lazy sunday.

[slyautolycus]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Countdown to Darkness' / Sunday, Oct 23 / 3:17 pm
Location: Gryff Commons
Open to: Gryffs of all shapes and sizes. :D
Currently involving: Sly dogggggg

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[lauren_taylor_d]

Lauren was chuckling to herself as she walked back into the common room, having just finished her little chat with one Sebby Rivera. Oh, that boy amused her. She could see herself hanging out with him a lot, just for the laughs. But he really was a sweetheart, so she didn't think she'd put him through that kind of torture too often

[slyautolycus]

[ Aahahaha yesssss, Lauren should SO be part of the Sly Hogsmeade Harem! *Waggle.* ]

Sly was floating in a pool full of lemon jello, jiggling comfortably every so often as jello was wont to do. He inhaled the freshly sweet aroma of lemon mixed with the odd glucose compound and Yellow No. 5, quite content. The breeze was of a soft, spring variety, and it sifted through his hair, carrying on it the scent of future schemes. Because in dreams such things had scents, oh yes.

But suddenly he was knocked nearly off his peppermint stick pool chair by the rude heel of an eel-tongued Harpy, who he was quite sure didn't belong in his yummy jello fantasy. Sly clung to his peppermint floaty (which was really a large sofa cushion) and mumbled moodily, "Arr, piss off, mm... buggery.. buggery Banshee... yarrr..."

And a hand reached out to bat away the offending heel, eyes remaining closed.

[lauren_taylor_d]

((haha that was the plan!! ;D))

Throwing her head back, she laughed heartily, watching in utter amusement as Sly -- someone who she had always thought of to be quite suave and sexy -- clung to the sofa cushion. How cute!! He looked like a little 5-year-old, and she had the strongest urge to just pinch his little cheek... never mind which cheek she thought about pinching. ;)

"Did you just call me a Banshee?" Lauren laughed harder, stepping up on the sofa to take a seat right on his stomach, bouncing softly to get him to wake up. She thought briefly about the fact that she could crush the poor fellow, but she pushed it away, knowing she wasn't that heavy.

"Slllllllyyyyyyy!!!" She leaned down, whispering in his ear, "Wake uuuuuuuuup!"

[slyautolycus]

Crimaninny, and now the Banshee was SUFFOCATING HIM and he was sinking into the jello and surely going to drown and there went his pretty jello fantasy and...

Oh. Wait. He wasn't in a pool of jello, after all.
He was squished into the sofa and smothered by one very cheeky Lauren Dispenziere.

Alright so the jello might have been nice, but Lauren was nicer. She was a delectable bird, after all. Still, Sly had little patience for all the WAKING UP people were doing to him today. What gives, really?! It was SUNDAY. Didn't people know about SUNDAYS? He groaned, and whined, and pouted at her, barely opening his eyes and appearing quite put out.

"Gerroff me, you bird-sized alarm clock," he grumbled, though his lips curled into the tiniest hint of a smirk, belying the gruffness. He made no move to shove her off.

But he did club her in the noggin with a pillow.