5th Floor CR, Saturday Night

[withoutverona]

The broom sweeping the floor around Romeo's feet wasn't so bad; it was silent, and no more distracting from his book than a maid at home would have been. (The fact it seemed to be powering itself was a bit distressing, but less so than talking shoes had been.)

But when a container of Lysol started hovering near his coffee-table-propped-feet, he really needed to jump up and protest. "They do not smell bad!" he informed the air, glaring.

It had been a very strange week.

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"First, there was singing. I do not sing in public, it is part of the Geneva Convention. Then yesterday, some hoppy things kept exploding in my room. Now? I'm being chased by cleaning rejects from a fantasy cartoon!" Dōjima eyed the broom warily, inching around to try and steal a seat by Romeo. "Cope failure is pending."

[withoutverona]

Romeo reached up to pat her on the shoulder. "And you missed the shoes with free will," he reminded her. "And your partner in Cool class did not put you in a shirt with talking food on it."

He sighed. "We'd be entirely justified in deciding we no longer needed to cope, and lolling about and babbling like the insane."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Are you suggesting we should just loll about, then?" she asked, smirking slightly as she poked him in the ribs. "You do realize we're in public, right?"

[withoutverona]

He winked at her and leaned in to whisper. "We could wait for the lolling until we got back to a room."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Should have had you come over today, Jennifer works at Pizza Planet on Saturdays," she giggled quietly. "But I think the cleaning utensils would have disapproved greatly."

[withoutverona]

Romeo shuddered. "There are parts of myself I would rather not expose to marauding Scrubbin' Bubbles," he said firmly. "Better to wait for the tide of cleaning to pass."

"But I shall have to remember that for next weekend."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I have definite plans for next weekend," Dōjima confided gleefully. "You'll need to keep the whole weekend free. It's my birthday, and I plan to party properly."

[withoutverona]

"I should not think of doing anything but being at your beck and call," Romeo promised. "Which birthday? I was 17 in November." Just in case she wanted to plan eight months ahead, or anything.

Look, he believed in birthdays.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Oooo, I'm sleeping with a younger man!" she gasped, mock-horrified. "I'll be eighteen on the fifteenth. Beware the Ides of Yurika!"

[withoutverona]

"That is such a perfect birthday," he told her. "I'm sure all the world will be careful."

He smirked. "I told you you were corrupting me."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I think you enjoy it," she teased, one hand slowly sliding along his leg. "I don't hear you complaining too loudly."

[withoutverona]

"If I had complained, you might have stopped," he whispered, and leaned in for a kiss.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"If you had complained, I would have," she whispered against his lips. "I don't take what isn't offered."

The kiss, however, was definitely being offered, and she was more than happy to reciprocate it.

[withoutverona]

He let himself enjoy the kiss then drew back to run a hand softly down her cheek. "And I wouldn't offer if I didn't want you to take," he said, then made himself inch away slightly. "...I fear we both have roommates tonight, or I'd have an offer to make."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"You could make the offer anyway, and I could always take a raincheck," she said, scooting away slightly to try and remove temptation from immediate reach.

[withoutverona]

In response, Romeo leaned toward her and whispered something into her ear that was very creative, rather florid, and quite possibly illegal in Virginia.

"Raincheck?" he finished innocently.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Hate you!" she sing-songed. "No fair, Romeo, now I'm going to be awake all night!"

"Raincheck. Just tell me when and where."

[withoutverona]

"I won't be sleeping either," Romeo vowed, slightly pink at his own imagination. "Can you send Jen on some errand tomorrow afternoon? Or Monday, after my shift. Though it is a thousand years until then."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"You're lucky I don't just drag you off to a supply closet somewhere, after saying something like that!" she laughed. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"I'll see what I can do about Sunday, but Monday for sure." Dōjima grinned over at him, carefully putting a bit more space between them. "You're going to get sick of seeing me around."

[withoutverona]

"The kind who would make me wonder how spacious supply closets in this building are," he teased, but carefully maintained their new physical distance. More seriously, he added, "I don't know how I could become sick of you."