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So a while back, I was discussing Robbie's scenes in my story with Cait, and we went a bit overboard with the crazy Robbie/Rissa relationship.
Me: ONE NIGHT SHE SNEAKS INTO HIS ROOM AND DYES HIS HAIR PINK
Me: HE IS UNPERTURBED AS IT MATCHES HIS SWEATER
Me: (Yeah, okay, that won't happen, but it's hella amusing.)
Cait: ...aww i was excited for a moment
Cait: do iiiiit
The idea was shelved, but then in the Box today I was trying to think of an idea for a prompt I really wanted to do.
Me: OH
Me: I HAS IDEA
Me: YOU KNOW THAT THING WE DISCUSSED WITH ROBBIE
Cait: OOGD
Cait: >.>
Me: AND RISSA
Cait: GOOD
Cait: OMG
Cait: OMG OMGOMGGGGGG
Me: YUS
Cait: DO THIS
And things kind of went crazy from there. This is technically a simspiration post, but since it has a few adult concepts and the above logspam, I'm putting it here.
Prompt: Dyeing your hair
Characters: Robbie Austen, William Williamson, Rissa Chandler
Word Count: 401
“Morning, gorgeous.” Will propped himself up on one arm, and poked at the rolled up bundle of blankets and pillow that was his boyfriend. “You alive in there?”
There was a muffled protest from under the covers. “William, you cannot possibly expect me to be awake at this godforsaken hour after our nocturnal activities.”
Will grinned. “Aw, poor Robbie. Come on, you can’t sulk under there all day. We have to go and thank Rissa nicely for loaning us this bedroom.”
“Because she would do us the same courtesy in a similar situation?”
“Because I like to acknowledge when she’s been good. Like giving a puppy a treat for not peeing on the carpet.”
“I’m sure she would be thrilled to hear that you frequently refer to her in metaphor as a dog.” Robbie sighed deeply and poked his head out from the blankets. Will’s easy grin froze on his face.
“What? Oh, dear, do I have bed hair?” Robbie reached up self-consciously to pat at his long hair.
“Not exactly.” Will was torn halfway between horror and amusement as he eyed Robbie’s hair. “You’ve, uh, got a little something in your hair there.”
Robbie blanched. “Can you get it out for me?”
“Kinda not.” Will fumbled in one of the drawers next to the bed and pulled out a hand mirror. “See for yourself.”
Robbie took the mirror, glanced in it, then gaped in horror.
“I think it suits you,” said Will innocently.
“MY HAIR. IT IS PINK.”
That did it. Will cracked up laughing.
“WILLIAM, THIS IS NOT FUNNY.”
“Oh, come on. You have to give the girl points for stealth. I mean, we must have both been dead asleep when she did it.”
“I AM GOING TO KILL HER.”
Will laughed harder as another thought occurred to him. “It’s a wonder she wasn’t distracted by our incredibly hot naked bodies.”
This made Robbie even more horrified, something Will wouldn’t have imagined possible. “THERE WAS A LADY IN OUR ROOM WHEN WE WERE… UNCLOTHED?”
“Well, technically, it’s her room…”
Robbie shoved aside the blankets and stormed over to where his clothes were. “CLARISSA, YOU ARE IN DEEP TROUBLE,” he yelled.
Will tilted his head to admire Robbie’s ass as he wiggled into his jeans. “Hey, Robbie?”
Still fuming, Robbie rounded on Will. “WHAT?”
“It matches your sweater,” Will giggled.
Robbie threw up his hands in disgust and stomped off.
Me: ONE NIGHT SHE SNEAKS INTO HIS ROOM AND DYES HIS HAIR PINK
Me: HE IS UNPERTURBED AS IT MATCHES HIS SWEATER
Me: (Yeah, okay, that won't happen, but it's hella amusing.)
Cait: ...aww i was excited for a moment
Cait: do iiiiit
The idea was shelved, but then in the Box today I was trying to think of an idea for a prompt I really wanted to do.
Me: OH
Me: I HAS IDEA
Me: YOU KNOW THAT THING WE DISCUSSED WITH ROBBIE
Cait: OOGD
Cait: >.>
Me: AND RISSA
Cait: GOOD
Cait: OMG
Cait: OMG OMGOMGGGGGG
Me: YUS
Cait: DO THIS
And things kind of went crazy from there. This is technically a simspiration post, but since it has a few adult concepts and the above logspam, I'm putting it here.
Prompt: Dyeing your hair
Characters: Robbie Austen, William Williamson, Rissa Chandler
Word Count: 401
“Morning, gorgeous.” Will propped himself up on one arm, and poked at the rolled up bundle of blankets and pillow that was his boyfriend. “You alive in there?”
There was a muffled protest from under the covers. “William, you cannot possibly expect me to be awake at this godforsaken hour after our nocturnal activities.”
Will grinned. “Aw, poor Robbie. Come on, you can’t sulk under there all day. We have to go and thank Rissa nicely for loaning us this bedroom.”
“Because she would do us the same courtesy in a similar situation?”
“Because I like to acknowledge when she’s been good. Like giving a puppy a treat for not peeing on the carpet.”
“I’m sure she would be thrilled to hear that you frequently refer to her in metaphor as a dog.” Robbie sighed deeply and poked his head out from the blankets. Will’s easy grin froze on his face.
“What? Oh, dear, do I have bed hair?” Robbie reached up self-consciously to pat at his long hair.
“Not exactly.” Will was torn halfway between horror and amusement as he eyed Robbie’s hair. “You’ve, uh, got a little something in your hair there.”
Robbie blanched. “Can you get it out for me?”
“Kinda not.” Will fumbled in one of the drawers next to the bed and pulled out a hand mirror. “See for yourself.”
Robbie took the mirror, glanced in it, then gaped in horror.
“I think it suits you,” said Will innocently.
“MY HAIR. IT IS PINK.”
That did it. Will cracked up laughing.
“WILLIAM, THIS IS NOT FUNNY.”
“Oh, come on. You have to give the girl points for stealth. I mean, we must have both been dead asleep when she did it.”
“I AM GOING TO KILL HER.”
Will laughed harder as another thought occurred to him. “It’s a wonder she wasn’t distracted by our incredibly hot naked bodies.”
This made Robbie even more horrified, something Will wouldn’t have imagined possible. “THERE WAS A LADY IN OUR ROOM WHEN WE WERE… UNCLOTHED?”
“Well, technically, it’s her room…”
Robbie shoved aside the blankets and stormed over to where his clothes were. “CLARISSA, YOU ARE IN DEEP TROUBLE,” he yelled.
Will tilted his head to admire Robbie’s ass as he wiggled into his jeans. “Hey, Robbie?”
Still fuming, Robbie rounded on Will. “WHAT?”
“It matches your sweater,” Will giggled.
Robbie threw up his hands in disgust and stomped off.