The gym, Sunday morning

[gobrookeyourself]

Good morning, slumber party participants! Brooke had not been extremely pleased to be woken up by the text from the people at JGOB demanding she come to the front door and get the food she'd ordered for breakfast, but it was set out and moddable for everyone who'd stayed overnight. And plenty of coffee. Lots and lots and lots of coffee.


[No OCD, but if you wan a wakeup, tah dah!]

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[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

No, no. He'd won. He smirked and patted her had. He'd won. Somehow that put him in a good mood.

[intraspective]

She burrowed more firmly into her sleeping bag.

And blinked at getting patted.

Um.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Shut up, he was in a good mood. He finally did sit up and leaned against the wall as he waited for her to be more awake.

[intraspective]

It took her five minutes or so before she blinked, and what he'd said made sense.

"I did not!" she said indignantly.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

He just smirked cause she talked again and he so won.

[intraspective]

She kicked him.

Yes, she was still in her sleeping bag.

It was a good attempt though.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Lost, he mouthed and then cracked up because she was a flailing pile of blankets and there really wasn't much to worry about.

[intraspective]

She hated him.

See how she rolled away from him and radiated 'I'm not talking to you' at him.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Awwwww, but that was boring. He'd just poke her shoulder until she did talk to him.

[intraspective]

She wriggled further away from him.

Hmph.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Not far enough. Maybe if he poked the back of her head.

[intraspective]

And maybe he'd get her trying to scratch his hand with her nails.

Grumpy Ino was Grumpy.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Ow! What the fuck?

He pulled his hand back and glared at her. Whatever, he didn't need that and she could talk to him when she was in a better mood. He started to get up.

[intraspective]

She wasn't going to talk to him at all!

Stupid Ichigo. She hadn't lost. Ino hmphed and pulled her hand back under her blankets.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Whatever. He didn't need her to talk to him. He kicked at her feet.

Was she going to play nice or should he just go?

[intraspective]

She pulled her feet up away from him, and poked her head out of her blanket to glower at him.

This was all his fault!

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

How was it his fault? She'd decided to lie there.

He stuck his tongue out at her. Come on, quit being grumpy.

[intraspective]

She hadn't lost!

Ino sulked at him.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Ichigo smirked and squatted down beside her, reaching out to poke her side.

[intraspective]

She sulked more, curling up.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Pffffffffft. Sulking was boring. He tugged on her bang and bounced to his feet. Fine, he'd get them coffee.

[intraspective]

Fine! He could do that.

And she'd just sulk more and contemplate the fact that he'd pulled on her hair and she hadn't really minded.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

It didn't take all that long to get those cups, but he was hoping she was over her sulking now.

Was she? He had coffee, he held out the cup teasingly, she could get it if she was nice to him.

[intraspective]

She didn't want to be nice to him. He was mean.

She did want the coffee though and wriggling her hand at it. Coffee! Now!

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

He pulled the cup of her reach. That wasn't nice, she could ask for that in a nicer way.