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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.
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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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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.

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??"

Edited 2012-11-24 07:55 (UTC)

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.

Edited 2012-11-24 08:22 (UTC)

"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.

Edited 2012-11-25 03:45 (UTC)

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.

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.

"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."

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.

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!

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.

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.'

Edited 2012-11-30 02:35 (UTC)

"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?"

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."

"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?"

"Yes. A veritable crown jewel among butts. A butt every butt should strive to be like. A bu--pffahahaha. Okay, if I say butt one more time I think I may actuall-- crap! I already said it again!"

He's giggling now though, at least? Clearly he is not actually mad or dead or anything. Just horribly embarrassed still, but that will go away with time.

She's giggling as well. "Well then. It's good to know that it's a worthy butt to parallel yours in this relationship."

"Okay, can we stop talking about butts now? I think I really might die if I hear the word 'butt' one more time in this conversation."

Die of laughter, of course. Real mature.

"And would you mind getting off of me so that I can actually hug you now? If you are lucky, I might even give you a 'Good morning, I missed you! Welcome back to the world of the conscious' kiss too.

Though morning breath, ewww.

"I suppose I can stop referencing derrieres within this conversation. If it would please you." A wiggle of her eyebrows that he can't see, but surely he can feel them through the osmosis power of boyfriance hood. And then she rolls off, laying beside him and waiting for him to come and envelope her in his warm embrace.

"It would and it does, yes. Thank you very much."

Well, boyfriance osmosis powers aside, at this point John knows Rose well enough that he expects there either a smirk or an eyebrow wiggle after a comment like that.

She doesn't have to wait long for her hug though. Those arms are around her in no time at all as he pulls her into a close hug. He slips a kiss to her forehead somewhere in the ensuing multitude of face-to-hair nuzzles that come along with said hug. "Good morning, I missed you. How was your nap? Since, you know you just HAD to take one right this very second. Couldn't wait!!"

Edited 2012-11-30 06:43 (UTC)

"I really couldn't. There were very important matters to attend to back home, okay? Very important. Like dealing with your best friends increasing clinging." Chuckling, she sneaks a kiss to his jaw. "But I had to come back, because I have equally as important matters here."

"Damn right, you do! You have a badge to get and we have travel preparations to make! We have a party to go to, remember? You will have to tell me about your adventures back home later though. You stink."

He's joking, obviously, but at the same time, Rose hasn't bathed in a week. Better do something about that, girlie.

"That's not what I was referring to, but I suppose those are all important things as well." Chuckling, she starts squirming a little. "Well if it's that unpleasant, let me go and I'll go bathe." And then a wicked and teasing grin crosses her face. "Unless you'd like to join me. Then you wouldn't have to leave my company."

"Oh my god, away with you, stink-girl!!!" And with that, he shoves her away playfully. This is incredibly silly though then again: when are these two NOT silly? "But before you go, what were you referring to, exactly. Do share with the rest of the class."

"Maybe you'll get a chance to see later." She says this as she gets out of the bed. "If the right time comes." AND TO THE BATHROOM wrapped in a shroud of mystery.

"Hey! What is that supposed to mean?!" He pushes himself up a bit, propping himself on his elbows. "Oh hell no, don't you dare do the dramatic walking away and leaving me hanging in suspense thi-- Rose."

Son of a bitch she did the dramatic walking away and leaving him hanging in suspense thing. Wow. Talk about rude. Oh well. He'll let her enjoy her shower. Meanwhile he'll just...make the bed and think about maybe shooting Dave a text to clear this whole mess up.

...would that be a good idea or a bad one. He's really not sure.

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