#201, Late Afternoon Thursday

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*Cally needs a shower. A very, very long shower. Between Shep shoving Pumpkin guts down her shirt and dissection in Biology, today has been ultra-super nasty gross. So, she enters #201, drops off her backpack, strips down, and hops into the bathroom for the neccessary long, long, get-the-ick-all-off-of-her shower. She dries off and gets dressed again. She opens the door to the room before plopping down on the bed barefoot, grabbing one of Anders' Pyramid playbooks to read*

*She's resorted to reading Pyramid playbooks. Someone save her from this, please*

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*wanders in after AbPsych, still pumpkin-gooey everywhere from the fight with Shep, having been wandering around looking and smelling like an inside-out gourd all day*

Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, coach. Whoa, you must be bored.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*looks up from the playbook*

Whatever gave you that idea? *laugh*

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*points at the playbook*

Nobody reads those things. Not even me, most of the time. Mostly my dad gets 'em for me, and I look things up now and then, but not my idea of light reading. The CPL rulebook, on the other hand . . .

*blinks as a stringy bit of pumpkin innards falls out of his hair and lands on his nose*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Okay... you shower. You can make fun of me for trying to learn more about your sport afterwards. Sweaty is one thing, but Pumpkiny is a whole other issue.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*stands there and blinks some more, as more pumpkin goop falls out of his hair*

Wasn't making fun of you, honest. And hey, I was just tryin' to defend you from Shep, is all.

*heads into the bathroom for a shower, and emerges shortly thereafter clean, scrubbed, and non-pumpkiny, in his pajamas*

There. Am I presentable now?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*closes the playbook and puts it away*
S'okay, I was just bein' silly. And thanks for defending me against Shep. You were regular knight in shining armor. Atleast, before you got all goopy.

*raises an eyebrow*

Pajamas, already?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* They were in the bathroom. There's totally nothing on underneath. I can change, if you wanna go out later or something.

But they're comfy, and comfy is good when I need to be thinking about stuff. *nods, and flops down on the bed next to Cally*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Dunno. Kinda just wanna sit back and relax, really. The outside world kept throwing ick at me today.

*chews on her lower lip for a second* What d'you need to be thinkin' about?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Ick as in more than just pumpkin goop? *frowns and rests his head on Cally's stomach* Not cool. Where was I to stop this?

And I'm thinkin' . . . about what we're gonna do tomorrow night. 'cause it's gotta be good. Really good. The best. 'cause you're the best.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Ick as in Bio had us cutting up piggies today. Not fun at all.

*reaches down and runs her hand through Anders' hair* I dunno if I'm the best, champ... I think you got me beat, most time.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Oh, gross. And people wondered why I never wanted to take Bio. Anything I can do to take your mind off it?

And no way have I got you beat. You're absolutely the best, hands down. *nods again, and scritches Cally's stomach*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Hey, this has got me totally distracted. And in fear of devolving into one of those silly "no, you're the best" arguments, I'm just gonna concede, and be all selfish. *scritches behind Anders' ear*

Erm... do you hear ribbiting?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Um. *tilts his head and listens* Yeah.

Kinda a lot of it, actually.

*peers around the room* Oh, Lords of Kobol, there's a frog in the shower. How did I not notice that earlier? And it sounds like there's a frakload of 'em in the halls. I'm thinking we should, like . . . not open the door at all.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Yeah. We'll just leave the door closed... maybe we should get rid of the one in the shower? We could chuck it out the window, carefully. It'd live.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Maybe we can figure out how to reactivate RIC if it gets to be a problem.

*scrambles off the bed and retrives the frog from the shower, carrying it gingerly over to the window and dropping it out, aiming for the tree branch below*

Gross. I need to wash my hands now.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*sighs and flops against the bed*

Frogs better not ruin the One-Month. *pouts a little*

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*opens his mouth, then closes it, and makes with the determined-face*

They won't. If I gotta cut class all day tomorrow and run around skewering every last frakking one of 'em, they're not ruining tomorrow. No way.

*goes to wash his hands, then comes back out and flops next to Cally, slinging his arm over her*

Nothing's ruining tomorrow, I swear.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Good. *smile* Tommorow's gonna be the best, huh? Got ideas on how that's gonna happen, or are you wantin' to surprise me?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Well, there's gotta be some surprise stuff, sure, but this is for both of us, so I wanna know what you want to do. 'cause we share, remember? *scritches Cally's stomach some more*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Ideas, huh? Well, I guess dinner out would be a cool idea.... Other than that... Hmmm. Dunno.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Oh, definitely dinner out. For sure. That's just for starters. And no arguing on the price, okay? Whatever you want, best dinner we can find.

There's all this new stuff in town . . . there's gotta be a ton of things we can do.

*scoots up and kisses Cally's cheek*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

There is? I've not gotten out much in the past few days... guess you see it when you go on those jogs, huh?

Anything look particularly fun?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Yup. It's the one big upside to going out running every day. *grins and snuggles closer to Cally*

There's a Russian restaurant. Not that I know what "Russian" means, really, but it looks pretty snazzy. And a karaoke bar. That might be kinda fun, maybe.

Couple of clothes stores, too -- thought maybe I could get you something new. Not that you don't look great in what you do have, but you know . . . gifts.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Oooh, Karaoke sounds fun.

*eyes go wide a second*

Oh. Gifts. Yeah.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Wanna do karaoke then, maybe? If the place is open. Dunno if it is yet, but I'll find out tomorrow morning.

*kisses Cally's cheek again* What sorta gifts do you want, coach?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

If it's open, yeah. *cuddles up next to Anders*

Oh, I dunno... tell you what. What would you want? You let me know, and then I'll tell you.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*kisses Cally on the nose*

Just want to make you really, really happy. See you smiling, know you're having fun and a great time. That's all, honest. Best gift I could have.

*scratches his head*

Well, and maybe a baseball bat.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Baseball hat and me happy, got it. *nods, and kisses Anders on the cheek*

I just wanna see you happy, really. I don't really need anything. *shrug* You'll just have to surprise me, if you really want to get me something.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*rolls over onto his side and props his head up on his hand, looking at Cally thoughtfully*

I am happy, 'cause of you. But it'd make me a little bit happier to get you something. *shrugs* 'cause I want to get you stuff, 'cause I love you, y'know.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

I love you too, so... sure. Get me something. *shrugs again* Like I said, I'm not a big "omigodnewclothes" type of girl or anything, so... surprise me. You know me better than anyone else. You'll find somethin'.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*sticks his lower lip out a bit* You realize this means I'm going to have to spend a couple hours away from you during the day, right? So the surprise can be all surprisey?

*smiles and hugs Cally* Do I really know you better than anyone else? 'cause you definitely know more about me than anyone else does. Especially a certain middle name that does not go outside this room.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Ditto for a certain first and middle of mine. And yeah, maybe Beka knows me pretty well too... but you definitely know me better than her. *hugs Anders back*

You're the best, champ.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*laughs and snuggles up with Cally* Thought we agreed you were gonna concede that debate for the night, huh?

*makes a face at the ribbiting in the hallway*

Now I'm kinda halfway afraid to go out in the morning. I have mental pictures of a tidal wave of frogs pouring in when I open it.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Eek. Maybe... oooh! We could tie all the bed sheets and towels together and escape out the window using our very special home-made rope! That could work. It works in the trashy novels I've read, when the girl and her guy have to escape from the evil, interfering Dad or something. Honest.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I guess we could do that if we had to. Would that be a good or a bad start to One Month Anniversary Date Night?

*scratches his head* Well, I guess it would be exciting, at least. 'cept for the potential rope burns . . .

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Eek, no. No rope burns. I've had more than my fair share of burnt hands for, like... ever. No more hand burns, and that's final.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*tilts his head* When did you . . . oh, right.

*takes Cally's hands and kisses each palm, then the fingertips* No more burnt hands for you. Not ever.

Maybe it won't be that bad. Like, not tidal wave bad. Just "open and close the door real fast and maybe they won't get in" bad, instead.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Yeah, they seemed to not be too bad, outside our door, at least. We should be okay. *nod*

*kisses Anders on the forehead* And, erm, no burnt hands for you, either.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Okay . . . wasn't planning on burning 'em any time soon. The splinters were bad enough.

Oh, hey, I built a practice Pyramid goal! *grins brightly*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

You did! That's great. And here you go, sayin' you're no good with the mechanical stuff. *kisses Anders*

Proud of you.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*shrugs, and hugs Cally tighter* It's just got wheels, nothing mechanical about it, but we can move it around pretty easily when we need to. Better'n a piece of paper taped to the wall, right?

Oh, hey, that reminds me. I've got Kawalsky's broken iPod here for us to fix.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but it's not like the goal built itself, right?

*snuggles up and rests her head on Anders' chest*

Well, Charlie'll have to wait, then. Cause I ain't fixin' it tonight, and tommorow is fully booked.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*kisses the top of Cally's head and grins*

Yep, tomorrow is definitely booked. So, dinner, and karaoke afterward if it's open?

And then, you know, other stuff afterward, maybe.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*looks up at Anders, and winks*

Still got that chocolate sauce in the fridge.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*winks back*

Right. So dinner, karaoke . . . fingerpainting, and chocolate-tasting. And gifts, of course. Tomorrow's looking good so far.

*grins and nuzzles Cally's hair*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Gonna be great. A night that'd go down in the history books. Legendary. *rubs tthe side of her cheek against Anders' chest*

Love you.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*hugs Cally tighter, rubbing her back*

Love you too. Can we go do things that we can't do in this community post, or should that wait for tomorrow night?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

If you want to... Just lead the way

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Whaddya mean, lead the way? We're already here! (http://www.livejournal.com/users/futurebucs_star/16755.html)