027. [so very accidental video]

[itsahotone]

[She woke up and half of her room was empty.

Brittany was gone. Brittany is gone, and thanks to the stupid event, Santana's not even sure when it happened.

This would be why she is curled up on her bed, back to the stupid traitorous camera, sobbing.]

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[timisnotme]

*Shit shit shit shit. What the hell happened? Also, her room looks weird but he's too busy worrying about Santana to notice that.*

Hey. What... What's wrong?

[timisnotme]

Of course I did. I don't like seeing you upset.

*And it didn't even take him seven hours to get down here!*

[itsahotone]

[Oh god she may be starting to tear up again.]

Then you should have ignored me. Then you wouldn't see it.

[timisnotme]

That's not what I mean. And I never ignore you.

*See? SEE? He's so awesome. And he's not even wearing a terrible shirt or anything! It's black! It's plain! It won't burn out her retinas! What a great guy.*

[itsahotone]

[She's still brushing away tears. And not looking at him.]

Can I...

[NEVER MIND.]

Never mind.

[timisnotme]

Can you what?

*He inches a bit closer.*

Want me to stay here with you for a while? Or.. *LIGHT BULB* Wanna come up to my room and get away from here?

[itsahotone]

[She feels like a total loser, but when the other choice is staring at the empty part of her room all night long. So she nods.]

Yeah. Can I?

[timisnotme]

Of course.

*To his room! He hasn't gotten around to doing too much. There's a bed, his fish is back on his nightstand without the dumb plastic unicorn.

The couch and TV are still missing and there's a conspicuous lack of crocodile. But he got his super comfy bedspread back and it needs to be worn in.*

[itsahotone]

[She'd mock his limpy slowness if she was at all in the mood to be normal. Instead she just follows along, arms wrapped around herself.]

Looks different.

[timisnotme]

Yeah I ... haven't really gotten around to making it look the way it used to.

*Also it takes him a lot longer to push heavy things out of the closet now. He sits down on the bed and pats the space next to him.*

[itsahotone]

[She sits, staring down at her hands.]

Obviously. Don't even see the crocodile.

[timisnotme]

I haven't found him yet.

Got the gay fish back. He was having an orgy.

*He hesitates and then wraps an arm around her shoulders.*

[itsahotone]

[She will allow it, and maybe even lean against him.]

...That's really gross.

[timisnotme]

The other fish had tentacles too. *shudder* Really gross. But eventually I'll get to the rest of the room.

And I've barely made any clothes. Just so that you can approve them. I remembered.

[itsahotone]

[She breathes a shaky laugh at that, mindlessly playing with the hem of his shirt.]

Yeah? I should take a look.

[timisnotme]

Whenever you want. No rush.

*He's not going anywhere for a while. He has priorities! Like cuddling her.*