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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?
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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"Oh good. If that were the case, I am not sure if we could be together anymore. I mean you are already kind of a little old for a young guy like me."
He takes another bite of toast to try and hide the fact that he's smiling. HAHAHA FUNNY.
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He can feel his cheeks grow a little hot from that comment, so he busies himself with looking down at his toast to take another bite. Major case of the warm fuzzies over here from the way she worded that. After he swallows that bite, he clears his throat and attempts to will the heat in his face away as he looks back over to Rose.
"So ah...ha. I am going to go out on a limb here and guess that you don't have any previous engagements for today, yes?"
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"I don't believe I do! Did you want to monopolize my time again?"
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It's a surpriiiiisssseeeeee!!
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And with that, he finishes off the last of his toast.
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"Just meet me back here at five, okay?"
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AND GUESS WHAT AROUND FIVE O'CLOCK THERE SHE IS!!!!!!!!!
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John is also ready come five o'clock, sitting in the living room and fiddling with his gear as he waits for Rose. His pajamas have been replaced with a pair of dark jeans (you know, one of the pairs Rose picked out that's just a little tighter than he prefers) and a light green dress shirt. Instead of his typical worn and faded flame sneakers, he's wearing a sharp pair of shiny, black dress shoes.
By the time Rose arrives, Casey is putting the last touches on John's hair. Both she and her master are so absorbed in their respective tasks that they won't notice Rose until she says something.
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"You look awfully sharp, John. I'm not under dressed, am I?"
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ogleadmire her for a minute or so."No! Not at all, you look great. Not that that's anything new." He pockets his gear and gets to his feet, leaving Casey sitting on the couch. As he takes a few steps closer to Rose, he extends a hand, grinning. "Ready to go?"
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"Hold down the fort, Casey. We'll be back a little later, okay?"
The Lopunny squeaks in response, saluting John briefly before dissolving into giggles. This is incredibly silly. And with that, he leads Rose out of the hotel room and out into the hallway, closing the door behind them with a click before heading towards the elevator.
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"It's a surpri~iiise!"
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