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[wonker]

[Roxy is clad in the tiniest camisole and booty shorts, draped in someone's bed (there are little monster patterns on the sheets, oh gee, what a mystery).]

Party at my place this weekend, folks! Don't be gay and miss out or I'm hunting your sorry asses down, got it?

[She wonks.]

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[shitknickers]

[Jake was making a vague attempt at studying before Roxy commandeered his bedspace. Once she had, there was no hope of further academics. He put his books away and laid on his side, smiling idly at her.]

Don't you figure that since you live with a motley crew of others you ought to consult us before you go making decisions like that?

[wonker]

Pssh, have it your way.

[She scoots up to drape over him, her spaghetti strap falling down her shoulder.]

How d'ya feel about a little shindig this weekend?

[shitknickers]

[He starts to laugh at her for it-- he was hardly serious --but then she gets all up close and personal and the sound sort of dies in his throat, a squashed sort of yelp replacing it. His cheeks tinge scarlet.]

Figure you could say I'm down with that.

[wonker]

Good boy, best friend!

[She giggles and after a strange pause leans to kiss him on the cheek.]

Can I pick out your wardrobe?

[shitknickers]

[He blusters a bit at her audacity, hunkering down like he's trying to hide.]

I don't have much in the way of a wardrobe to begin with, Rox.

[wonker]

That's kinda what I was hoping for Jakey.

[W O N K. And she rolls him onto his back so she can drape on his torso.]

[shitknickers]

[nfgdjknkgrb Roxy please. His arm immediately goes around her middle with a slight smile, and he shakes his head.]

...I wasn't aware this was going to be that sort of gathering.

[wonker]

Hmm? And what sort of gathering is that?

[she blinks ~innocently~]

[shitknickers]

Well unless I misunderstood, which is entirely plausible. If you were hoping for me to not have much clothing...

[He trails off, because he's really not going to finish that.]

[wonker]

English, no one wants to see you in any kinda clothing.

[shitknickers]

...Oh.

[wonker]

So keep your schedule free for a Lalonde makeover, hon. Sorry, ain't giving you a choice in the matter.

[shitknickers]

Erm, all right then. [Roxy you're flustering him so bad.]

[fracturedsoul]

But just one or the other would be acceptable?

[wonker]

no fuck you bro
you miss out
i hunt you down
and idk like
give you a vasectomy or something

[fracturedsoul]

No, don't worry. I'm already unable to comply with the first predicate. In apology, I will absolutely go to your party. No junk-mangling required.

[wonker]

[Ugh don't remind her ugh ugh ugh ugh UGH]

sweet
help me get english into a chippenales uniform

[fracturedsoul]

[ Too late, he just did. ]

Gladly.

[wonker]

you get the goods
ill secure the idiot

[fracturedsoul]

Give me 45 minutes.

[wonker]

lmfao dude
i dont even wanna kno
u go do ur cagey strider bullshit
and ill be here bustin out my guaranteed rolal moves
shit be WHACK ;)

[fracturedsoul]

The more you type at me, the longer this will take.

[wonker]

cant u txt and walk at the same time
or r u too busy checkin out rumps or w/e

[fracturedsoul]

Yes, exactly. You know me, Rox.

[wonker]

fine ill leave u 2 ur babe watchin :P
nerd