Jules is just curled up with an arm slung over him, snuggled close. PINING and using him for cuddles, sorry man. Except, after a while of just being asleep - restlessly so - she finally opens her eyes, and stares at him with a kind of muted horror.
She shouldn't have done that; it's happened before, and even with all the guilt and regret, it's happened again.
Very softly, as she sits up and tries to scoot to the edge of the bed to find her clothes - not noting that they at least made it to a bed, this time: ) Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
[ He's all right with cuddles. Don't tell anyone, he's got a reputation to uphold (not really), but he digs 'em cuddles.
Happily sleeping, enjoying the warmth of the bed, he's oblivious to Jules' inner turmoil - or was, until she started moving and gathering clothes and all around getting him to wake up, which leads him to catch the last row of fucks Jules is spewing. He makes a groan that could be mistaken by the sound of a belching bear and presses his face against the pillow. ]
( The groan earns a dark look from Jules, like she's angry with him. She is. If he hadn't been here, this wouldn't have happened. If he hadn't saved her, then she wouldn't be hurting. Illogical, yes, beyond reason and personal responsibility, but she's miserable, feels like everything is all twisted around and wrong. Moreso than usual, in this chaotic, backwards world. )
Shhh yourself.
( Except, she's having problems locating her shirt. Under, yes, skirt, yes, bra... okay that's underneath him, she can see the strap. So she's tugging at it, ignoring his need for sleep. )
[ On the other hand, London here tends to sleep with an eye open. Weapon dealer in a world full of bitches trying to kill humans, it's no wonder that a rat tiptoeing on a thick carpet could wake him up.
A girl stealing his blankets is just as offensive.
So, in his (not very) gentlemanly fashion, London reaches back, to the covers, wraps his fingers around it and tugs them away from Remy, only to wrap himself up in that beautiful duvet. Aah, comfortable. ]
[ That tugging, of course, just ends up bringing Remy with the blankets and that's more than enough to startle her awake. She sits up quickly, still half-asleep and more than a little dazed despite how wide her eyes are, and looks around. When her eyes settle on the guy next to her, though, panic sets in. ]
You have got to be kidding me. [ She snatches a pillow to cover herself up with even though she's wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, though they are a tad on the small side. (She likes being comfortable, okay? Long sleeves and pant legs are the exact opposite.) ] No. No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening.
[ And from his corner, London sighs in annoyance at the brusque movements of Remy that are accompanied by her voice. It makes it a little hard to sleep when someone on your bed is moving around like an Energizer bunny. ]
Girl, you best stop moving around so much and sit down. [ He doesn't even bother looking at her. ] Or I'mma slap you. [ What a gentleman. ]
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Jules is just curled up with an arm slung over him, snuggled close. PINING and using him for cuddles, sorry man. Except, after a while of just being asleep - restlessly so - she finally opens her eyes, and stares at him with a kind of muted horror.
She shouldn't have done that; it's happened before, and even with all the guilt and regret, it's happened again.
Very softly, as she sits up and tries to scoot to the edge of the bed to find her clothes - not noting that they at least made it to a bed, this time: ) Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
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Happily sleeping, enjoying the warmth of the bed, he's oblivious to Jules' inner turmoil - or was, until she started moving and gathering clothes and all around getting him to wake up, which leads him to catch the last row of fucks Jules is spewing. He makes a groan that could be mistaken by the sound of a belching bear and presses his face against the pillow. ]
Shh.
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Shhh yourself.
( Except, she's having problems locating her shirt. Under, yes, skirt, yes, bra... okay that's underneath him, she can see the strap. So she's tugging at it, ignoring his need for sleep. )
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A girl stealing his blankets is just as offensive.
So, in his (not very) gentlemanly fashion, London reaches back, to the covers, wraps his fingers around it and tugs them away from Remy, only to wrap himself up in that beautiful duvet. Aah, comfortable. ]
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You have got to be kidding me. [ She snatches a pillow to cover herself up with even though she's wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, though they are a tad on the small side. (She likes being comfortable, okay? Long sleeves and pant legs are the exact opposite.) ] No. No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening.
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Girl, you best stop moving around so much and sit down. [ He doesn't even bother looking at her. ] Or I'mma slap you. [ What a gentleman. ]
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