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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

[tentacletrainer]

"I haven't been scheming anything. However..." She digs into her purse, pulling out a small velvet box. "I did bring a gift for you."

[ghostytrainer]

Clearly caught off-guard, John takes the box though he doesn't open it just yet. Instead he just kind of stares at it with wide eyes. He really wasn't expecting a gift, this isn't their anniversary or anything so why would...

"I dunno. I mean is this really just a gift? Can never be to careful with wily ladies like you. Sure it looks like a gift, but how do I know that accepting this won't end up in me selling my soul to you or something?"

[tentacletrainer]

"Sweetheart." She lays a hand on his knee. "You already did that when you agreed to date me." Inside, he'll find a very simple, serviceable ring. Plain sterling silver with three inset stones going diagonal across its face.

[ghostytrainer]

"Oh dammit. You're right. I forgot about that." He plays with the box a little more, passing it back and forth between his hands. "So what, you're after my body now too? Is that it?"

Just open the damn box, John.

[tentacletrainer]

"Of course. That always comes next. But I like to think I'm not far from obtaining it for myself." Come on John. Open the box!

[ghostytrainer]

"Well confidence is key, I supp...ose."

Finally cracking the box open, John falters at the end o his sentence and falls silent. He kind of figured it would be jewelry. After all, what else comes in black velvet boxes like that? But he wasn't expecting a ring. Maybe cufflinks or a watch...those are typically what you give guys, right?

But no, this is very much a ring and he's about 90% certain it's an engagement ring. Which is a little odd considering guys don't typically wear those. At least, he's pretty sure they don't. Not that he's offended or anything. Just...surprised.

[tentacletrainer]

Rose remains quiet here, letting him take in the ring and process exactly what it is. And what this is. And then just lay her head on his shoulder.

[ghostytrainer]

It takes him a couple of minutes. There is some serious processing going on here!

"Is this..."

[tentacletrainer]

"Is that what?"

[ghostytrainer]

"Never mind." He smiles and turns his head to press a kiss to Rose's...head. Goshdarnit why is she leaning against him? Makes cheek smooches kind of difficult!

"Thank you, Rose."

[tentacletrainer]

"Thank you? There's no need for thanks." She steals a cheek kiss haha and then nuzzles his shoulder with her cheek a little. "I just felt it was unfair that you didn't get one too."

[ghostytrainer]

"Is that so? Hehe. I guess you do have a valid point there." He tilts the box a little, watching the faint light of the sunset catch on the band and little diamonds.

"And I mostly said thank you because I wasn't sure what else to say, alright? That and it's a very nice present and that's the typical response, no?"

At that, he finally takes the ring out of the box, holding it up to take a closer look, smiling all the while.

[tentacletrainer]

"I suppose so." She just watches, but after a moment of him holding it up she takes the ring from him - gently - and then takes his left hand in hers.

You don't mind if she slips it onto that ring finger of yours, do you?

[ghostytrainer]

Only if she doesn't mind him leaning in to steal an actual kiss once she's done. YOu know...on the lips, and everything!

[tentacletrainer]

Mind? Her? Never. In fact, she's all to happy to return that kiss!

[ghostytrainer]

Wonderful. He loves it when things go according to plan. Though apparently that plan does not involve a long kiss.

"So is it safe to say that the date mutiny is over? Or did you have more in mind to pass the time as we drift towards eventual land?"

[tentacletrainer]

"I think I might...have a little something else in mind." And this plan does involve kissing, apparently.

[ghostytrainer]

"Oh? Is that so-mmph!"

Oh. Oh okay. More kissing works. Definitely okay with that.

[tentacletrainer]

Yeah, she thought he would be. How would he feel if she were to slip her fingers into his hair? Maybe cup the back of his head a little...

[ghostytrainer]

He's not entirely sure what suddenly prompted this, but he's not complaining. Oh, miss Lalonde! You're making him go all weak in the knees!

His back, on the other hand, is showing no weakness at all. He's still sitting rigidly in his seat, eyes are still open in shock. In fact, he's going a little cross-eyed. Apparently he wasn't expecting this.

[tentacletrainer]

...John.

John please.

Please get into the kiss or she's going to chicken out.

As is she's already kind of worrying why he's not relaxing...

[ghostytrainer]

Just give him a minute, okay? He's caught off guard and not daring to hope that this is going where he thinks it's going. But eventually, he takes a deep breath through his nose, closing his eyes and relaxing ever so slightly. Though he's not really sure what to do with his hands.

Should he...where should he put these.

Why is it so hard to figure out what to do with your hands while kissing?

[tentacletrainer]

Just put them on her butt, John. She won't mind. But in the mean time, she's going to tilt her head just a little, trying to get a bit better of an angle. She has plans...

[ghostytrainer]

No, he can't do that. As much as he would love to return the favor and touch that butt, he just can't. Because what if she thinks he's trying to get fresh? Though once she starts exploring different angles, his heart begins to thump wildly in his chest.

Is what he thinks is about to happen actually about to happen? Finally? At long last? Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...

[tentacletrainer]

Yes, John. What you have been wanting to happen forever is finally happening. Because once she finds an angle she likes, she is certainly - albeit very hesitantly - trying to slip her tongue pass his lips and teeth.