[He is not gonna judge how she's dressing okay. She looks comfy and comfy is good. Closing the door once she's come on in, he'll stuff his hands in his pants pockets and rocket on his heels a bit.]
Sooo... what's up?
[Like he is totally cool with some company, but seems like something is up.]
[ she shakes her head, even though it wasn't a yes or no question. ] No, it's not-... y'know, a thing. I guess. I don't know.
[ eloquent. ] See, the worst part of pissing people off is the part where they're actually pissed off. I'm pretty much the biggest wuss in the world when someone I actually give a shit about turns on the deep freeze, so. [ her arms spread in gesture. ] I'm apparently couch-surfing.
[And Peter was kind of experiencing that now himself, getting a weird cold shoulder from Kirk, though he has no idea why. Gotta work on that later.]
Just know that there is also plenty of room in my bed, [To which he holds up his hands.] And I mean that in the most innocent way ever, cross my heart.
Just probably a hell of a lot more comfortable than a couch. Heck, more comfortable than my bunk in my ship that's for sure.
[ her head tilts just a little, weighing the offer. it's not a matter of whether or not she wants to, but more a matter of whether or not accepting would invalidate the fact that she's technically supposed to be wallowing in the evening's poor decisions.
but ultimately, ~doing the right thing~ doesn't quite outweigh the somewhat selfish notion that it'd be so freakin' amazing not to fall asleep alone tonight, so. ]
You didn't even suggest a pillowfight. I'm almost proud of you. [ considering she didn't bring any fingernail polish and talking about boys would get complicated fast, might as well slide on past those particular options. ]
I think you'd like my roommate back in Boston, [ she says, shaking her head a little. ] Not Josh, the other one. [ if he even knows josh. ] Over a hundred and fifty and he doesn't look a day over twenty-five.
[ he's welcome to lead them in the general bed direction anytime, meanwhile. ]
I mean, that depends. [ she follows now, half-flopping frontwards onto it too but rolling so she's on her back beside him. ] How attached are you to having blood inside your body? As opposed to, y'know, on the menu.
Weeellllllll... I mean I guess I could part with a little, but that could become a problem in the future. Might be something we'll have to discuss, like adults. [Peter looks over at her, cheek resting against his arm.]
I don't know is that a big no when it comes to dating for you?
[Jokingly discussing a relationship that would never happen, for him at least, is the best way to spend time together. Yep.]
No, yeah, it took out like 95% of the vamps in Boston by the time I came here. Which I guess was pretty cool, except we actually kind of like one of them.
Nope, not so much. Just... y'know, don't get it in the first place.
[ but then she scowls, both hands lifting up to press her palms to her forehead, elbows in the air. ] Wow, our first sober sleepover and this is what we talk about.
[Hey he'd just been rolling with it. What should they talk about? Peter rolls onto his stomach, right up beside her, arms folded under his chin and resting up against hers.]
Never a boring day, or whatever. [ she agrees, her lips twitching into a grudging smile right back. since he's now occupying the space where her arm would be if she set it back down, she sets it on him instead, resting on his shoulder blade and bent at the elbow to curl up and vaguely mess with his hair with her fingers. it's an almost thoughtless movement - this is just how it goes, when sally's even remotely comfortable around you. she invades your space without a second thought. ]
[Honestly he doesn't mind the bit of touching. He's a touchy kind of person. Hands on and all that, especially with people who're his friends or that he generally likes. In fact it makes him smile.]
We coouuuuld... talk about the great weather, minus the spots of heavy rain, we've been having. Awesome t-shirt weather, Sal. Can show off my guns.
[Peter puckers his lips a bit and flexes one of his arms a bit, being ridiculous of course. Trying to make her smile, make her laugh a little. Something obviously had her down so being a bit silly could lift those spirits, hopefully.]
My balls appreciate not being frozen off now. Gotta go try and find some more shirts that fit though, lot are kinda tight across my chest. [Poor broad chested baby.]
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Sooo... what's up?
[Like he is totally cool with some company, but seems like something is up.]
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[ eloquent. ] See, the worst part of pissing people off is the part where they're actually pissed off. I'm pretty much the biggest wuss in the world when someone I actually give a shit about turns on the deep freeze, so. [ her arms spread in gesture. ] I'm apparently couch-surfing.
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[And Peter was kind of experiencing that now himself, getting a weird cold shoulder from Kirk, though he has no idea why. Gotta work on that later.]
Just know that there is also plenty of room in my bed, [To which he holds up his hands.] And I mean that in the most innocent way ever, cross my heart.
Just probably a hell of a lot more comfortable than a couch. Heck, more comfortable than my bunk in my ship that's for sure.
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but ultimately, ~doing the right thing~ doesn't quite outweigh the somewhat selfish notion that it'd be so freakin' amazing not to fall asleep alone tonight, so. ]
You do have a point.
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Sometimes I manage it. We can call this a sleep over. Let's talk about boys and paint our fingernails.
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[Man why hadn't he?]
Well I mean we can still do that too.
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I don't know about you, girl, but I really like those older boys. Feel like they can just sweep me off my feet and rule the world. [What.]
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[ he's welcome to lead them in the general bed direction anytime, meanwhile. ]
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The important question is, is he rich and does he need a sugar baby?
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I don't know is that a big no when it comes to dating for you?
[Jokingly discussing a relationship that would never happen, for him at least, is the best way to spend time together. Yep.]
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[Peter sighs almost dreamily.]
I am a man of supreme shallowness, so he may win me over. Blood taking and all.
[Please know he's joking, Sally. He's just being a huge loser to keep your mind off of whatever.]
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Cause that would be really convenient and great for not dying.
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[ but then she scowls, both hands lifting up to press her palms to her forehead, elbows in the air. ] Wow, our first sober sleepover and this is what we talk about.
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We're the worst, right?
[Said with a little smile.]
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What's our next terrible topic?
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We coouuuuld... talk about the great weather, minus the spots of heavy rain, we've been having. Awesome t-shirt weather, Sal. Can show off my guns.
[Peter puckers his lips a bit and flexes one of his arms a bit, being ridiculous of course. Trying to make her smile, make her laugh a little. Something obviously had her down so being a bit silly could lift those spirits, hopefully.]
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My balls appreciate not being frozen off now. Gotta go try and find some more shirts that fit though, lot are kinda tight across my chest. [Poor broad chested baby.]
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