[ no cheese, cool, he'll just rip the toast in half and quietly wonder why he made them that way instead of just doing one with and one without. Maybe it was more fun. But he's just sort of going to slide back onto the bed and put maybe half a pastry in his mouth and prop up some pillows to relax against again.
He's very pleased with his wordplay okay. She didn't have to take it seriously but he likes the smile so as far as he's concerned that all worked out. ]
[ Because it looked really cool, that's why. Or at least she thought it looked pretty cool, and now she's taking her half of that piece of toast as she stirs a little sugar into her coffee and takes a sip, follows it up with a bite of toast as she leans against his shoulder a little, smiles against it. ]
[ this is all devastatingly domestic. he's going to have to blow things up for days to get this completely out of his system.
but for the moment he's awake but a little laggy and they just had excellent morning sex and now there's glazed baked goods and very little reason to actually start considering things like that until his brain actually catches up to what the rest of him is doing. ] Superstar. I have twenty-some-odd pairs of glasses and coordinating cars to prove it.
[ it is somewhat horrifyingly domestic she'd be confused if she ever actually stopped to think about it. good thing she never does!
Yes exactly glazed baked goods. All else pales before that. No need to consider anything else at all, really. ] God, that's right. You even have those asshole red ones.
What? [ that felt just the wrong side of mildly offensive. ] What asshole red ones? I don't have any asshole red things. [ And almost without pause because mentally his prepubescent boy brain helpfully supplied a hyphen that changed the context of that sentence. ] I feel like that's a very specific shade you're going for, it would be inappropriate.
[ Nearly choking on her newly acquired pastry with the sudden laughter that brings because oh my god, that is not at all what she was expecting. ] Inappropriate, seriously? How so.
[ He enjoys the laughter, but can't help but continue. ] Well, inappropriate in more than one way. I would say the name of the color is somewhat inaccurate, unless we're not talking about a natural state. And then, inappropriate because if that is indeed the name of that color, it's hardly marketable in such title. [ pulling out his 'hi i'm a ceo businessman guy' card there ]
Well, okay, what if it was just ass red. [ Beat. Consideringly. ] Actually, I'm not sure what shade that would be. How many times do you have to slap it to get to the correct shade of ass red? [ She's just fucking around now, because she can. ] I bet you could market it to fashion people or something. Who want to be shocking.
You could find out. [ casually chewing. He hasn't said anything, what. ] They all want to be shocking. Have you ever been to a fashion show? They're ridiculous.
I bet I could. [ equally casual. totally didn't say anything either, yeah? ] I haven't actually been to a fashion show. They're pretty public, everyone's taking photos, you know how it is. But I have seen said pictures, and that was the general idea I got. Everyone's trying to be really shocking.
[ He just sort of smiles, since neither one of them said anything, totally, and he just spontaneously feels like doing it. ] Very shocking. Very annoying. It's like the more attention you get, the more shit you need to do to get beyond that. [ Like he would know about that??? ]
[ she slides onto her back, resting her head against his thigh as she looks backwards up at him, smiles back. ] Oh, really. I can't imagine how you must feel about that.
[ Oh good, then she'll just settle in here and pick up another pastry, resting her coffee mug just slightly above her stomach. ] Wow, really? That sounds impressive. You must have so many people after you.
[ That's fine with him. ] After me? Before me, around me, following me around like little ducklings. Fawns. Eagles. Other assorted woodland creatures. Just think of the hundred acre wood following Christopher Robin around, that's about it.
[ Aw yeah. ] So do you really want me to find out how red your ass can get? Because I can probably do that. [ Serenely. Just for the record. You know. ]
[ He wasn't totally expecting that double-back there, but he feels like he recovers beautifully. ] It's on the table. I don't think anyone's ever really tried.
they're fascinating topics ok she's just filing them away for later
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He's very pleased with his wordplay okay. She didn't have to take it seriously but he likes the smile so as far as he's concerned that all worked out. ]
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You're a star.
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but for the moment he's awake but a little laggy and they just had excellent morning sex and now there's glazed baked goods and very little reason to actually start considering things like that until his brain actually catches up to what the rest of him is doing. ] Superstar. I have twenty-some-odd pairs of glasses and coordinating cars to prove it.
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Yes exactly glazed baked goods. All else pales before that. No need to consider anything else at all, really. ] God, that's right. You even have those asshole red ones.
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this feels like one of the threads we can wrap up
y probably
well if she's going to revisit old topics
they're fascinating topics ok she's just filing them away for later
he doesn't disagree, just
but okay yes i think probably done