MOVED

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Why are you in my bed?"

"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

"So.. Was it good?"

"Who topped?"

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

"I should go."

"This didn't mean anything."

"We shouldn't have done this..."

"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"

"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."

"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"

"This stays between us."

"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."

"Are you sneaking out on me?"

"So, how much for last night?"

"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"

"Don't answer it!"

"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"

"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."

When the pillow first made contact with his chest, he was ready to launch his full attack. Raising the fluffy weapon above his head and slightly to the left, he swung it, aiming for her side. It was hard to tell when he was hitting or missing because of her pillow constantly swinging in his face. Nonetheless, the he continued sweeping from left to right, his pillow occasionally making contact with hers causing him to burst out laughing.

“I’m going to win!”

☾ ☆ ☽;; — Clara would burst out in laughter, in response to his laughter. His laugh was slightly sillier than the whole situation. But that didn’t her from swinging at him repeatedly. In a quick motion she hopped on her couch to reclaim the advantage he had on her and swung at him again.

⊲ ✴ ⊳ || —  He rolled his eyes, unable to help much else. “Alright, let’s get outta here.”

⊲ ✴ ⊳ || — Dean leaned back at his seat and nodded, “There are way worse ways to spend a life than drifting around.” He knew that settling wasn’t something he was going to be doing, at least not safely, so this was the next best thing. “Go for it,” He smiled across to her.

☾ ☆ ☽;; — He was right, but the sense of security from settling down would be comforting to some degree. “’Suppose so..” She sheepishly took the seat in front of him, returning the friendly smile.

⊲ ✴ ⊳ || — “No worries about me drinking coffee.”