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「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0  」    from here.

A HAND IMMEDIATELY GOES UP TO HIS FOREHEAD. He's distracted, and when Ben pulls his hand away, it stings, a small frown on his features as he sits up, letting out a small huff of sound that's something in between a grumble and a sigh. It's not the only thing that's hurting, but now that he's more conscious, he can't even decide what's hurting more.

His ribs are screaming at him and his head is throbbing. Knuckles, bruised and Ben isn't able to find the words to speak for a couple of seconds, and then...

"-- It's fine. I'll grab an icepack on my way out."

CLINGING  THE  BLANKETS  to  her  body  as  she  shuffles  out  of  his  bed.  hearing  him  say  he  doesn't  know  what  happens  next  she  raises  an  eyebrow  turning  to  look  at  him.  “  all  i  know  is  this  .  .  .  ”  she  starts  pointing  between  the  two  of  them  “  stays  between  the  two  of  us.  my  mother  NEVER  finds  out.  ”  jules  shuffles  through  @mcdicus's room,  looking  for  her  clothes.  “  what  happens  next  is  I  go  home.  and  tomorrow  we  pretend  like  this  didn't  happen.  ”

               olivia   had   picked   the   dress   out   specially   for   this   day.      something   that   was   elegant,   but   not   so   fancy   that   she’d   stand   out   too   much   should   their   date   take   place   at   a   family   style   restaurant.      she   had   no   idea   what   the   man   had   planned   for   them,   but   she   was   eager   to   find   out   the   date   he   had   in   store.      of   course   she   has   a   fairly   good   idea   of   what   comes   later,   but   for   now   their   date   remains   wholesome   as   they   get   ready   to   leave   for   dinner,   wherever   that   may   be.

               her   laugh   is   soft   as   the   ends   of   her   dress   twirl   out.      from   the   thigh   down   the   material   is   loose   and   flowy,   but   from   the   thigh   up   it   hugs   her   figure   exactly   the   way   she   wanted   it   to.      it   highlights   every   dip   and   curve,   and   exposes   her   tan,   freckled   shoulders.      it   teases   while   remaining   appropriate,   the   perfect   combination.

               it   was   inevitable,   he   had   known   that   from   the   looks   that   they   had   shared   all   day   in   the   pitt.      some   unspoken   desire,   a   primal   need.      he   may   have   let   it   pass,   might   have   just   gone   home   and   taken   care   of   himself,   but   then   she   approached   him.      she   asked   him   to   go   for   drinks,   and   he   wasn’t   going   to   deny   such   a   request.      it   seemed   like   a   means   to   an   end,   to   get   drinks   as   if   that’s   all   they   had   on   their   minds   this   evening.      it   wasn’t,   it   so   very   clearly   wasn’t.