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[ghostytrainer]

Who: John Egbert and Rose Lalonde (And introducing the new friend: Dave Strider)
Where: Vermilion City
When: 11/18/12
Summary: Rose wakes up from her spontaneous coma (canon update) and John takes her on a highly romantic date in a Dragonair gondola. Be jelly.
Rating: PG for language and teenage butt-touching.
Log:

Since this wasn't the first time it had happened and, overall, it was hardly a rare occurrence in this world, John hadn't been too terribly worried when Rose passed out the previous Sunday. He knew she'd be back up again in a week or so, though that still hadn't prevented him from spending more time inside the room than out. After all, what if she woke up early?

He was pretty sure that was a thing that could happen, so better safe than sorry!

But there was one thing that he did have to leave the room for that he just couldn't avoid and that was work. But it was honestly a good thing he had, because if he had called out? He probably wouldn't have been able to concoct the date plan he was currently waiting to put into motion. It just needed one last thing, and that was a conscious Rose.

Okay, well technically a conscious John as well. Because at around 8 in the morning, he was just as unconscious as Rose, lying next to her in the bed with an arm over her and Michael J. the Zorua nestled between them. Rose's face is covered in a variety of marker doodles, the most prominent being a proclamation of "i love butts." scrawled across her forehead. Though there's also some kitty whiskers and more than likely at least one penis because apparently Dave wanted to play too. Seems the boys got a little bored while Rose was unconscious.

Aaaa lazy Sundays. Aren't they great?

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[tentacletrainer]

It also puts his rear in a more advantageous position. Just going to move to straddle his back, facing his feet, and start kneading his derriere with both hands, unable to help the soft laughing at this point.

[ghostytrainer]

Oh my god Rose what the hell? Are you a cat suddenly? Of all the things you could have done to that ass, why would you knead it?

But at least between that and her sitting on his back, John finally wakes up. Pulling his pillow off of his head, he twists awkwardly to try and see just who the hell is touching his ass, completely and utterly ready to smack them upside the head with his pillow.

"Who the fu-- Rose!" Suffice it to say, this is enough to get him to abandon all thoughts of pillow-doofs. "You're awake!" He's so happy that he's completely forgotten about the butt touching thing.

At least for now.

[tentacletrainer]

"I am." She's also still touching your butt, that didn't stop being a thing. Though now she's just kind of squeezing it idly in both hands rather than full out kneading it. "Good morning."

[ghostytrainer]

"Good mor--oh my god stop, what are you doing?!"

That is...definitely his butt.And she is definitely touching it. While sitting on top of him. Yeah this is happening and now he's just trying to twist out from under her.

[tentacletrainer]

"I am expressing my, and do forgive me for using such plain language, 'love for butts'." And she grins back at him, doing her best to keep him in place with her legs kind of. Squeezing against his sides a little. "Especially yours."

[ghostytrainer]

"..."

Oh so that's how they're going to play this, huh? He stops struggling, more or less accepting his fate. Rose will have her vengeance for now.

"Well as long as mine is the most favored butt I guess that is really all that matters here. No but seriously, can you get off of me, please? I promise I used washable marker on your face. Just hop in the shower and it will come right off!"

He does't have his glasses on since he just woke up so...guess who can't tell that she washedone of those whiskers off?

[tentacletrainer]

"Really?" She stops her squeezing for a moment. "I tried to wash them off in the sink, but none of them came off. Are you sure it was washable?" She's doing a good job at making herself sound convincing, though she has to stare at his rear instead of his face, because her smile would give her away. Even if he can't see it very well.

[ghostytrainer]

"I am not only sure but absolutely positive, nice try, Rose! I bet you didn't actually try to wash it off at all."

[tentacletrainer]

"I did. I'm not lying. I tried very hard, because honestly do you think I want the network to know the dark secret that I," she pauses for a squeeze, "like," and another, "butts?" This last word is punctuated by the littlest of buttslaps. And then back to just resting her hands there.

[moveslikestrider]

It is at this moment, the door opens and Dave sticks his head in. Just before that slap which will haunt his nightmares for the rest of his life. "Hey John, how is she-" He trails off, his mouth forgetting to shut for a moment then clicking shut without a sound. There's nothing he can ever say to bridge this gap of awkward. Fact of the matter is, he really wants to just retreat right the hell now.

But life has taught Dave Strider that when he attempts to back pedal or flee, there will be something blocking his treat. Right now it's his own frozen brain that can't seem to let go of the doorknob.

[ghostytrainer]

"Rooooose!" It comes out as something halfway between a whine and snort of laughter. Sure, this is somewhat embarrassing, totally emasculating, and Rose is awful but it's also kind of funny. Besides, it's not like anybody is going to see this.

"Quit iii--"

The color drains from John's face as his stomach sinks to a new location somewhere in his right foot. He slowly turns his head to look back at the door. Please say he was just hearing things, please say he was just hearing things oh god he wasn't just hearing things Dave is standing in the doorway.

Hey, the frozen brain club has a new member holy shit this is pretty much the most awkward thing that has ever happened to John in his entire life. He's pretty sure there will never be a more mortifying moment than this one right here.

[tentacletrainer]

Rose, meanwhile, doesn't miss a single beat like the boys do. She just glances up at Dave, giving him a warm smile. "Good morning, Dave. I'm doing quite well, thank you. And yourself?" Her hands are remaining firmly in place, as is the rest of her, and she simply waits for a response.

[moveslikestrider]

Of all the sights, his sister straddling his best friend to get a handful of rump was not one he'd expected! Consciously, Dave knew they were dating and engaged but the behind closed doors part never entered his mind. He really wishes he was that blissfully ignorant again. He liked being the mushroom in a dark corner. He opens his mouth to say something and shuts it again. "What are you doing? Attempting to star in a rodeo?"

Oh god, he just ran with the first thought that went racing through his head. "Uh, I mean, do you want me to turn away and pretend this never happened? I can wait until later to see you. Say hey sup you're awake! Get snarked at for drawing on your face and oh my god will you stop touching his butt until I'm out of here again??"

[toheirishuman]

Can John just go crawl in a hole and die now? Like would that be a viable option in this scenario? Because that's really all he wants to do.

Especially once Dave opens his mouth.

Dude.

Dude why couldn't you just turn around and leave and not say anything? YOU HAD ONE JOB, DAVE. ONE JOB. John is fairly certain this is some kind of violation of the sacred bro code. You just pretend stuff like this doesn't happen. And never talk about it. Or acknowledge it.

Ever.

Yeah, he has nothing even remotely intelligent to add to this conversation. Or anything stupid, for that matter. So instead, he's just going to go for the highly embarrassed deer in the headlights look.

[tentacletrainer]

"Of course I am. Cowgirl Rose and her handsome steed, Studmuffin. And you're the one looking at his butt, Dave. If you weren't staring at it, you wouldn't see me touching it." She's just going to casually not change anything that she's doing. This is too much fun. This revenge is way too sweet.

[moveslikestrider]

See the bro code would apply, (section 4 paragraph 6, clause 14), if it wasn't his sister you were doing things with. This enters into the hailed and highly flammable brother code with some added complications because Rose is well, Rose. And sometimes she's so like Bro is makes Dave freeze up in instinctive knowledge his shit is about to get wrecked.

It takes everything not to choke at 'studmuffin'. There are things he thinks of when the word stud comes up but his best bro should never be one of those things. "God shut up, I'm not looking at his rump! Or staring at it. Pretty sure there's a social fax paus at not only staring at your best buddy's ass, but what you're implying again." He is not staring at it! And his dreams are not full of dick imagery. Just dead and dying people-

Okay, that's way off track.

Why is everyone he's related to such complete and utter evil.

[ghostytrainer]

Wow, what was that? I know you did not just imply that John is anything other than the studliest stud to ever walk this earth. He is the pinnacle of manliness and Dave would do well to-- yeah no who are we kidding here.

"Dave...just please stop talking."

He's begging you. Because that is really only making things worse for everyone involved.

[tentacletrainer]

"But if you weren't looking, you wouldn't know I was touching it." Cheeky grin is go. "Nonsense, John. He's just trying to make a plea here, and it would be rude of us not to allow it."

[moveslikestrider]

AUGH. She always does this and all he wants to do now is cover his face and swear. Which he promptly does as he back steps. It's time to nope the hell out of here. God, what did he walk into. He really isn't going to think too hard on this. Ever. Starting now. "No see, my agenda is to ollie outie now. This ship has crashed and burned. They're trying to drown the survivors with big sticks." Another step towards the door and he shuts up because John has good advice.




Sometimes.

[ghostytrainer]

She's terrible, isn't she? Just awful. The worst. And it's for that reason that John decides to mouth 'Thank you. Please go.' to Dave instead of actually saying it. Because he's sure Rose would have some comment to make on it. Hopefully she can't see his mouth moving though.

Run Dave, run. Ollie outie like you've never ollied before!

[tentacletrainer]

Rose just leans forward, laying out over his legs and propping her chin up on a hand, elbow resting in between his legs. "You just keep telling yourself that, Dave."

Aaaand there's a wink.

[moveslikestrider]

It's like an ignition switch, Dave's face goes from normal to scarlet in under two seconds. He somehow manages to get in the doorway, fumbling for the doorknob. "Look just. Stop the wink and don't get him pregnant." Now he's pulling the door closed with a muttered 'oh my god.'

[tentacletrainer]

"I make no promises!" That sure was shouted through the door. And once that parting phrase is made, she turns back to look at John.

"How are you surviving back there?"

[ghostytrainer]

Thank god Rose can't see his face right now. It's just as red as Dave's was when he left the room. How Rose can be so calm about this, he'll never understand. What a weirdo.

"John Egbert is gone from this world. He was unable to survive his dignity escaping out his ears and died while trapped beneath his girlfriend's exquisite rear end. Alas, poor Egbert."

[tentacletrainer]

"Oh come on, John." She snorts, sitting up and turning around. Still sitting on him, but turning around anyway. Why? So she can lay down along his back, burying her face in his shoulder a little. "Though exquisite, is it?"