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tvk2012-02-10 06:40 pm
lordsexybritches) wrote in tvk2012-02-10 06:40 pm
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Sixth lecture -- video
[When the feed turned on, it was past the dark hour, and the video only showed Lord El-Melloi lying in bed on side, apparently sleeping. How the phone's camera had turned on at all was a mystery; it certainly wasn't him.]
[For a few moments, that's all that happened. Just Waver, sleeping.]
[Then, across the bed, something slowly rose up over his bedside. Something long, pink, and suspiciously ahoge-shaped.]
[Hovering over Waver was a certain British privateer, grinning ear-to-ear down at him.]
[An uncomfortable expression briefly passed over his face, as though he could feel her eyes on him, and then his eyes opened. He looked confused for a moment and turned over.]
[And screamed.A suspiciously high-pitched one.]
[The feed cut out.]
[For a few moments, that's all that happened. Just Waver, sleeping.]
[Then, across the bed, something slowly rose up over his bedside. Something long, pink, and suspiciously ahoge-shaped.]
[Hovering over Waver was a certain British privateer, grinning ear-to-ear down at him.]
[An uncomfortable expression briefly passed over his face, as though he could feel her eyes on him, and then his eyes opened. He looked confused for a moment and turned over.]
[And screamed.
[The feed cut out.]
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[Beat.]
Unless you want me to b--
[WHUMP.]
[That's the sound of Rider passing out, falling off the bed, and hitting the floor.]
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[Well, that sure was a thing that just happened.]
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[brb, concussion]
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[Why did these things have to happen to him.]
Wonderful.
[He got out of bed and went into another room for a moment. When he came back, he had a blanket and a pillow.]
[The pillow he stuck under her head. The blanket was dropped over her unceremoniously.]
Ridiculous woman.
[And he was going to get his ass back to bed, because it was too damn early to deal with this.]
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[When you wake up you'll find Rider snuck her way into your bed.]
[You may also find that she occasionally sleeps without a shirt. Because why the fuck not.]
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Ngh?
[How did his face get between these two pillows?]
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[Snooooooooooooooore.]
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[When he opened his eyes, he was staring at enormous tracts of land.]
[He slowly removed his face from Francis Drake's royal tits.]
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[That'd be a concussion if her head wasn't as dense as all holy hell.]
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[nope, she didn't wake up.]
[i ain't even mad]
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[He threw all of the covers on top of her.]
[And then got out of bed, pulled on some pants and stormed off to go make some tea. Because when he had batshit crazy women who wouldn't leave him alone, the best solution was tea.]
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[A crushing shirtless hug.]
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[YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE HIM DROP THE TEA]
What in the-- Drake!
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Yes~?
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Let go of me or I swear to God I will pour this tea on you!
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I've half a mind to do so anyway. Now, let go of me so that I can pour, and for God's sake put a shirt on.
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[She'll just wander off to stuff her chest into one of your shirts, Waver.]
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Mad bloody woman.
[And when she comes back, he's just going to stare. And forget that he was pouring, so now there's an overflowing cup and tea on his countertop.]
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Idiot, what do you think you're doing wasting perfectly good tea like that?!
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[He tore his eyes away from Rider's large tracts of land, and only then noticed that he was spilling his tea.]
Fuck! [He'd just be grabbing a hand towel to clean that up, now. It was a shame to waste good tea, but there was always more tea-- Rider would not be standing there in that shirt forever.]
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