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socoolbrewster) wrote2012-04-12 06:35 am
socoolbrewster) wrote2012-04-12 06:35 am
{ 09 } I feel like a prized asshole, no-one even mentions my casserole
[VIDEO - public]
[Annoyance. Amusement. Loss. Alone. Hurt. Hungry. Without the structure of more human thoughts they're a jumble, stronger than you'd expect, more raw. Basic.
But outwardly he just looks a combination of irritated and amused.]
Just...stop it. All of you. It's bad enough I can smell you, now I have to see it too? What. the. FUCK.
You look like rainbows. It's kind of ridiculous; if I laugh at you it's because you look like Glenda the Good Witch.
It's like I'm lost in fucking Bath and Body Works.
[A/N: Ed is gloriously Affected, and is currently both a receiver and a transmitter. Have fun!]
[Annoyance. Amusement. Loss. Alone. Hurt. Hungry. Without the structure of more human thoughts they're a jumble, stronger than you'd expect, more raw. Basic.
But outwardly he just looks a combination of irritated and amused.]
Just...stop it. All of you. It's bad enough I can smell you, now I have to see it too? What. the. FUCK.
You look like rainbows. It's kind of ridiculous; if I laugh at you it's because you look like Glenda the Good Witch.
It's like I'm lost in fucking Bath and Body Works.
[A/N: Ed is gloriously Affected, and is currently both a receiver and a transmitter. Have fun!]
[Private]
[A pause. Yes, no, maybe.]
Like what, the fact that it's probably waaay too easy to fuck with people? Or peer pressure in general.
[...Yes, Ed, of course your brain automatically goes to the screwing people over applications.]
[Private]
[She blinks at him. And then comes to a slow realization. He's not reading her signals because he does not know how. He's a--]
[Shock, and then...sort of a little warmth, followed by a slow wave of...scheming. Good natured scheming, but, all the scheming.]
[And a slow smile.]
[Private]
[...Stop it, Wanda. Stop with those feelings, he doesn't trust...any of them. Especially the scheming.]
...What. Stop that. Whatever you're thinking, either share with the class or cut it out.
[Private]
[...and then she lets him off the hook.]
Oh, I was just wondering a few things. Like the effect of mutual empathy on make-out sessions. And what would happen if I got tanked and then gave you a pint or so.
[Private]
[The first...he is talking completely out of his ass. He doesn't know, has no even faint clue, and only said it because he's not expecting a trial. ...Not that he wouldn't want to, he just doesn't really expect her to suggest it for actual because lol Ed and girls. The second? Absolute truth, and curiosity.]
[Private]
Either one I mean.
[Nice and matter of fact, like asking him over to play D&D.]
[Private]
Um. Yeah. Sure. I'd be down. ...Also either.
[And a smirk that's halfway to derp. ...Because being undead does NOT give you a more equipped skill set to deal with the ladies, sorry Ed.]
[Private]
[The smirk gets him a flash of amusement/affection and cheerfulness.]
Figure the second one, I'll just call you next time I'm toasty. Shouldn't take long.
[Private]
Why, you a lightweight?
[Private]
[Private]
[...Said with all the cavalier cockiness of a guy who has never had that particular experience...ever.]
So. The other thing?
[Raised eyebrow.]
[Private]
[A slow grin.]
Remember how I was just waiting to figure out whether I could trust you?
Getcher ass down here.
[Private]
[A grin back, and he's practically already on his way.]
So I'm guessing that's good news for that.
[And yes, now OFFICIALLY on his way.]