, and what she had leftover to spend on things she wanted and/or needed. Expensive clothes were out of the question, but cute dresses on sale for dirt cheap? Call her a sucker, but she couldn't resist the siren's call for very long.
Since all their clothes were in the machines and the cycle was beginning to run, all there was to do now was sit and wait. Grabbing her purse off the floor, Julie scrounged through the clutter of shit until she found the small bag of cookies she had stuffed in there a couple of days ago. Popping open the bag, she dug a few of the chocolate chip snacks out and shoveled them into her mouth, chewing away quite cheerfully. Chocolate chip cookies were exactly what she needed right now to make her feel better. "What near death experience?" She asked curiously, her head cocked to one side as she stared at Colin like a confused puppy. She couldn't remember coming in close contact with death within the last 24 hours- she had spent almost all day yesterday on the couch swearing she was never touching alcohol for the rest of her life. (Never mind the fact that she worked in a bar.) "If anyone's had the near death experience here, it was you." |
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Post by COLIN COX on Oct 22, 2013 13:29:45 GMT -8
tagged: knight. time: May 9th, approx. 3 p.m. speech: colin. notes: dear whoever reads this, SUCK MY DICK \o/ Colin didn't actually want to stay in bed for the rest of his life, but at times like this, he couldn't help but wonder about the point of living. It all seemed to be rote and routine to him. Wake up, drag self out of bed, go to school, do laundry, try to be an adult. There were a lot of beautiful, wonderful things in the world, but today was not the right place and time to remind him of them. All he wanted to do was crawl up into a hole and wither away.
He wouldn't feel the same way in a few weeks. He'd been through enough crap that he knew that he'd be fine, but to say that he wasn't shaken up about the events of the previous evening would be a total lie. High school had been a nightmare for him, and being come on to so heavily by a strong, dominant male had opened up a thousand cans of worms, and he was just glad that the night terrors hadn't come back. Then there was the part of the evening where he'd been yelled at and called chicken shit, and then a dog had attacked his girlfriend and almost killed her. She could have died, and she was being so blasé about the entire affair. Colin frowned at her response, slumping down onto one of the two stools that were provided.
"Uh. Julie. You know. The part where a dog attacked you and you were practically bowled over." Granted, it didn't take a lot to bowl either of them over, but it had been absolutely terrifying. For a moment, he felt like he was going to lose her, to have the person he cared for the most slip through his fingers. He understood that she didn't ever acknowledge that something could have happened to her. Fair enough. But she was being silly to think that he was the one who had almost died-- he had been perfectly fine, even if he hadn't exactly been useful. "Julie, I had a gun. I was okay. But you know, the part of the evening where the dog tackled you to the ground?"
He paused a moment, waiting for a response. Some sort of acknowledgment, anything to imply that she had somehow wandered into a dangerous situation. He had a good feeling that it wasn't going to come, though.
"Gryffindors."
Not that he wasn't one himself. But he'd tested on Pottermore twice and had been Ravenclaw once, Gryffindor the other. Granted, he'd gotten Gryffindor the first time, but identified with traits from both houses somewhat equally. He wasn't charging in headlong into silly situations, though, and it was why he felt okay pointing this out to Julie. (He had totally panicked and tried to act on his emotions when she'd been attacked, but he wasn't thinking about that.) Colin leaned back against one of the washing machines.
"I felt like I was going to lose you for a moment. You almost died." |
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Oct 22, 2013 14:35:11 GMT -8
"... Oh right."
Julie had never been one to care too much about her personal safety; just look at her favorite hobby, for crying out loud. Exploring depleted and decaying buildings wasn't something for the weak of heart, and yet she always went out with Cal and Bailey in the dead of night to crawl through dusty old abandoned areas. The roof could cave in at any second, or the floorboards could give out underneath their feet, but did that stop them? Nope. (Well, Bailey would loudly remind them of just how dangerous what they were doing really was, but neither Dumb nor Dumber really paid him too much mind.) It all stemmed from the fact she had always looked out for herself first and foremost; she knew her limits, and what she could and couldn't handle. She had never had to think about what her getting hurt would do to someone else before; no one in her life had ever cared enough.
But now she had Colin, and Colin didn't take too kindly to her potentially getting hurt or killed. At first, that had been yet another one of the many bumps in their relationship that they had had to deal with, but they had both made their peace with it. After what had happened, though, Julie was beginning to wonder if he was going to go all chauvinist on her now. Wouldn't that just be great? The blonde resisted the urge to sigh, and instead stuffed another cookie in her mouth. "Yeah, and a lot of good that gun was doing you." She retorted, brows raising as she gave him a contemptuous look. She had seen enough to get the gist of it; she wasn't entirely sure of what to make of it, but what she had seen hadn't exactly been too reassuring. "Anyone there could have been attacked next, you know that right? I just caught it's attention, that's all." She shrugged as she chewed on another cookie; she got that she had been the easy target. It wasn't exactly a very difficult puzzle to put together. It was like one of those 10 piece puzzles you give babies.
If she was going to be honest with herself, she was glad the dog had gone after her instead of Colin anyway. Julie was tough; she could take a hit. Colin though... she didn't want to think about it. If he had been in the same position, there might have been a trip to the hospital that night. Colin was tough in a lot of ways too, don't get her wrong, but being physically tough was far from being one of them. Either way, she didn't regret throwing herself into that situation. Even if she had gotten herself caught in an extremely dangerous spot, it could have been a lot worse. Like, she could have lost Colin to a freak dog attack and never been the wiser to the details of what had actually happened.
"Like you're one to talk!" She shot back, pulling the other stool up next to his and plopping down on the seat. She elbowed him in the ribs, then held out the bag of cookies to him in a peace treaty of sorts. Julie had known long before she created a Pottermore account that she was a Gryffindor; none of the other houses really fit her. The fact that Colin was a cross between a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor didn't surprise her too much either. After the story he had told her about breaking his thumb in an attempt to punch someone in the face, she had decided he probably would have fit into the house perfectly well. "And I did not 'almost die.' I was fine." She said with a huff, drawing her legs up to rest on one of the bars between the legs of the stool. "If I had almost died, I would have seen my life flash before my eyes, and that didn't happen, so. I was fine." Julie wasn't actually quite sure if the whole 'seeing your life flash before your eyes' thing was legit or not, but it gave her an excuse and a reason to reassure her dumb boyfriend that she had not been in mortal peril. |
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Post by COLIN COX on Oct 22, 2013 20:05:38 GMT -8
tagged: knight. time: May 9th, approx. 3 p.m. speech: colin. notes: dear whoever reads this, SUCK MY DICK \o/ "I'm a Gryffindor too, but it doesn't mean that I'll just jump into things without thinking." Well, that was the textbook definition of 'Gryffindor', but he wasn't going to add that. Colin shot Julie yet another failed attempt at a glare. The gun had done him quite a lot of good, actually-- he'd actually managed to hit the stupid dog a couple of times. Even if the bullets had had absolutely no effect, at least they'd been able to serve as some sort of distraction. He'd been of some help. He'd done a useful thing. Granted, it had been after some verbal abuse and pushing around, but he'd at least managed to muster up the guts to be of some use. Truth be told, the events of that evening were still fresh in his mind, rearing their ugly head at moments where he wasn't dwelling on other thoughts. And as his girlfriend came and sat down by his side, Colin felt his hand snake over to take hold of hers. His thin fingers laced around hers, and he gave her hand a tight squeeze.
"I'm sorry if I'm being a bit of a dick. I'm just... Really drained."
"I don't want you to die."
His voice was low, and his gaze didn't meet hers. But it was true. He was whining incessantly about a silly everyday task that shouldn't have taken that much effort. He was just in a terrible mood, that was all. She was right in that anyone could have been attacked, though, and he couldn't help but sigh. Speaking of which, he still had no idea about one last thing. Something he hadn't managed to get out of her just yet.
"Julie, how did you know that I... How did you know that I was in trouble? I sent you a text telling you not to worry."
Now his eyes met hers for a moment, compelling her to answer. Oh, how oblivious he was of his own actions and how he came across. He knew very well what he was like on the inside, but sometimes he had no idea what he was doing. Colin considered himself to be quite good when it came to reading other people's thoughts and motivations, but he didn't realize that he sent off signals so easily and freely himself. Especially for someone who knew him as well as Julie did. Colin pulled his gaze away, fixating it on the washing machine.
"It's kind of mesmerizing, really."
The swirling colors, the shades of plaid. Both his and Julie's clothes danced around their machines in tandem, spinning round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round. And his eyes lingered on the pretty colors for a few minutes as he saw his favorite red shirt mingle with a blue, and a black piece of cloth that he was pretty sure was either boxers or a binder. Come to think of it, maybe coming out to do laundry wasn't a bad idea. The answer to all of life's secrets was probably in that washing machine.
"Do you think we could take a washing machine that just kept running and put it in the Museum of Modern Art in New York? We'd be rich." |
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Oct 23, 2013 7:59:49 GMT -8
She wanted to point out that it had sure looked like he just jumped into things without thinking the other night, but ultimately decided against it. She was too tired to pick a fight; this was the first time they were even really talking about what had happened. She didn't want to argue too much about it, not when there had been a good chance she might have lost him. Between that monkey in Ikea and that crazy huge dog, Julie was beginning to wonder what the hell the two of them had ever done to the animal kingdom.
The blonde shrugged in a 'suit yourself' way when he didn't take a cookie when she offered. Whatever, more for her. She did, however, make a disgruntled noise in the back of her throat when he grabbed her hand tightly in his; first of all, she was nursing a killer headache, she wasn't in the mood for the melodramatics. And second of all, now her hand was trapped and she couldn't continue snacking away. God, he was so inconsiderate sometimes. She was prepared to hold the bag between her knees and just eat her cookies like that, but at Colin's words she froze in place. What? Green eyes widened as she leaned forward to search his expression, a worried wrinkle forming between her brows.
Had he really thought she was going to die that night? But that was just silly, she had been okay the whole time- okay sure, except for the part where the dog pinned her to the ground and breathed it's rank ass breath in her face, but otherwise she had been in perfect health. "Hey." She slid off her stool and left her cookies on the seat, then placed herself in front of him. She took his other hand in her's and softly murmured, hands squeezing his and gaze trained on his face, "I'm not going anywhere, okay?" And she meant it, too; it might have been silly to say as much, since so much was unpredictable, but she had no intention of dying any time soon. Self-preservation was on the top of her priority list, after all. Unlike some people, she wasn't about to go running head first into a gun fight against a giant dog that was bullet and grenade-proof... unless Colin was involved.
Then she was involved, for better or worst.
"We still have to go to Harry Potter World, after all." She continued cheerfully, gripping his hands for another moment before letting go again. Plopping herself back down on her stool, she began to help herself to her cookies again. At Colin's question, however, she met his eyes with raised brows and a wry grin. Time to explain the science of Colin Allan Cox. "One, you texted me. You never text me, unless it's to be an aggravating piece of shit when I'm in class." She held up a finger as she continued, "Two, when you're running late you don't call me until you're already on your way back, usually at the very least 30 minutes after the fact." She held up another finger, her grin growing wider as she finished, saying, "And three, you typo'ed twice and used incorrect grammar. You wouldn't send a text like that unless something was seriously wrong." She wiggled all three fingers at him, before popping another cookie in her mouth. "We've been dating for more than two years, it wasn't that hard to figure out." Really Colin, get with the program.
She turned her gaze on the washing machines as well, then glanced back at Colin with a cocked eyebrow. Well, he did find entertainment in a blogging site dedicated to baby animals and naked people. It really shouldn't have been that surprising that he'd be entertained by laundry. "Try not to get too brainwashed." She replied, crumpling up her now empty cookie bag and tossing it in the trash bin behind her. He didn't have too many brain cells left, he needed all the ones he had in order to function. |
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Post by COLIN COX on Oct 23, 2013 18:40:08 GMT -8
tagged: knight. time: May 9th, approx. 3 p.m. speech: colin. notes: dear whoever reads this, SUCK MY DICK \o/ He hadn't been sure how Julie was going to respond to his previous statement. She'd practically promised to marry him by that point, but that had been when they were exhausted. In fact, he had half-expected her to tell him that he was being silly, and that he was overreacting to the entire situation. It had just been a guy, it had just been a dog, and he didn't know why he was taking it so hardly. So when she slid off her chair and turned to face him, he couldn't help but feel a strange churning in his gut, the butterflies that a young boy would have faced when talking to a longtime crush. And he couldn't help but smile a small smile as she told him, no, promised him that she wasn't going anywhere.
"I'm starting to wonder whether there's some supernatural force out there that's against us," Colin said. "It's almost like someone is out there to try to target you and me or something." Yet part of him couldn't help but feel worried for her. She was the kind of person to throw herself into dangerous situations, and he couldn't help but wish sometimes that she would do a better job of keeping herself safe. She knew her limits, yes, but after something like this had happened he couldn't help but wish that he would be able to protect her, to shield her from harm. Julie was completely right in that he wasn't tough physically, not at all. He wasn't an athlete. He wasn't strong. At the end of the day, he couldn't help but wonder whether he was just trying to play at dress-up, trying to pretend to be someone tougher and stronger than he really was. But she mentioned Harry Potter world, and he couldn't help but smile once again.
"I just wish that I could have done a little more for you."
(I wish I could protect you.)
It was then when she started explaining just why she had known that he was in danger, and he couldn't help but wince. Okay, maybe he had been kind of obvious. "I was just trying to make you worry less. That was all." She was completely right in that he would normally not have even responded to her. Colin was terrible when he got sucked into the middle of something, though he would have liked to think that he had gotten better at being communicative. He leaned back against one of the washing machines, eyes still fixed on Julie. "I don't know. I always feel like you're the one looking out for me. Say what you want about gender roles but I feel like I'm supposed... I'm supposed to be the guy in this relationship, you know?" He knew he was being silly, but it was probably just a result of his not being confident in his masculinity.
Besides, talking about the washing machine was so much easier and much more fun.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Oct 23, 2013 20:29:53 GMT -8
The little smile on his lips was enough to reassure her that her words had helped- at least a little. She knew better than to coddle him, but Julie wasn't at her best and brightest at the moment; give her another day, by tomorrow she'd be kicking his ass to the curb once again. She replied to his smile with one of her own, her voice lilting as she said, "It's the animal kingdom, I swear. We did something to offend them, and now they hate our guts." She wasn't sure what they had done, exactly, since Julie loved animals and would never hurt one if she could help it, but who was she to question the wrath of the animal gods. Better to grin and bear it and hope that they turned their attention on more important matters, like global warming and deforestation. Why pick on two blonde hobbits when entire species were going extinct? Get your shit together, animal kingdom, you have better things to do.
At his quiet comment about wanting to do more for her, Julie could only shrug. "Why worry about it? It's already over and done with." Learn from the past, and then move on. It wasn't healthy to dwell on what had already happened. All it would do was slow you down. "From the looks of things, there wasn't much you could do anyway." What she said was harsh, but it was true. The woman that had been with him had quite clearly been the professional in the situation, and she at least seemed to have some general idea of what she was doing. (Julie did not appreciate that she had dragged her boyfriend into the middle of that bullshit. Because that's exactly what it had been: bullshit.) As if to try and soften the blow of her words, she added, as an after thought, "For one thing, you didn't have magic bullets." Or maybe he had, who knows. She was just going off of what she had seen.
"You made me worry more, idiot. You would have been better off not texting me at all." She retorted with a sigh and a roll of her eyes, the pounding in her temples returning at full strength. Did she have any aspirin in her purse? She hoped to god she did, or her career as a serial killer might be starting a little sooner than she had originally thought. Dragging her purse up off the floor and plopping it in her lap, she began to shift through all the crap she had stowed away in it's depths. As she searched, she replied, "Next time you want to hide something from me, try not to be so obvious about it." She'd rather he didn't hide anything from her, but knowing him he was going to try to pull some chivalrous bullcrap on her. 'Oh, I wanted to protect you from the harsh truth of reality, so I told you a white lie to keep you safe!' Ugh, gag her with a spoon and leave her to die in the middle of a desert.
Seriously though, how did a visit to the laundromat turn into a pity party for one? Green eyes snapped up to glare at the other blond as he spoke. Colin was tough out of luck, cause Julie was now officially Fresh Out Of Patience. "Don't get started on that with me, Colin, or I'll seriously put you in a headlock right now." She warned, her voice steel and her tone extremely unamused. Laundry. They were doing laundry. Where was all the angst coming from? She sighed again, then went back to fishing through her purse. She was almost positive now that she definitely had some aspirin tucked away in here somewhere from her last period; she just had to find it in this mess she called a purse-
Oh, there it is! She pulled out the bottle from under her wallet and popped open the cap, helping herself to a tiny white pill. Okay, she should be a lot less grumpy now. Leaning back against the washing machine next to Colin, she couldn't help but grin slightly as she remarked, dryly, "I thought you wanted to rush back to the apartment so you could nap and dream about Dean and Castiel touching butts." It had been all he whined about when they first got there, and now he was changing his mind? He really was exactly like a toddler. |
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Post by COLIN COX on Oct 24, 2013 5:20:58 GMT -8
tagged: knight. time: May 9th, approx. 3 p.m. speech: colin. notes: dear whoever reads this, SUCK MY DICK \o/ Colin would probably have been perfectly happy being a hobbit. He was totally down with the idea of sitting around at home all day and eating whenever and whatever he wanted, and not being judged for it. Granted, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stomach as much food as they did, but who gave a shit. He would be a hobbit, and hobbits didn't give a damn. Hobbits didn't need to worry about being attacked by rabid dogs or manic monkeys. No, they had dragons and treasure and adventure to deal with. None of the worries that the real world would bring, none at all.
Alas, he wasn't a hobbit-- his feet weren't hairy enough, and he was pretty sure that he would crawl up in a hole and die after just a couple of hours of merrymaking. Despite having the height of a hobbit, Colin Cox was very much human. Perhaps in another life he would walk through a hole and fall into the world of Tolkien, but it was unlikely to happen in this universe. Right now, he had the real world to deal with, and something called emotions that he had to attempt to grapple with. He was probably spewing nonsense at this point, but he was an emotional person, even if he didn't normally vocalize it. Which was why Julie ended up bearing the brunt of his stupidity, and boy did he appreciate it. He knew that he could get silly, especially when he was upset. The blonde rubbed his temples, eyes still transfixed on all the pretty colors.
"I'm sorry. I just..." How was he supposed to finish that statement? I didn't want you to worry? It had completely backfired on him, unfortunately. What was he supposed to say, though? Was I supposed to not text you? Do I care too much? I'm not going to tell you when I'm next being attacked by a crazy dog? Then again, in a situation like this communication was probably key. God knew he sucked at it, but he had to try. She definitely didn't seem happy with what he'd said earlier, either. The blonde bit his lip, still slumped against the washer. The last thing he wanted was to get into an argument here. Besides, he knew she was right. He was being a moron, but it didn't change the fact that he felt like this from time to time.
"What else was I supposed to do in a situation like that? I just didn't want to upset you."
A pause. And then a moment of courage.
The sudden urge to speak.
"S- some stuff happened before that as well. I wasn't exactly in the right state of mind." There was a man, and I'm probably making too much of a big deal out of it, but it dug up matters of the past I thought I'd long buried. He toyed with the hem of his shirt, knowing that he had to say something. Letting it dwell wasn't going to make it any better. But at the same time, she'd all but told him straight out to cut the crap and to stop with the pity party.
"The guy who got thrown into the door? He tried to come onto me. I told him to stop. He wouldn't."
That was the easy and quick summary of what had gone down. No frills, no melodramatics. No nothing. |
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Oct 24, 2013 6:39:18 GMT -8
Waiting for her aspirin to kick in, Julie pulled her phone out and tapped on the Twitter app. Colin might be happy watching the washing machines, but she needed something to actually entertain her or she'd go crazy. What better time to see what Zac Efron was talking about than now? As she waited for her feed to load, she replied to him without looking up from her phone, "Worry about yourself first. You won't do you or anyone else any good if you're worrying about me when I'm not even there." What else was there to say? If he was stuck in a dangerous situation, she'd rather he concentrated on not getting himself mauled to death than try to send her a text message that would only give her a heart attack.
She knew she wouldn't text him if something similar ever happened to her.
Her phone blacked out, then took her back to her home screen, eliciting an annoyed huff out of her. Great, and now her phone wasn't cooperating. She tried tapping on the app again, as she glanced up at Colin as he began to talk. Something about his demeanor changed as he spoke; she recognized the signs of him trying to find the right words to say. Something other than a giant dog attack had unsettled him, and upon that realization Julie turned her phone off, waiting for whatever Colin had to say as he stammered over himself.
And what he said made her see red.
"What."
She sat up and turned to face him, mouth pressed into a thin line as she stared at him. "He did what?" It was hard to mistake the anger in her voice for anything else. Julie wasn't very vocal about just how protective she actually was of Colin- actions spoke far louder than words ever could. But finding out that her boyfriend had been harassed by some asshole just moments before being attacked- her stomach twisted itself into knots. That explained more than it didn't. More than anything, she wanted to find the guy and give him a piece of her mind, but he had to be long gone by now. There was nothing she could do.
Well, nothing she could do other than talk shit about him, anyway.
"He got what he had coming to him then." She declared, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned back against the washer again. The nonchalance in her voice was betrayed by the shaking in her legs, though- Julie was not happy about this new information. Not in the slightest. "What a piece of shit." She suddenly spat out, eyes fixed on the washing machine as she tried to control her temper. She was pissed, but getting even more mad about it wouldn't solve anything. Still, if she ever saw that guy again... not that she had actually gotten a very good look at him. Or seen his face, for that matter. She felt useless, but at the very least she could try to reassure Colin. To let him know it was okay.
"I'm sorry I said those things before- I didn't know." She tried to keep the accusing tone out of her voice, but Julie wasn't entirely sure how successful she was. While she would have preferred Colin had told her about this sooner, she understood. There were things in his past that this little incident had probably dug up, and he had been dealing with those memories this whole time. As much as she liked to say 'don't dwell on the past,' there were just some things you couldn't completely bury away forever. She knew that. There was a pause, then, "It was probably the plaid." |
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Post by COLIN COX on Oct 24, 2013 9:08:32 GMT -8
tagged: knight. time: May 9th, approx. 3 p.m. speech: colin. notes: dear whoever reads this, SUCK MY DICK \o/ Was he overreacting? He knew he probably was. It was just some guy coming onto him, just someone being a little more persistent than he should have been. This wasn't the worst that he had faced, and he was probably going to go through a lot worse. It was part and parcel of being who he was, and he couldn't run away from that. Acknowledging it and dealing with it was the best thing he could do. But at the same time, he couldn't shake the fact that it had happened. That, then the woman, and then the dog had made the entire evening one that he really wished he could forget. He shot his girlfriend a pained glance as he nodded. "Pretty much. Yeah."
What else could he say to that? It had happened. He should have been trying to get over it, but for crying out loud, it was just some over-persistent guy. Girls had to deal with that all the time. But he'd touched him, grabbed his hand and tried to pull him in, and it brought back a plethora of awful memories. Flashbacks from a high school hallway surfaced once again in his mind, and he rubbed his temples, willing himself to block the thoughts out. He didn't need this, not at this point. Colin shot Julie a small, sad smile. There was no use pretending he was okay when he wasn't. He could at least be honest with her, right?
"Yeah. I'd say that I felt bad for him, but I really don't at all." He was a lot of bad things. Vindictive was definitely one of them. He recalled how the other male had almost pissed his pants at the very sight of thunder, and while Colin could understand phobias, was it hypocritical for him to say that he had been annoyed? The other man had been dead weight, and while he hadn't been much better himself he had at least tried to do something. Then again, you never knew what was brewing beneath the surface-- but it was still no excuse to not understand when someone had said no. Colin shook his head as Julie apologized. It wasn't her fault that she'd snapped at him. He would probably have snapped at himself if he was her, too.
"Don't worry about it. It's not like you can read my mind or anything. But yeah." It was one of those things where he didn't know if he wanted to speak more on it, or not. On one hand, he wanted to address it and deal with what had happened, but on the other... "I'm probably just overreacting. It wasn't like he'd actually done anything. He just grabbed me and got a bit--" He felt his voice hitch in his throat. Was he going to say more? Should he have said more? Was there even more to say? His gaze returned to Julie. He hated this-- hated feeling so weak, so helpless, so feeble.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Oct 24, 2013 10:20:11 GMT -8
Her burst of anger was slowly subsiding, but not before she replied, "Good, he doesn't deserve sympathy." That anyone made him feel like this was wrong in and of itself. The sad smile and the hesitant words were enough to make her feel awful. She didn't think he was overreacting, not at all; it was like when she had had that nightmare not too long ago. It had dragged up all kinds of memories and bad feelings that she had thought she'd never have to deal with again, but after that dream she had been reduced to a crying mess. Colin was handling his blast from the past way better than she had- she was going to have to try to be to him what he had been for her. She was particularly good at being supportive and all that junk, but it was the thought that counts, right? She could at least try. Colin would understand if she didn't say things quite right, which was why the next words out of her mouth were:
"Kind of a shame the dog didn't eat him."
She winced. Yeah, she needed to work on that whole 'being supportive' deal. Wishing bad things to happen to the asshole wasn't the kind of support Colin was looking for, but hey, she was making an effort. She reached out a hand and brushed it against the back of his, tongue-tied and at a loss for words. "You're not overreacting." She murmured softly, lacing her fingers through his and looking up to meet his eyes. The fact that his voice had hitched and he couldn't even finish what he was saying just went to prove her point: he wasn't overreacting. Not if an encounter with some dick freaked him out worse than the dog or the crazy lady with the guns. It wasn't right.
But this was Colin she was dealing with, and she wasn't about to kiss it and make it better. (Well, maybe later. The day was still young.) She bit her lip for a moment, then shrugged and finally said, "Then next time, do something." What else could she really say? She couldn't deny that the harassment had gotten to him, but he was just going to have to get over it in his own time. "You have to stop thinking about 'what if's' at some point, y'know?" Were there a million and one ways she could have handled the situation better? Probably. Screaming Colin's name in the middle of a thunderstorm and catching the attention of the crazy mutt hadn't exactly been one of her brightest ideas. To be fair, she hadn't known what the dog was capable of, but still, serving as the distraction had ended up working out pretty alright in the end, so Julie wasn't complaining too much.
"I mean, hopefully there won't be a next time, but you never know." She let out a breathy sigh and sat back, her attention caught by the washing machines once again. Colin had a point, they really were hypnotic. It was almost therapeutic watching the colors go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round. For half a second, she felt herself start to doze off before she snapped awake again; maybe she was more tired than she had originally thought. |
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Post by COLIN COX on Oct 24, 2013 18:36:08 GMT -8
tagged: knight. time: May 9th, approx. 3 p.m. speech: colin. notes: dear whoever reads this, SUCK MY DICK \o/ He couldn't help but let out a chortle at her statement about the dog eating Scott. How couldn't he? A small smirk tugged at his lips despite himself, and Colin found himself turning back towards Julie, eyes meeting hers again.
"I know right?"
It really was a pity that he hadn't gotten eaten, come to think of it. While it might have been a somewhat disturbing sight to see, at least it would have been justice. Colin didn't believe in mercy most of the time, especially if the person had wronged him. It was probably why he and Julie would probably have been pretty amazing murderers if the opportunity arose, and they hated someone enough. He definitely knew a few people and principles that he would consider killing for. Not the man who had tried to come onto him, but he wouldn't have minded accidentally inflicting grievous bodily harm if the chance to do so arose. And when Julie told him that he should do something next time, he felt his lips part to speak: he didn't know how to respond.
"I..." His voice hitched in his throat once again. How was he supposed to say this? What was he supposed to do? More importantly, what could he have done? It wasn't as though he had been acting consciously-- the last time he had tried to throw a punch he had broken his thumb, but he had also gotten the greatest sense of satisfaction. Yet in that very moment he'd frozen, before barely managing to yank himself away. Since when had the thought of "I can't" really gotten in his way when it came to standing up for himself? He'd always prided himself in his ability to take action and do something when he had to. Was this what had become of him-- had he really become so much of a coward?
Okay. No. He wasn't helping himself. But the blonde bit down on his lip, before muttering the words, "I... Suppose." She was right. He really wasn't helping his own case by being so stagnant all the time. If he knew that there was a chance he could be in physical danger, why wasn't he doing something about it? It was wrong to blame the victim, but at the same time society wasn't very well known for being right. People were twisted, messed-up creatures. If they could pin the shame on someone who was completely innocent while making the patriarchy look better, they would. His line of sight returned to the laundry. Maybe if he stared at the colors for long enough, he would get sucked into them and stop feeling so shitty about this situation as a whole.
"Maybe I should... Do something. Take a self-defense class. Maybe I could even follow you to the gym." He was going to regret saying this later. He totally was. But in this moment, he was too tired to be thinking rationally. It was just then when their laundry stopped churning. The blonde got up from where he was, walking up to the washing machines.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Oct 25, 2013 10:11:46 GMT -8
So she got him to laugh, that was good. She smiled slightly in return as he turned to look at her, glad that she had managed to do that much at least. On the surface they were so different, but underneath all the layers they really did have a lot of similarities- like wishing the worst on the people who had done them wrong. What could she say, Julie just wasn't a forgive and forget kind of person. She didn't take lightly to being hurt, though it did take a lot for her to want to get even. Hurting her loved ones was the easiest way of doing that.
The world wasn't rainbows and sunshine. It was full of people who would attack someone just for the hell of it, of people who weren't nice and weren't going to help you. This time, it had been some man who didn't understand that 'no' means 'no' and a crazy huge dog who couldn't be stopped by bullets. Next time it could be a gunman or an axe murderer or even just someone behind the wheel of a car, not paying attention to the road. You had to look out for yourself, because the world didn't revolve around you. You could get shoved into a situation you couldn't control at any given time, and all you could do was roll with the punches and try to survive with as little damage done as possible. Which was why all she reply to his muttered response was shrug; that was simply what she thought, and it was up to him on what he'd do next. And what he said next very nearly almost made her laugh.
The thought of Colin at the gym was kind of hilarious, especially since he was the one always complaining about getting any exercise. Just look at the fuss he made over doing laundry with her, for Pete's sake. But if he wanted to honestly make a change and do something about it, then she wasn't about to laugh at him. Okay, maybe she would, but she'd save it for later when he was questioning his life choices. "You're more than welcome to come along, I'm there almost everyday." She replied cheerfully, beaming at him. This was going to be-
"Bleh, okay." Julie got to her feet and stretched her arms over her head, yawning as she followed him to the washing machines. Moving the wet clothes to the dryer, she suddenly asked, "What was with that dog though, like seriously?" It had been bugging her for a while now, and she just couldn't stop thinking about it. Julie loves dogs of every breed, color, and size- you name it, she adores it. But she had never seen a dog like that before. Admittedly, there were thousands of breeds of dogs in the world, but still, a dog that wasn't affected by grenades or bullets and could move that quickly? There had to be something seriously wrong with it. |
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Post by COLIN COX on Oct 28, 2013 17:46:59 GMT -8
tagged: knight. time: May 9th, approx. 3 p.m. speech: colin. notes: dear whoever reads this, SUCK MY DICK \o/ "Sure beats me."
Colin smiled again, but this one was less sad, less tired. Instead, this was happier, more optimistic, with the promise of change and betterment for the future. The smile that he reserved for her and only her-- one that let slip that he did have hope, that he still had faith, the one that showed that he did sometimes see the best in people even if he refused to acknowledge it. He was a cynic, yes, but one who knew that despite the worst, there were good people out there. Deep down, he liked to believe that he too was one of them, that he would be able to help someone he cared about if they were in a pinch. And even if there was a lot that he could say about his actions two days ago, at least he could put his hand on his heart and say that he had done nothing wrong.
He had tried his best. Even if it wasn't a very good best, there was only room for improvement from here on out. But first, he had things to do, mostly in the realm of the solid and not in his thoughts. He opened the door to his laundry, taking in the fresh scent of detergent. "Mm, clean underwear," he muttered. Not that his underwear was usually dirty, but it would be nice to sleep in freshly washed boxers that night. He scooped out the damp clothing, tossing it into one of the prepared trays that the laundromat had set out for that purpose. All in the day's work of a normal, functional adult.
"I don't want to grow up and to have to improve as a person. I want to be a whale." He was probably the furthest thing from a whale that existed, and whaledom would probably have been completely wasted on him. Especially because one of the primary benefits would have been that you could eat as much as you wanted and nobody was going to judge you for it. "Or I could be a dog. Maybe not one that has bullets bounce off it or anything, but a normal house pet. Something that isn't crazy." He was definitely going to be a lot more hesitant around stray dogs from this point, but there was no reason to fear an animal that was house trained. Right? Suddenly, an important question came to mind. Colin frowned, turning to Julie with a bemused expression.
"Julie, what kind of dogs do you think we would be if we weren't human?"
He certainly hoped that he would get a better answer than what had happened the last time, which had been when he'd asked what Pokémon they would be. Her response was that they would both be Pikachu because they were blonde, tiny and cute, and he hadn't spoken to her for the rest of the evening as he seethed in denial. Even though he was probably asking for trouble by even bringing this subject up, he couldn't help but wonder what her response would be. |
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Oct 31, 2013 13:36:58 GMT -8
Yes yes, his smile was very cute and put butterflies in her stomach, but his noncommittal answer was boring and lame. He was no help whatsoever in the mystery of the weird ass science gone wrong dog. Julie let out an irritated huff, but chose not to pursue it. Whatever, if he didn't want to talk about it than so be it. They could just act like functioning adults and do their laundry, see if she cared. Dumping her tray of wet clothes into a dryer, she closed the lid and set it moving, grumbling under her breath about annoying boyfriends.
His comment about wanting to become a whale made her frown at him, though, and actually reply, "Hey, get your own animal, I'm the whale here." A glorious blue whale, to be exact, the largest animal known to humankind. Though to be fair, wasn't Colin the sad little pygmy whale to her majestic blue whale? She couldn't remember, all she recalled from that conversation was that whale penises were called dorks. The more you know, right? She was the long established whale in this relationship, though, and there was no way in hell Colin was now going to take that away from her. Julie planted herself back on her stool and crossed her arms over her chest, the spitting picture of a sulking child. Who was being the immature one now, exactly? "And you'd be the laziest dog on the face of the planet. You'd be a disgrace to dogs worldwide." She said, knowing it was true. In some weird, alternate universe where they were dogs, Colin would spend all his time sleeping and eating and farting. "You'd be better off as a cat. Or a sloth. Something that sleeps a lot."
Colin suddenly turned to face her with a bemused expression, and all she could do in reply was arch an eyebrow at him. That was definitely an important question, alright. It required a lot of thought and consideration before she could answer- "Pomeranian." She replied instantly, not even pausing to think of her answer as it left her lips. "You would be a tiny, cute, fluffy Pomeranian, with a squeaky little bark and who passive-aggressively pees on everyone's shoes." Well, it was true. Julie had actually spent time thinking about this, and had reached this conclusion a long, long time ago: Colin would not be a big dog, in this weird, alternate universe. He would be a cute tiny dog, just like he was cute and tiny in real life. "And I'd probably be a spaniel." She continued with a shrug, smiling slightly as she waited for his response. Either an American or English cocker spaniel, to be specific. Have you seen their ears? It was definitely the dog for her, there was no doubt about that. Spaniels were absolutely adorable, she refused to be any other breed of dog, thank you very much.
Either way, Colin probably wasn't going to be happy with her answer- after her declaration that they would both be Pikachus, this was like icing on the insult cake. |
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