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Post by Macbeth on Dec 28, 2011 23:57:25 GMT -5
((Happy!Macbeth is kind of adorable.))
"It's the most pathetic tree the world's ever known," she said, but she rummaged cheerfully through the cupboard, poured out a bowl, and filled it with water.
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Post by Risk on Dec 29, 2011 0:03:53 GMT -5
((It is <3))
"Maybe we should have Jo decorate it," smirked Risk teasingly. "With her new crayons."
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 29, 2011 0:09:09 GMT -5
"I don't think she could color the tree," Macbeth mused, pretending to take the proposal seriously as she carried the bowl back to the living room and set it on the floor. "But she could maybe hang crayons from the branches..." She suddenly looked as if she was actually considering this. "C'mon, help me get it in the water. Maybe it'll perk up..."
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Post by Risk on Dec 29, 2011 0:11:25 GMT -5
Risk nodded, gently picking up the tree as she slid the bowl of water underneath it. "We just gotta make sure Jo doesn't knock this over..." he said, already imagining Jo running into the water and having it spill all over the place.
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 29, 2011 23:15:04 GMT -5
She chuckled at the image, waiting for him to set the tree in the bowl and then helping him straighten it out. "There. That ain't so bad, right?" A few stray needles drifted to the floor. Undaunted, she gave the tree an affectionate pat. "We can figure out the rest tomorrow," she said with a yawn.
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Post by Risk on Dec 30, 2011 14:42:20 GMT -5
"Sleepy?" smiled Risk affectionately as he wiped his hands on his jeans.
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 30, 2011 22:36:06 GMT -5
"Little bit," she admitted, leaning against the couch and giving him a thoughtful look.
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Post by Risk on Dec 30, 2011 23:38:43 GMT -5
"C'mon," he smiled, taking her hand as he turned off the lights in the kitchen and living room before proceeding towards the bedroom. When they came to each other's room, he stopped walking and looked at her awkwardly, not quite sure what to do next.
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 30, 2011 23:45:12 GMT -5
Macbeth was suddenly incredibly nervous, but she was an actress--she hid it well. "There've been some very menacing mice poking around my room lately," she said solemnly, opening her bedroom door, "and if you could stick around to help me fend them off, I'd be much obliged."
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Post by Risk on Dec 30, 2011 23:48:25 GMT -5
((She's so sneaky  Where's Jo? Her own room?)) Risk looked at her in confusion then immediately caught what she was doing. Macbeth would never be scared of mice. He knew that her glare alone would make them run off. "Yeah, sure," he smiled, still holding onto her hand as he walked inside her bedroom and looked around conspicuously. |
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 31, 2011 0:03:38 GMT -5
((Haha, I can only assume Jo is asleep in there--but they can still cuddle, right?? ;D))
"I don't hang knives on the wall or nothing," she whispered to avoid waking Jo, smirking as she watched him check out the room. It was mostly full of haphazard stacks of books. She had a sudden moment of panic that there might be undergarments strewn about, then reasoned that once you'd been through enough with someone--like, for example, infiltrating a gang and torturing people together--undergarments really weren't a major issue. She led him over to the bed and then hesitated, because one didn't usually sleep in a scratchy wool dress.
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Post by Risk on Dec 31, 2011 0:04:49 GMT -5
((Of course! ;D))
"What's wrong?" asked Risk, sensing Macbeth's hesitation. He didn't see anything that was wrong. Besides, he wasn't going to try anything with Jo sleeping on the bed.
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 31, 2011 0:17:42 GMT -5
"Nothing," she muttered, flustered. "Just, uh...let me turn down the lamp." And she did so, turning semi-darkness into pitch-black darkness, before she deftly unbuttoned her dress and slipped out of it, leaving her in nothing but a slip and bloomers.
There was something about the darkness, though, that made her bold. She flopped down on the bed and pulled Risk down with her, giggling slightly and muffling it with her hand for Jo's sake. She could not for the life of her remember the last time she'd giggled. It might have been a first.
((Bedtime! HAPPY NEW YEAR! <3))
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Post by Risk on Dec 31, 2011 0:24:19 GMT -5
Risk stood there awkwardly as he watched Macbeth take off her dress. He couldn't believe that this was really happening. He secretly thought that it was because of the tree... and probably Race's surprise present too.
He gave her a reassuring smile as he climbed into bed with her, gently putting an arm around her and pulling her close.
((HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! <3 <3 <3))
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Post by Macbeth on Jan 2, 2012 0:45:12 GMT -5
Beth tensed for a moment, then let herself relax. And tried not to think too hard about how much of their skin was touching right now. Not with her two-year-old niece in the same bed, at least.
It was certainly very warm and cozy, the three of them together. She felt safe...she felt quite a lot of affection for Risk and Jo...she felt, well...almost content. "'Night, Alec," she murmured, half-asleep already as she snuggled against him. She had the oddest feeling that they belonged like this, and always had. Even before they met. That's the sleepiness talking, she decided, slowly drifting off.
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Where's Jo? Her own room?))