Room 407, Monday evening: wait, WHAT happened to Mikey!?
Jude had wondered about the identity of the tiny yet adorable turtle trying to get to his feet in the middle of their floor for all of about a minute and a half before realizing that there was that distressing tendency dudes around here had for turning into weetiny versions of themselves. "Don't worry, Mikey-bro, it'll be okay," he assured the wee turtle as he rescued him from the floor. "I am totally here for you."
So Mikey went back on Mikey's bed and Jude sat down at his desk to research how to care for weetiny mutant ninja turtles.
Okay, so Rikku hoped her Jude-dude didn't mind her sneaking off when she woke up from their impromptu little nap. That just meant they'd have to have more of a hello, how've you been? sort of conversation now, right? Hopefully he wouldn't be muttering about more furniture in his sleep.
Knock knock knock!
No furniture. But Jude had been sidetracked by Wikipedia and had somehow ended up reading the entry on Kraft Dinner. Mmm, mac'n'cheese . . . that would be delicious on a stick.
"'S open!"
Rikku popped her head around the doorway. "Oh, you're up! Hiya! What'cha up to?" She leaned in far enough to see the computer screen. "Oooooooh. You're on the internet thing."
Jude turned and grinned at her, pushing back from the desk in a manner which conveniently left his lap wiiiide open for no reason whatsoever.
"Hey. I'm tryin' to figure out if I have to do anything special for Mikey."
"You fell asleep on me last night," she teased, shutting the door behind her. Oooh, Mikey wasn't here. She climbed onto Jude's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Is it his birthday or something? I recommend getting him something orange."
She leaned down a bit to nudge his nose and grin at him.
"Sorry," he chuckled sheepishly, his hands sliding around her waist. "You're too comfy. And nah, bra, he turned into a turtle." Jude was very mellow about this fact. And with all this nudging and closeness, well of course he was going to stretch up for a kiss.
Rikku brushed her lips over his quickly, pulling away for a second. "Comfy? Mmmm. I can live with that. I suppose. I mean, that's not all you think of me, right? Comfy?"
She illustrated her point by lightly tracing his lower lip with her tongue, and then pulling him close for a much more breathless kiss.
When she finally stopped for breath, she gave him a curious look. "... But Mikey's already a turtle."
"Hot," Jude added quickly. "Hot and comfy." Mmm, kisses. Oh, right, question.
"But he's a littler turtle now." Jude pointed at Mikey's bed.
"I can deal with Hot and Comfy," she said, nodding and snuggling in a bit. "Probably not at the same time. Hotness and comfiness are kinda mutually exclusive."
She glanced over at Mikey's bed, and her jaw dropped. She jumped up suddenly and walked over to kneel next to him. "Jude! What happened! Did he - does he do that a lot?! Did he un-radioactive whatever? Is he zapped or something!? Is he gonna be okay!??!"
No more kisses? Jude blinked. This conversation had taken an unexpected and unwelcome turn. So he peeled himself off his chair and went over as well to look down at wee Mikey. "I dunno, bra, I just walked in and he was like that. It's probably just Fandom weirdness stuff so I'm gonna keep an eye on him and if he stays like that too long I'll ask Phoebe or Hermione about it or something."
Rikku eyed him worriedly and looked back up at Jude. "Oh. Yeah. You're probably right, just ... Fandom again. Wow. Kinda scary, though, I mean, what if whatever-it-is he got hit with, like, wore off?"
She shivered, straightening up. "It'll be okay, right? I mean, maybe they do this now and again. We should ask, like, his brothers. Maybe this is, uh, normal?"
She looped her arms around Jude's waist. "You're not worried?"
Jude hugged her back. "Nope. This stuff happens all the time. But I should let them know. They could probably look after him better than me. I don't wanna, y' know, hurt him or anything." Recalling feline abuse at the hands of a three-year-old Rikku? Maybe a little.
Weetiny Rikku was certainly not intending to cause quite so many injuries ...
"Oh. Yeah. I mean, I don't know what, uh, turtles ... need, or anything." She chewed her lip, considering. "I mean, you're doing a great job with Fish, though. He's all happy and stuff, right?"
She stretched up for a quick kiss, and then pulled back immediately, blushing. "Oh. Uh. Sorry."
Again, with the unexpected and unwelcome. ". . . for what?"
Rikku nodded over to the other bed, fidgeting a little. "He's ... kinda ... you know? Watching? I can't, uh. Kiss you in front of your roommate, that's ... like ... rude, isn't it?"
"Oh." Jude reached over and rearranged Mikey's orange . . . thing so the turtle's view was blocked. "Better?" Please let Mikey understand the sacrifices that a dude had to make for another dude's happiness.
"Is he gonna be okay like that?" Rikku asked, only hesitating a little. She'd been away all weekend, and he'd been napping yesterday, and Jude looked so cute taking care of Mikey, and ... she leaned up just a little. "He ... he should be, right?"
"He'll be fine," Jude assured her, with a silent 'please, dude, please'. He pulled her away from Mikey's bed towards his - not dirty - before leaning down himself. Luckily there wasn't much of a height difference, which meant that a little from him and a little from her . . .
Mmmm, kisses.
Rikku's fingers twined in the back of his hair as she leaned up just a little for a lingering kiss. She pulled slightly on the front of his shirt and felt his bed bump the back of her knees.
She broke the kiss in order to sit down on his bed, and darted a quick look over at Mikey. Still just hanging out behind the mask. "... He seems okay enough, yeah? Should be all right."
"Totally," Jude agreed, sitting next to her and already reaching out for her again. Hey, hello, napping yesterday. He had lost time to make up.
Rikku grinned and pulled him close, sliding her hands under the hem of his shirt. Mmmm, kisses. Mmmmm, skin. If Mikey didn't mind, then she certainly wasn't going to object.
(preplayed with dude_its_jude while the mun was stuck in cubicle hell. to be continued in comments.)
So Mikey went back on Mikey's bed and Jude sat down at his desk to research how to care for weetiny mutant ninja turtles.
Okay, so Rikku hoped her Jude-dude didn't mind her sneaking off when she woke up from their impromptu little nap. That just meant they'd have to have more of a hello, how've you been? sort of conversation now, right? Hopefully he wouldn't be muttering about more furniture in his sleep.
Knock knock knock!
No furniture. But Jude had been sidetracked by Wikipedia and had somehow ended up reading the entry on Kraft Dinner. Mmm, mac'n'cheese . . . that would be delicious on a stick.
"'S open!"
Rikku popped her head around the doorway. "Oh, you're up! Hiya! What'cha up to?" She leaned in far enough to see the computer screen. "Oooooooh. You're on the internet thing."
Jude turned and grinned at her, pushing back from the desk in a manner which conveniently left his lap wiiiide open for no reason whatsoever.
"Hey. I'm tryin' to figure out if I have to do anything special for Mikey."
"You fell asleep on me last night," she teased, shutting the door behind her. Oooh, Mikey wasn't here. She climbed onto Jude's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Is it his birthday or something? I recommend getting him something orange."
She leaned down a bit to nudge his nose and grin at him.
"Sorry," he chuckled sheepishly, his hands sliding around her waist. "You're too comfy. And nah, bra, he turned into a turtle." Jude was very mellow about this fact. And with all this nudging and closeness, well of course he was going to stretch up for a kiss.
Rikku brushed her lips over his quickly, pulling away for a second. "Comfy? Mmmm. I can live with that. I suppose. I mean, that's not all you think of me, right? Comfy?"
She illustrated her point by lightly tracing his lower lip with her tongue, and then pulling him close for a much more breathless kiss.
When she finally stopped for breath, she gave him a curious look. "... But Mikey's already a turtle."
"Hot," Jude added quickly. "Hot and comfy." Mmm, kisses. Oh, right, question.
"But he's a littler turtle now." Jude pointed at Mikey's bed.
"I can deal with Hot and Comfy," she said, nodding and snuggling in a bit. "Probably not at the same time. Hotness and comfiness are kinda mutually exclusive."
She glanced over at Mikey's bed, and her jaw dropped. She jumped up suddenly and walked over to kneel next to him. "Jude! What happened! Did he - does he do that a lot?! Did he un-radioactive whatever? Is he zapped or something!? Is he gonna be okay!??!"
No more kisses? Jude blinked. This conversation had taken an unexpected and unwelcome turn. So he peeled himself off his chair and went over as well to look down at wee Mikey. "I dunno, bra, I just walked in and he was like that. It's probably just Fandom weirdness stuff so I'm gonna keep an eye on him and if he stays like that too long I'll ask Phoebe or Hermione about it or something."
Rikku eyed him worriedly and looked back up at Jude. "Oh. Yeah. You're probably right, just ... Fandom again. Wow. Kinda scary, though, I mean, what if whatever-it-is he got hit with, like, wore off?"
She shivered, straightening up. "It'll be okay, right? I mean, maybe they do this now and again. We should ask, like, his brothers. Maybe this is, uh, normal?"
She looped her arms around Jude's waist. "You're not worried?"
Jude hugged her back. "Nope. This stuff happens all the time. But I should let them know. They could probably look after him better than me. I don't wanna, y' know, hurt him or anything." Recalling feline abuse at the hands of a three-year-old Rikku? Maybe a little.
Weetiny Rikku was certainly not intending to cause quite so many injuries ...
"Oh. Yeah. I mean, I don't know what, uh, turtles ... need, or anything." She chewed her lip, considering. "I mean, you're doing a great job with Fish, though. He's all happy and stuff, right?"
She stretched up for a quick kiss, and then pulled back immediately, blushing. "Oh. Uh. Sorry."
Again, with the unexpected and unwelcome. ". . . for what?"
Rikku nodded over to the other bed, fidgeting a little. "He's ... kinda ... you know? Watching? I can't, uh. Kiss you in front of your roommate, that's ... like ... rude, isn't it?"
"Oh." Jude reached over and rearranged Mikey's orange . . . thing so the turtle's view was blocked. "Better?" Please let Mikey understand the sacrifices that a dude had to make for another dude's happiness.
"Is he gonna be okay like that?" Rikku asked, only hesitating a little. She'd been away all weekend, and he'd been napping yesterday, and Jude looked so cute taking care of Mikey, and ... she leaned up just a little. "He ... he should be, right?"
"He'll be fine," Jude assured her, with a silent 'please, dude, please'. He pulled her away from Mikey's bed towards his - not dirty - before leaning down himself. Luckily there wasn't much of a height difference, which meant that a little from him and a little from her . . .
Mmmm, kisses.
Rikku's fingers twined in the back of his hair as she leaned up just a little for a lingering kiss. She pulled slightly on the front of his shirt and felt his bed bump the back of her knees.
She broke the kiss in order to sit down on his bed, and darted a quick look over at Mikey. Still just hanging out behind the mask. "... He seems okay enough, yeah? Should be all right."
"Totally," Jude agreed, sitting next to her and already reaching out for her again. Hey, hello, napping yesterday. He had lost time to make up.
Rikku grinned and pulled him close, sliding her hands under the hem of his shirt. Mmmm, kisses. Mmmmm, skin. If Mikey didn't mind, then she certainly wasn't going to object.
(preplayed with dude_its_jude while the mun was stuck in cubicle hell. to be continued in comments.)