(My dude is drowning in paper for sure)
"Let's give us a week. Slow down a bit. I've got the potluck tomorrow anyways just. Take it easy, Speedy." She giggled and nuzzled him. Suddenly her phone began to buzz for the third time. "Fuck I chucked it all the way behind the couch…I don't wanna get up my legs huuuurt…can you get it for me?" She asked, looking at him with puppy eyes.
He rolled his eyes and slowly pulled himself up to his feet, walking over to get the phone and handing it to her. “Here slowpoke,” he smirked softly before going back to the couch and the position he was in earlier. He didn’t quite look at who had called her but he had his guesses…
"Oh Amandacakes! Sup girlie! Oh it's going good. Yeah just had the greatest night of sex of my life. He's still here too! No no he's a complete gentleman. We showered together and he even washed my legs and dried them off, pure and loving, and he carries me everywhere. Anyways what's up with chu? Oh shit really? Tonight? Damn I thought that our gig was NEXT-okay okay okay. Listen. I've been drinking a lot more then usual alright? Had a few tough nights, slipped the mind was I was slipping someone else the tongue. Thanks for staying on top of things. We practiced yesterday so we don't gotta today right? Oh good. We'll just use the Shit I Forgot set, except we'll change out our cover song we normally do, ya know the Regina Spektor one? Yeah we're gonna switch it out. I'll tell y'all later, gotta keep hush for now. I promise I'll tell you. Look-do you trust me? okay yeah No is a fair answer but just. Try to? Thank you. I'll talk with you later. Don't die. Yup. I'll see you at 8." She then hung up and let out a very loud and dramatic groan.
He listened to the conversation, trying to catch on to what they were talking about. If he was honest, he didn’t quite catch anything except for the ‘best sex of my life’ part she said. That made him somewhat proud as given by his smile. He turned to her after the call ended.
“So… when are you preforming exactly?”
"Weren't you listening? At 8 ish." She said with a sigh. "Definitely won't be dancing around like I normally do but money is money. It won't be too bad. And you'll be there too so at least I'll have an extra helper." She smiled and kissed his cheek.
“I see… I’ll gladly be your ‘slave’ for the night if that’s what you want,” he smiled a bit and kissed her cheek back as a reply. As he looked around the place more, he noticed how some parts were dusted and needed immediate attention… as much as he wanted to get up, he really couldn’t with what cute being was on top of him.
She blushed. "One. That sounds really kinky, and so with that. That's more my job. And two. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking care of me. I've never really had a guy do this much for me. It's astonishing. So. Thank you." She kissed him softly and put her head into the crook of his neck. "I should get up and plan my outfit but I really don't want tooooo. And before you ask, no you can't choose my stage outfit for me."
“Damn it,” he immediately said softly with a small laugh. “Then again, I don’t have to choose. You look good in anything and in nothing as well,” he smirked softly.
“If anyone dares to even lay a weird eye on you, I’m hunting them down, aight?”
"Alright alright, though drunk guys get handsy. It takes a good sucker punch and a black eye and they normally fuck off. If they don't, then they're dead meat and donations to some of my really crazy cannibal friends. My mortician stopped turning the bodies to ash for me after nearly being caught screwing a stiff so. Had to found an alternate disposal." She shrugged. "It works. Maybe not greatly but. It works. I'll be fine. It's my favorite place to play at anyways, the staff and people are really friendly and cool there. They smoke pot more then they drink which is nice. Have a whole smoke room. But I'm so high and drunk off your love I won't need anything else. Oh and thank you for the compliment, Vampire. You're very handsome yourself." She grinned.
“Right…” he murmured a bit before smiling at her last regard. “I’m not that good looking, but okay,” he laughed softly again and had the urge to fondle her breasts. He… yeah, he did so. Softly though, was how he did so.
She blushed as he played and looked at him. "Trying to continue last night or are you just enjoying me hm?~" She then leaned up and kissed him gently, a smile on her face as she pulled away. "And you are very handsome. In a scary cool sort of way. Then again I always seem to go after the crazy ones so maybe it's just a weird tasteful sense I have."
He laughed softly when she kissed him. He then pushed her down onto the couch and hugged her rather than doing anything weird. Of course, Precious has jumped aside before he did such an extreme move on her like that. He looked into her eyes and couldn’t help but grin a bit. “Back at you… you’re a beautiful woman both externally and emotionally…”
"Gods did I fall hard. You break my heart and well…let's just say I'm much better at my killing craft then it may seem." She said this with a bit of ice before her tone turned honey again. "But I HIGHLY doubt you'd do that." She held him, and then pushed him off. "Alright alright you're squishing me like a bug. Gonna make me a pancake." She then felt a little…voice at the back of her head telling her to disappear into the pink room. Be small. This was always a loosing fight especially when involuntary. "Aight I gotta go pee." She headed back there and shut her little space room door, and ended up getting into a onsie and coloring. What shoulda been a 5 minute bathroom break soon turned into a half hour.
“Lyn?” He’d knocked on the bathroom door, realizing that there was no response. He looked around then decided to knock on the other door. The one where the ‘pink room’ was.
The sound of a cookie bag rustling stopped and then very slowly started again as she tried to sneakily pull the treats out of the bag. Then there was a soft crunch and the sound of her digging around in the marker bin, again very slowly trying to be quiet as possible. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to go away or not, she just hoped he wouldn't judge her and was up for loving her completely,a difficult challenge all on its own.
“Whatever you’re doing in there, you know you can do it outside, right?” He asked from outside, not bothering to barge in the room unless it’s needed or he’s at his breaking point of patience which was ultimately unlikely. He stood outside in hopes that she would come out on her own.
She didn't say anything,just quietly got up, opened the door,and sat back down at her coloring, still in her little onsie. "I feel safe here." Was the only thing she said, to quiet and shy. She then stuffed her mouth with some cookies.
(Bump!)
Connor just stared at her form before sighing and walking over to her and sitting down with her.
“Can I have some of those cookies?”
She looked at him and then her bag of cookies, and sighed handing it over. "I share coz sharing is caring." She then kissed his nose and grabbed a purple, coloring some butterflies. She felt really shy and nervous around him, not knowing how he'd interact with her like this. No matter how much he loves her. She just stayed quiet as she colored.
He smiled and took one of the cookies, biting into it and grinning like an idiot.
“I appreciate you not hiding this side of you from me. Call me weird all you want but you are surprisingly quite adorable like this…” he smiled, booping her nose and finishing the cookie he had in his hand. He then scooted over to sit behind her, again, fondling her breasts from behind with both hands. “Still, do you feel that safe around me? I am a society-claimed sociopath after all,”
She scooted his hands down. "No touch no no places when smol." She then grabbed 4 markers and turned around,drawing a pink and purple flower on one cheek,and a blue and green one on the other. "Safe!" She cried out and kissed him softly before crawling into his lap and hugging him.
“You say that, and you’re literally sitting on my lap as if you’re gonna ride me. You’re making this difficult you know?” He laughed a bit before leaning in to hug her a bit tighter, swaying back and forth a bit. Yep… this kind of the thing is something you would find only when you put two extreme sociopaths together.
"Horsey?" Is what she said softly, confused,before she shrugged and just cuddled him tighter,a smile on her face. "Pwetty Daddy wif flowers…"
He looked at her with a bit of surprise before shaking his head with a rather happy sigh.
“Daddy… that’s a nice nickname…” he smirked softly before slowly standing up and holding Evelyn in a way where her waist would be pressed against his. “Call me ‘daddy’ more, yeah? I like hearing that…”
clearly I need to go to hörny jail…