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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?

Comments

[ghostytrainer]

"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."

[tentacletrainer]

"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.

[ghostytrainer]

"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.

[tentacletrainer]

Sorry, John. She's not showering.

She's bathing.

Which means it could be a while before you see her again! Though the water sure does turn off after a pretty short amount of time! Curious, huh?

[ghostytrainer]

Oh. Well fine then, okay. Be that way, Rose. He sees how it is. You've been unconscious for a week and gone back home where you haven't heard from him in a year so obviously the answer here is to go have yourself some Rose time.

He sees how it is.

He'll just sit out here then. And stare at his pokegear for a while actually no. You know what? He's going to go get started on breakfast. That's what he's going to do. French toast sounds good to him, yes. Delicious french toast.

[tentacletrainer]

You'll be making her some, right? Because it sounds delicious to her, even if she isn't part of your mind conversation. But hey, she won't be too long, okay? She does want to see you after all.

[ghostytrainer]

Of course. What kind of boyfriance would he be if he only made breakfast for himself? Hell, may as well make some for everybody while he's at it. Because if he doesn't, who will?

He hums to himself a little as he works on breakfast. As he's mixing the egg and cinnamon together, Casey peeks her head in the kitchen, sniffing the air before scampering over to watch her daddy cook.

"Hehe, and good morning to you too! Where have you been hiding all morning, huh?"

The Lopunny just squeaks a little in response, keeping her eyes on the bread as he soaks it in the mixture.

"Well that didn't answer my question, but of course you can have a piece too." There's a happy chitter as Casey throws her arms around John in a backways hug. French toast, French toast, French toast!!!

[tentacletrainer]

While Casey hugs onto him like that, there's a soft nudging against his knee. Guile seems to have slipped in while John wasn't looking and is now asking the same question. Can she have a piece? Would that be okay?

[ghostytrainer]

John doesn't even have to look down to know who that is. He just laughs and sets the bread to start soaking. "Good morning to you too, Guile. I am guessing you would like French toast too?"

[tentacletrainer]

She merely chirps, knowing well enough that John understands her without her needing to communicate telepathically with him. Yes John. She would.

[ghostytrainer]

"That's what I thought. Jeez, will there even be any left for Dave, Jade, and Vriska at this point? Between the two of you and Rose, I really do wonder."

Because we all know that John is one of those people who just picks at his food instead of eating it. He's like a bird, you know. He will not at all contribute to the vanishing of the french toast, nope.

[tentacletrainer]

Oh no, not at all. Not John.

Well, while he's distracted with his Pokemon friends, Rose is finally getting out. It wasn't as long as she'd wanted, but honestly Rose time isn't enjoyable right now. She just spent something like a year without John.

Doesn't really want to spend any more time than necessary away now.

[ghostytrainer]

While John hasn't spent nearly as much time without Rose, he would have to agree with that statement. She's just a lot more fun when she's conscious. Provided she's not simultaneously mortifying him and scarring her brother for life.

Her bath may not have been as long as she wanted, but it was long enough for John to finish making a decently sized stack of French toast. There's enough for probably three people already done and there's still more in the pan yet to come. He's still humming away and not really paying attention to anything other than the sounds and smells of Toast sizzling in a pan. Hmm...does he feel like making bacon or something to go with this? Hmm hmm hmmmm...

[tentacletrainer]

Oh please John. You're fine. And he's fine too. Gosh you boys are such babies.

Those smells eventually lead her right into the kitchen, fluffy robe wrapped comfortably around her frame. Was that breakfast? It sure as hell smells like breakfast. It must be breakfast oh look it is!

John, you don't mind if she sneaks up behind you and rests her chin on your shoulder, do you?

[ghostytrainer]

No it was traumatizing. You don't understand, Rose. Utterly traumatizing, they may never recover from this.

But of course it's breakfast and of course he doesn't mind. When does he ever mind Rose being affectionate with him? Never. That's when. Though he does take a moment to steal a quick kiss from her cheek after she does so.

"You smell infinitely better now. Hope you're hungry."

[tentacletrainer]

"Not nearly as wonderful as these smell. And I am starving." She's just going to watch him cook, petting Guile's head when she presses it against her leg.

[ghostytrainer]

"You can go ahead and grab some, you know. I am just making some for everybody else as long as I'm here." Since, you know, the others will probably just eat junk food or crappy microwave burritos if he doesn't.

[tentacletrainer]

"I'll wait for you." It's more fun to eat with another person, John. "However, I'll be glad to pull out the fixings."

Which include butter, peanut butter, syrup, powdered sugar, whipped cream, strawberry syrup, raspberry syrup, actual strawberries and raspberries...chocolate chips.....

[ghostytrainer]

Holy shit when did they even get all that stuff? More importantly, why? Seriously, Rose this is kind of ridiculous to do when they aren't staying at the Other House.

"...for french toast?"

Seriously it's...french toast, Rose. You won't even be able to taste it under all that.

[tentacletrainer]

"...of course." Have you seen her diet, John? Does this really surprise you?

[ghostytrainer]

"Are you even going to be able to taste the french toast under all that?"

Yes and no, really. If he had made pancakes or waffles, no. But French toast is apparently a different story.

[tentacletrainer]

"Of course I will." It's not like she's just going to PILE IT ON. God.

[ghostytrainer]

"Alright, if you say so." That still seems like an absolute cacophony of flavors to him, but to each his own he supposes. He flips a few more pieces of done toast onto the pile.

"There, that should be enough for everybody, I think. If they can't get in here fast enough though, that's their problem not mine!"

He'll send out texts for the hounds to come once he and Rose are done eating.

[tentacletrainer]

And she moves to take two pieces off the pile, wanting to make sure they are still hot. Why?

So she can get some of those chocolate chips on as soon as possible because look at those melty, gooey chips after a few moments. Mmmm.

[ghostytrainer]

John chuckles and helps himself to two pieces as well, though he doesn't particularly care how long they've been sitting there. There's probably only a couple minutes difference between batches, and it's not like his toppings will need to be melted.

Because...it's just syrup. Wow, boring, huh? Though, granted, it is quite a lot of syrup. He moves towards the table, Casey following along behind him eagerly. After setting his plate down, he moves back to grab another piece off the pile and wrap it in a napkin for Casey, handing it to her and patting her head.

"There you go."

The Lopunny squeaks in delight and quickly begins nibbling at the toast. Om nom nom nom! See, this is why she didn't need a plate. Guile, on the other hand, gets a plate set down in front of her, a single piece of toast in the center of it. "Aaaand there you go too!"