What's a girl to do...

[tentacletrainer]

Who: Rose Lalonde and Dave Strider
Where: Rose's Vermillion hotel room.
When: 3am - 19th of November, 2012
Summary: Rose is an insomniac. So is Dave. They are both having feelings so what better thing to do about those than gorge on pizza and ignore them together? Best siblings.
Rating: PG-13 because Strilondes and swearing hahahaha.
Log:


It was about three in the morning, after everyone had seemingly finally passed out, including her fiance. Finally. It took a little maneuvering, but she eventually replaced herself in his vice grip with a pillow and snuck out of the bedroom. Why?

She was fucking starving. She hadn't eaten too much at dinner time, mostly because she wanted to avoid looking like...well. A pig. She has dignity okay? But now? While everyone is sleeping? Food is totally open.

And, speaking of open, thank god for 24 hour pizza shops. She's ordering like. Six of those bastards. And some breadsticks. And a liter of soda. Sure she won't actually eat it all, but there will be breakfast for everyone else the next morning so hey, they'll appreciate it, and it's her money. She can order six pizzas and four orders of breadsticks and a liter of soda if she wants!! Oh jesus and some of their cookies. They sell those giant cookies and she's ordering a good five of their double chocolate ones.

And their cinnamon sticks. Two orders of those.

And and and --- no, okay. That's a good place to stop. She won't torture the delivery guy any more than that. Though she of course gives him a generous tip for having to deal with all of this, which definitely makes it worth the guy's time.

Once the bounty has been put on the counter and she's grabbed a plate, she digs into that delicious food, sitting on the table and turning on her Pokegear's radio function. Time to listen to some late night radio plays of her favorite show - The Psyduck-tective.

Comments

[tentacletrainer]

And Rose...kind of chokes a little on the piece she was eating on. Shit she wasn't expecting that. After a bit of coughing you may or may not have heard, Dave, and she has set her pizza down she cracks the door and peeeeers around it.

Oh.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Already opening the door though to invite him inside.

[moveslikestrider]

Oh he heard it alright. For a guy who looks a bit rumpled and carrying a pokemon egg, his response is pretty immediate. "Why were you hacking a hairball?" Dave slips through once she has the door wide enough to let him in. "To answer your question, tried it. Failed. Usual story." In a flippant way, it was the truth. He just left out certain...details. And he had every intention for now to keep it that.

Wait.

"I smell pizza and bread sticks." He'd nearly forgotten the pizza dude that went by in the hallway. His stomach happens growl at that moment.

[tentacletrainer]

"It wasn't a hairball, it was pizza. The very same that your nose is detecting right now." With a small gesture, she indicates it's in the living room, and then moves to grab him a plate. "There's soda too. Do you want some? I can get you a cup." She was just...drinking out of the bottle oops. It's okay they're siblings they can share cooties.

Yes, her radio show is still going when you enter the living room, Dave. And look at all of that food. Just look at it. Glorious food.

Apparently she's going to leave those certain details left out for now as well.

[moveslikestrider]

Eh, they've probably shared coffee from the same mug on the meteor. What's a little more cooties? Dave raises an eyebrow, then the other one at the spread. Shit yes, this is what heaven looks like. "Yeah sure. I haven't had soda in like..." A while. He's been sticking to apple juice this whole trip. Anyone who tries to pry it from his tight grip gets a steady look that promises death.

The egg is carefully tucked under one arm as he walks into the living room and transferred to his lap once he sits down. Pokemon are a lot like pets and way smarter than consorts. He takes his duties as being a trainer more seriously than he would have a year to two years ago. "What about you? Couldn't sleep either?"

[tentacletrainer]

She fetches a glass too then and soon joins her brother in the living room. Rose really can't help but smile at him taking care of that egg. She couldn't be more proud, as a breeder, as the breeder of that specific egg, or as a sister. "You could say that." Plate and cup are set in front of him, soda is poured and she sits down, picking her plate back up. She switches her gear off for now.

"I'm just...really hungry, actually. Which likely isn't any surprise with how much I ordered. But a week back home is always cause of a little insomnia for me."

[moveslikestrider]

"Wait, you were back home? That's what that week long sleep was about?" He takes the cup and takes a sip of it, mulling over the taste. It's been a really long time since he's had soda. It meets his approval so he drinks a bit more of it. "Not surprised that it would do that. I mean back there our sleep is majorly boned up the protein chute."

To chase away the thoughts that comment might bring up he takes a bite of a piece of pizza, putting on a comical look of bliss. It's not all fake. Pizza is way better than most things he's had to live on for two years.

[tentacletrainer]

"Yes, typically. This is the second time it's happened to me personally, and I've experienced it with a few of our traveling partners from before as well as friends strewn across Johto and Kanto both." She takes a bite of pizza as well, letting the comment of his slip. As invested and curious as she is in his sleeping problems, she's learned by now that spilling some of your guts first works much better at getting someone else to do the same. And not even raising a brow at the protein chute comment.

Spending two years with trolls, including dabbling withing their romantic affairs both personally and as a referee, you get used to it.

"I spent about...a year? Back home. Give or take. And yes, but even with that fact about sleeping on the meteor in mind, I didn't eat anything while I was out here. So my body is basically ready to start eating itself from the inside."

[moveslikestrider]

Huh. It sounded a little weird, but not too terribly so. How many times had napping been important for them? So often the moment she explains it, Dave grunts once and goes back to stuffing his face. "And now you're making up for lost time. Ok." A year of time is about...he thinks on it. It's hard to say how far along she is so he shrugs. "What's the last thing that happened before you woke up?"

Might as well ask. He wants to know and she's been so mellow her that he feels comfortable asking. They'll do their usual thing and he'll relax a little more. Because sitting with someone alive, especially someone who knows you fairly well, is the best cure for dreaming of the dead. He downs part of his soda and sighs.

[tentacletrainer]

"Just before waking back up, Jake had pounced our young Peixes friend, claiming she was Sea Hitler and giving her...quite the pummeling actually." She gives that a little thought before taking a few more bites of her pizza. "And yes, essentially." After finishing her piece?

She forgoes another to dig into those cinnamon sticks. Omgthesearedelicious. "Dave you should try these." They even come with icing to dip them in look at how pleased she is by this fact. She looks like they're a bunch of diamonds and she's one of those rich women who can't have enough diamonds.

[moveslikestrider]

"Ok. That's a year ago for me. Spider troll of the long wind bapped him and he disappears after that. " Timeline established, he's done his time player duty. Dave's reaching for another slice when Rose comments on the cinnamon sticks. "Yeah? Wait holy shit, there's icing dip." And just like that he's changing tracking, getting a stick and dipping it.

This is more sugar than any teenager should rightly have when they can't sleep. He sags against the couch with the first bite. "Don't look now, but I think you stumbled into the key to heaven." Only way it would be better is if they we-nah. This is perfect. He takes his time savoring every bite then sucks on the ends of his fingers.

[tentacletrainer]

"I was there for the bap, but it was just after he disappears that I woke up so." She grins, moving the box of sticks in her lap and scooting to sit a little closer to him, so he doesn't have to reach so far. No ulterior motive or anything, just completely natural for her.

"Yes, I think so too. I think we need to keep it guarded very, very carefully. Lest they fall into the wrong hands." She finishes off a stick, following his example of cleaning the tips of her fingers off thereafter. "Or stomachs, as it were."

[moveslikestrider]

"Ah, so you missed teen bro appearing in the bubble." There's a faint note of tension in his voice when he mentions Dirk. Jake told him about him, just enough to leave him wondering. To be honest, he's nervous to meet the teen scratched version of his brother/dad/relation. But enough about those thoughts. There's cinnamon sticks to have.

Dave reaches for another one, smirking just a little. "Oh, looks like we're thinking the same thing. All this sweet delicious will be so safe. Wrapped up in all the safety right in our stomachs." He pats his almost lovingly, the gesture is pretty comical and intended to be. He shifts so he's a little more comfortable, the egg all secure in his lap as he starts devouring another cinnamon stick. "At least this way you remember all the stuff you told me about the teen old people and teen our rents."

[tentacletrainer]

"I did indeed miss that. Was it as epic an entrance as I am picturing? Surely it was something only fitting of a Strider." Don't think she doesn't hear that tension, Dave. Don't think she isn't giving you a raised eyebrow at it. But then you have to go and pat your stomach like that and she snorts in laughter as she tries to avoid choking on the sip of soda she just took. Fuck that wasn't fair.

"Exactly. There will be no safer place. And I do indeed remember all of that."

You saw nothing

[moveslikestrider]

His smile falters a bit at the question. He really doesn't want to talk about it, but his mouth runs anyway. "Nah. He appeared in a flash, said he had to go. That everyone was dying and he had to save'em. Grabbed teen mom and left. Typical Bro, being a mysterious mother fucker." He ignores the eyebrow she's directing at him. Nope.

It's relieving when she's distracted by his comedy routine and he smirks once more, patting his stomach. "See. Now you're getting it. No one has to know where they went. Only ghooooosts."