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[Written] Baby it's cold outside

it's colder than the sea witch's titties out here
not that i ever touched them. ew.
huge boner killer
but it's unreal like
i can't get warm even if i'm sitting next to a fire.
so
who wants to help me get warm?
shit i hate that this thing can't take video
there's no way for me to show you how awesome i am.
hold up
wait a minute

[Dave decides to draw a self portrait with the same red ink he's been using to write. He makes his face and hair first, carelessly scribbles in his shades, and when he gets to his body he decides that he doesn't give a shit about anatomy.]

[Wow. That is the shittiest drawing ever. It's cool though, in an ironic sort of way. Dave is completely convinced that this shitty drawing will get him laid. Girls love a guy with a sense of humor.]

there
i'm fucking ripped.
who wants me?

[Feel free to have your character laugh at him/make fun of him/etc.]

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It is kinda crazy. I didn't believe it myself at first, but Rose can be really convincing.

[It doesn't help that he doesn't have any memories of it. He believes her though.]

I wouldn't say it was a matter of luck so much as a matter of time.

Hmm? Rose? [It's a lovely name, in her opinion.]

That's a terrible joke. [Nonetheless, Grell laughs softly at it.]

My sister. She's a seer, so she sees things.

[He isn't funny at all and he knows it.]

What do you expect from a guy with time powers? Or a guy who used to have time powers. I don't have them anymore, but if I did I would time jump all over the place. I'd do it right now. I could jump to the end of this conversation and see if we make out.

The title is obvious enough. [If she wasn't a seer, then it would be ironic.]

Skip to the end? Tsk, tsk. [Grell puts down her glass and stands to her feet, closing the distance between them. She bends forward so that their faces are only an inch apart, running as ungloved finger along his chin.] The details in between [Her knee rests on the chair between his thighs.] Are my favorite parts~!

Besides, one does not need time travel to know the ending. [Leaning in closer, Grell whispers:]

A true lady doesn't kiss a man she just met.

Edited 2014-01-25 09:38 (UTC)

[Dave stays calm and detached right up until her finger runs along his chin. Then he exhales sharply. He's been cold all day, but warmth spreads throughout his body at her touch. It confirms what he thought; the curse can't be assuaged any other way.

The knee between his legs is no less titillating. Normally he might object to being teased, but Grell is so persuasive he can't help but agree with her.]

Sure, that's messed up, but for someone who doesn't kiss a guy on the first date you sure are getting close. You're all up in my grill like it's summer time and you wanna barbecue some beef.

[The reaction is one Grell approves of, but the statement baffles her. There is a moment of confusion showing on her face, before she figures it's just a food metaphor, and that she must be very close to the fire. There is a smile on her face before she shrugs.]

Consider this an appetizer. You'll have to return for the main course.

[You'd think Dave would learn not to use slang around people who clearly aren't from the same time he is, but he never does. The metaphors don't matter anyway. He just loves the sound of his own voice.]

Okay, I'll pencil in our candle light dinner date. My schedule's tight, but we can work something out.

[Grell nods and stands again, adjusting her glasses with the same smile on her face.]

How kind of you~! I shall look forward to our next encounter.

As will I.

[He raises his glass to that and takes another sip of rum, which is almost gone now. It will be difficult for him to resist making a joke about how the rum is gone.]

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