forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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(Lol. My complete lack of repeating what I said?)

“Well, I was thinking we’d eat them now, and then sleep,” Spencer chuckled. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving and jet-lagged.”

//well… yeah :P

“You’re not wrong,” Anya said with a smile, already taking a bit out of hers, her writer completely disregarding the fact that she had no idea what time it was.

(I don’t eiher… Let’s say around six pm?)

Spencer laughs lightly and took a bite out of his own, making his way over to the small dining area table. “Come sit with me.”

//sure :)

Anya picked up her last pair of socks— “Why is everything so frilly?”— and tossed them in a drawer before standing up all the way and walking over to the table to sit down.

“Apparently, Victoria likes her frills,” Spencer teased as he ate.

“I guess so,” Anya sighed, somewhat disgusted. She ate the rest of her sandwich pretty quickly, then stood up. “I’m going to go get ready to sleep. Hang on…”

She walked over to the set of drawers and opened the first of hers. “I swear, if the pajamas I have to wear are… aRE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Anya held up a pair of pale pink pajamas, decorated with frills at the sleeves and collar.

Spencer's lips twitched as he held back a smile. "Well, dear, you're going to look darling in those."

“I’m going to look hideous in these!” Anya objected. “Plus, they’re going to itch so bad. Have you ever worn frills? I bet you got sensible pajamas!”

“Honestly, I’m sure it’ll be fine, Anya,” Spencer chuckled as he finished his own sandwich. He walked over and grabbed a pair of pajamas from his drawer, holding up a pair of red flannels. “I suppose you were right.”

“I detest the wardrobe coordinators,” Anya sighed, taking her pajamas and walking dramatically to the bathroom to change.

“I bet they love you, though,” Spencer teased as he waited for her to shut the door before changing into pajamas himself.

"Indeed," Anya said through the door. "Because I'm amazing." She proceeded to hate the pajamas vehemently as she put them on.

(Lol. Same, Anya. No frills for me, please.)

“That you are,” Spencer agreed with a grin as he finished changing. “How could anyone not love you?”

//big mood lol
Also same
This part is really fun to write lol

Anya shrugged, then remembered that he couldn’t see her. “It’s impossible,” she agreed. “Are you done?”

(Lol.)

“Yeah, I am. C’mon, let’s make a pillow barrier,” Spencer said with a slight laugh.

“Okey dokey,” Anya said as she opened the door and walked out to the main room.

“Which side do you want?” Spencer asked as he started piling pillows in the center of the bed.

“The right,” Anya said without a moment’s hesitation. “Closer to the window.”

Spencer nodded. “Sounds good. Shall we finish getting ready and then sleep?”

“We shall,” Anya nodded, flopping down on her side of the bed. “You go first. I’m too lazy to get up, at the moment.”

“You literally just laid down,” Spencer laughed as he made his way into the bathroom.

“Exactly,” Anya callled after him, smiling. “Hence why I’m too lazy to just get up again.”

“What if I carry you after I finish?” Spencer joked, mumbling around his toothbrush.

“That could work,” Anya said. “On a mildly unrelated note, I still hate these pajamas.”

Spencer chuckled, the sound muffled because of his toothbrush. He spit into the sink and finished up before walking out. “Do you really want me to carry you?”