The Room at the Bottom of the Stairs; Our Lady of Fandom; Sunday Afternoon.
After the prom, Rosette and John had ended up in her bed, which she had won in the arguement because it was more comfortable than the Sparky's couch, and the morning had her in nothing but John's boxers and John in nothing but a pair of socks, and a Chrono waking up in the other bed to that very, very disturbing image.
"Oh, God, Rosette! Please don't tell me you...while I...you....ARG! HUMANS!" He totally threw his pillow at them.
"Shut up, Chrono!" Rosette threw it back, stuck her tongue out at him, and then realized she was bearing her shirtless self to him and quickly pulled the covers up. "John's going with us to California, so you're just going to have to get used to this." She lifted her chin defiantly.
"You guys couldn't have, I don't know, put on some clothes out of respect?"
"We so totally have clothes on!"
Chrono groaned. Humans...
[[ John modded with permission; mostly establishy and for apocalypsesoon and thankfully no brainbreaky kidlet sneaking into the church basement. Yet. ]]
"Oh, God, Rosette! Please don't tell me you...while I...you....ARG! HUMANS!" He totally threw his pillow at them.
"Shut up, Chrono!" Rosette threw it back, stuck her tongue out at him, and then realized she was bearing her shirtless self to him and quickly pulled the covers up. "John's going with us to California, so you're just going to have to get used to this." She lifted her chin defiantly.
"You guys couldn't have, I don't know, put on some clothes out of respect?"
"We so totally have clothes on!"
Chrono groaned. Humans...
[[ John modded with permission; mostly establishy and for apocalypsesoon and thankfully no brainbreaky kidlet sneaking into the church basement. Yet. ]]