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Jan. 5th, 2012 09:48 pm
notintehkitchen: (a pat on the head)
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Sensei is gone. There was a stuffed panda in his lab waiting for me.

I can't find him anywhere. I've looked everywhere I can possibly think of. I don't know where he could of wondered off to.

By chance, did he come over to your house BLU? That's the last place left I can think of. I've exhausted all my other options, I don't want to think that he left me too.

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Date: 2012-01-10 11:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notintehkitchen.livejournal.com
Not until you're all healed up. Until then, I'm going to hug you and keep you warm... alright?

[Sniffling slightly, she pulled the covers over her frame and enjoyed the warmth that began to fill her. It was a little different from that of a firepit, but it was just as soothing and loving to her.]

Sniper is very warm. His body is nice.

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Date: 2012-01-10 11:19 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ Er. Well...)
From: [personal profile] hasstandards
That's not quite what—

[He was cut off as she buried herself under the covers, still attached to his torso. He tried to scoot himself back to the pillows, but found he was stuck with her on him. He made due, pulling the only pillow he could reach toward him and setting it behind his head as he reclined. He then got to work trying to pick her arms from around him, the sluggishness of his fingers growing by the second.]

Er, yes. That's, uh... hm.

[He couldn't tell if it was the medication or simply his own ineptitude, but he couldn't think how to respond to her comment about his body.]

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Date: 2012-01-11 07:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notintehkitchen.livejournal.com
[She simply thought he was trying to be affectionate and stroke her. There was no way he'd pull away from such a snuggly body as hers. Resting her head against his chest, she continued with her annoying and awkward nuzzling that Sniper had learned to hate.]

Yes? You have to finish your sentences, you know. I don't read minds.

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Date: 2012-01-11 08:43 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ Steady.  Steady.)
From: [personal profile] hasstandards
[With the heat of her body against his fighting back the chill of the air, combined with the sleep aid starting to take effect, Sniper was finding it very hard to keep his eyes open and his mind on the conversation. Pulling away from her was already off his mind.]

Oh. Sorry, I, er... What were we talking about, pumpkin?

[He took a deep breath, instinctively trying to control himself and the flushing of his face as even his drug-addled mind realized his embarrassment; however, it only furthered his exhaustion. His hand that had been trying to pry her from him came to rest on her arm as he struggled to focus.]

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Date: 2012-01-11 08:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notintehkitchen.livejournal.com
[Shaking her head at his response, she decided it was best for him to get some rest if he was having trouble with his sentences.]

Mnn, Daijoubou. Just get some rest now. We can talk in the morning.

[Placing a hand on top of his head, she began to pet him again. It had become an obsession for her to treat him like her precious pet. If Sniper was any kind of dog, he'd have to be the biggest of all four-legged friends because of those long legs.

A Great Dane suited him.

Chuckling at the thought, she watched him slowly begin to doze off into dreamland.]

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Date: 2012-01-11 09:29 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ I make it look easy.)
From: [personal profile] hasstandards
[His breath was deeper as he mumbled something in response, his voice low, words completely incoherent. His mind drifted as his eyes closed, thinking of times he thought he'd forgotten. While he spent most of his time catering to his preference for solitude, he hadn't always slept alone.

Something sent a chill through him; he reacted, pulling the source of warmth in the bed to him, resting his head atop hers, the smell of cigarettes and shampoo teasing him even in his sleep.]

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Date: 2012-01-11 09:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notintehkitchen.livejournal.com
[When her body was pulled close to him, Pyro let out a tiny gasp. This was the first time she could recall Sniper wanting to be so close to her of his own freewill. Feeling his head come to rest atop of hers just added to the confusion. Was Sniper being... affectionate towards her?

Feeling her mouth grow dry, she attempted to swallow and took several tries attempting to do so before she succeeded. Her body's response was awkward and she was heating up in that peculiar way that frightened her.

Moving her head slightly so she could glance up at his face, without warning; Pyro subconsciously began to move towards his face. Grazing her lips over his scruffy cheek, a small kiss was left there.]

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Date: 2012-01-11 09:54 am (UTC)
hasstandards: (➸ Simple. Simple. One for me.)
From: [personal profile] hasstandards
[Normally, Sniper was a light sleeper, one prepared to awaken if he heard the slightest noise or felt a disturbance in the air around him- his paranoia mingled with hunting instincts, both trained in keeping him aware of his surroundings even as he dozed. One never knew when an attack was coming, be it from man or beast. However, with his senses dulled by the drugs, he slept deeper, not thinking of what could be out to kill him as he nodded off.

Instead, he thought of those better times he hadn't thought of in years, memories fueled by similar sensations- the bed shared, that lingering smell of baked goods, a brush against his cheek. He let out a low chuckle, a grin crossing him as he muttered again.]


Hm. Tickles.

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