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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]

"And isn't a commitment based on a promise? Do I have to worry about you crossing your fingers during the whole in sickness and in health, for better or worse thing? I mean I know you were planning on poisoning me once already. Do I need to worry about you throwing me to the dogs when I'm a senile old geezer and I don't know where I am anymore?"

[tentacletrainer]

"That's assuming I don't reach that state of being first. After all, I am the older one here."

[ghostytrainer]

"By a couple of months! Plus you're smarter than me to begin with."

And that...clearly has an impact on that sort of thing. Clearly.

[tentacletrainer]

Whether it actually has an impact or not, Rose laughs. "Whatever you say. You're the senile one."

[ghostytrainer]

He lifts the oar out of the water a little and shakes it, proclaiming: "Get off my lawn!" in his best old man voice before dissolving into giggles and going back to rowing.

[tentacletrainer]

John.

You may have missed it.

But that was most certainly Rose snorting in her laughter at that impression.

[ghostytrainer]

Oh no. No she was definitely not fortunate enough for that snort to escape John's ears.

"Did you just snort?! Did I seriously just make you laugh so hard that you actually snorted?"

He throws up an arm, gesturing defeat.

"That's it, I'm done. Never again will I tell another joke because I can't hope to top that. Done."

[tentacletrainer]

You know how when you get to a point in laughing that you're snorting, everything else seems ten times as funny and therefor this violent chain of snort laughing continues?

Enjoy, John. You have successfully caught Rose in a laughing fit.

[ghostytrainer]

"Oh my god. All the jokes I tell you on a daily basis and this is what gets you to this point? A terrible old man impression? Seriously?"

It wasn't even that funny Rose, oh my god.

"So done with you. So freaking done."

[tentacletrainer]

John, her sides are hurting. There are tears. Stop being so funny!

[ghostytrainer]

And at that, he throws both arms up into the air with a frustrated noise. The only downside to this is that, in doing so, he lets go of the oar, which promptly falls into the water.

John just stares, saying nothing for a good minute as the oar begins to float away.

"Oh goddammit."

[tentacletrainer]

And that finally kills her. Hopefully there's enough space for her to lie in the bottom of the boat semi comfortably, because if not she's getting all sorts of kinks in all sorts of places, but she just falls over in the gondola roaring with laughter.

[ghostytrainer]

He just sits down. This is the face of a boy who is 500% done with everything.

"Done with jokes. Done with you. Done with this date. You do not even know the percentage of which I am done with basically everything right now."

Looks like they're just...going to have to float back. Or something. If Rose ever stops laughing, that is.

[tentacletrainer]

If he keeps talking, that won't be any time soon. Not that it looks like it'll be any time soon to begin with but...

[ghostytrainer]

Well he's not going to say anything until Rose regains her composure enough to reopen the line of conversation. Because guess what else he's done with?

That's right.

Talking.

[tentacletrainer]

It takes a few minutes - yes, minutes - but eventually she's calmed down to soft chuckling every once in a while, along with trying to catch her breath.

And beaming at her boyfriend from her spot in the bottom of the boat.

[ghostytrainer]

He folds his arms over his chest, watching and waiting for her to stop laughing with an impassive look on his face. Rose...Rose seriously. What. Once she finally calms down, he quirks a brow.

"You good now? I mean I can sit here for another hour if need be, I have time. It's not like we're going anywhere fast at this point."

[tentacletrainer]

"I...I think so." Giggle. "I think I'm alright. My apologies. I hadn't meant to lose my composure like that." Just going to sit up, smooth out her dress, act like nothing ever happened.

[ghostytrainer]

"Oh good. I guess I can forgive you. It happens to the best of us. Though, uh...I don't suppose you have any ideas for fixing this?" He scratches at his cheek. "Short of jumping out of the gondola, that is? I only brought Sassacre with me and uh...yeah I don't think he's going to help much in this situation. Unfortunately."

You're a good Pokemon, Sassacre...but you can't swim. And let's face it, those gimpy little wings of yours aren't going to do much good here either.

[tentacletrainer]

"Mmmm...well. I have no qualm with getting wet, if you want John." She doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get out of the boat though.

[ghostytrainer]

Good because he doesn't want her to get out. Rose, please don't swim to get the oar and get all wet. If anybody's going to swim, it's going to be him since he's the one who dropped it in the first place.

"That may be but we don't have any towels and the last thing I want is for you to get pneumonia. That's not a very romantic ending to a date. Do you have any Pokemon with you? Like Guile maybe? Psychic types can use telekinesis, right?"

[tentacletrainer]

"They can, yes, but I didn't come equipped." This is when she shifts a little, moving to sit in the bottom of the gondola again so she can ~romantically~ lay her head in his lap. "I fully trust my fiance to protect me if need be."

[ghostytrainer]

"...seriously."

It's not even a question. Just. What kind of logic is that? Romance be damned, dammit Rose, you know he doesn't plan things through very well. You should know better.

[tentacletrainer]

"Yup, seriously." Look at this happy face of hers! "But I think this is okay. Don't you?"

[ghostytrainer]

"Oh sure. I love it when I screw up date plans and literally land us up a creek without a paddle. Yup. My favorite thing to do, right here."

He's just a little frustrated with himself, don't mind him.