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Post by Moonshine on Dec 22, 2011 19:10:15 GMT -5
He smirked. "Well, if ya hate it, please don't tell me. Sensitive artist, and all that." He winked at her, finishing off his pancake. "One more oughta do it, thanks."
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Post by Rose on Dec 22, 2011 19:14:32 GMT -5
She flipped the last one over, trying not to laugh. He didn't look like the sensitive type. But, then again, men were typically more sensitive than they led on.
Once the pancake was done, she slid it onto his plate, then put the frying pan in the sink. "But if I love it, I should run here immediately, right?" she asked with a slight smirk.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 22, 2011 19:16:35 GMT -5
He flashed her a grin. "Only if ya look as pretty as ya did in that blue dress last night." He might have been annoyed and pissed off, but he wasn't blind.
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Post by Rose on Dec 22, 2011 19:18:58 GMT -5
"Well, only if you aren't annoyed and pissed off," she countered, putting everything else back in its place and turning to face him.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 22, 2011 19:21:17 GMT -5
He grinned at her. "Touche." He finished eating, then stood up and stretched with a groan. "Ya woke me up too damn early, Sugar." ((Bleh, I'm gonna lay down again. I just got a dizzy spell  I'll be back later!)) |
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Post by Rose on Dec 22, 2011 19:24:32 GMT -5
"Sorry... I didn't realize you were on some raccoon-like sleeping schedule," she apologized, heading for the door. "You just go back to sleep. I've got things to do, anyways." Like finally crack the spine on your book...
((Aww, no! Please feel better!!))
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 22, 2011 21:05:45 GMT -5
He smirked, following her to the door, holding it open for her. "If ya want, you can, uh...come over later. Maybe seven?"
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Post by Rose on Dec 22, 2011 21:10:59 GMT -5
She arched a brow up at him, trying not to mirror his smirk. "We'll see," she replied. This was quite the turn of events, wasn't it?
She headed down the hall and into her apartment, delighting in the excited yips that greeted her. Then she unearthed Tyler's book from her bookshelf, sat down in her favorite comfy chair, and started to read.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 22, 2011 21:13:35 GMT -5
Tyler watched her go, downed the rest of the coffee she'd brought, then collapsed back into bed until about 4 in the afternoon. Since he was betting that she'd come over later, he took a shower and shaved. He only put on his jeans, though. He only wore a shirt if he was leaving the apartment.
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Post by Rose on Dec 22, 2011 21:19:45 GMT -5
Come 7 o'clock that evening, Rose only had one chapter left in Midnight Bayou. She was pretty sure Tyler would understand if she was late for their...whatever it was. Meeting? Rendezvous? Hang out? Party for two?
Half an hour later, Rose knocked furiously on Tyler's door, clinging the book to her chest. She was jumping from one foot to the other like she really had to pee.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 22, 2011 21:20:35 GMT -5
Tyler padded barefoot to the door, jeans slung low on his hips. He opened the door and blinked at her. "Uh, hi, Sugar. You okay?"
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Post by Rose on Dec 22, 2011 21:21:39 GMT -5
She felt like hitting him with the book. But instead, she let out frustrated groan. "What do you mean you're not writing a sequel?!" she cried, her brow furrowed deeply.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 22, 2011 21:23:30 GMT -5
He stared at her a minute as she walked in side, then burst out laughing as he closed the door. "Aw, Sugar, don't tell me yer one a' them!"
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Post by Rose on Dec 22, 2011 21:29:32 GMT -5
"I mean, maybe I'm missing something here, I don't know. But there's just...more to the story! I can feel it! I mean, Levy and Ella didn't even get married!!" She spoke with her hands, throwing them up in the air. Then she stopped suddenly, glaring at him. "They were going to, weren't they?" She asked this question as if her life depended on a positive answer.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 22, 2011 21:36:27 GMT -5
He chuckled, moving to flop onto his bed ((because I somehow want this to be a loft)). "Now, Sugar, if I told ya that, it wouldn't be fair to everybody else wonderin' the same thing."
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I'll be back later!))