doubleoohbaby | IC contact

Well. I wasn't sure what was going on.

In so many words you had told me I was replaceable.

I needed some time to decide if you were worth it. If hearing that even once was okay with me.

Then I can't decide that for you. But believe me when I say that wasn't a personal slight against you. It was a general stereotype said merely to wind you up. I apologise if it seemed too far or if it demeaned you in any way.

Under the circumstances, perhaps it's best you find a bloke who's not a total arse 90% of the time. [That's sort of a joke.]

I'm not asking you to. [The rest, she listens to. Carefully. She knows how much it hurts his pride to apologize like this.]

I had thought to myself, then, if I'm so easily replaced that I should just let you do that. [But that actually would have made her more upset, more distraught.] But I'm talking to you now because I didn't keep thinking like that. Even if you are an ass.

I am. [He fully agrees to the last sentence without any of his previous hesitancy.] Let's be fair, Zee, there's very few women who have put up with me in my life time and they're either dead- my mother-, back home- my boss- or a cat- Pussy. You're the only one I've got and the only one I want.

[She readies herself to say something, but... she makes a soft sound, instead. There's a second of hesitance, as she mulls a response over.] That's all I needed to hear.

And I hope that I don't need to repeat myself, but it was only dinner. And I told him that we couldn't keep seeing one another. I want you to trust me -- I'd never do anything to intentionally hurt you. [A beat.] Except for punching you in the face. Which I intend to make up to you.

Hn. I do trust you. Not always in your judgement though.

How do you mean, exactly?

You've decided I'm suitable enough to partner with.

You're more than that.

Hardly.

You can't change my mind.

You should come over. [And stay the night, she means. He'd practically said that he thought she was ashamed of him and afraid of him staying the night, hadn't he? This is her way of reiterating how serious she is.] I can teleport you.

I have work in the morning. [Affectionate. It's not a no.]

I'd like to sleep beside you. [Ugh. So cute you could throw up.]

I'd like that. Been rather lonely in bed the last week. [He's only had his cat to cuddle :c]

[Gaster doesn't so much cuddle as occupy a place on her bed near her.] ...let me know when you're ready. And I'll bring you over.

Give me two minutes to grab a suit for tomorrow, then I'll be ready.

Two minutes on the spot. Don't dally.

I shall neither dally nor dilly. See you then, darling.

See you soon. [And then in two minutes she teleports him over.]

[She teleports James directly into her room. She's in a nightgown, already in bed with the sheets pulled back, making space for him.]

[Oh, sup, in sleeping gear but with a suit on a hanger that he hangs up in the wardrobe.

Yup. He likes what he sees. Mmm.]

Thank you for getting me, darling.

[She half-rolls her eyes, but smiles as she leans over the bed and reaches up to tug him down gently to the bed.] I am sorry.

[Oh, well then, he could get used to this. Flopping into the bed ungracefully.] For not being naked? You should be.

As I recall, you are the one who said he had work tomorrow. [Beside that, not having make-up sex might be good for their relationship. They were practically dating for ages now and before they became idiots, they had gotten along so well. It was when sex was thrown into the mix it had become more complicated.

Zee slides closer, pressing her lips to the side of his face. She lingers closely.]

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