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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 1, 2012 19:36:59 GMT -5
The way Sierra shouted that made Susumu jump, not expecting those words to come out of her mouth. He wasn't sure how he felt about that proposition, but thinking about it as she laughed, it couldn't be too bad right? Hell, even to him it seemed absolutely hilarious. She was just joking wasn't she? "Go for it, I dare you." He snorted, not thinking of the consequences of that at all. The neighbors were probably listening in on some of their louder words, catching onto the worst of them like 'sex'. He didn't think of it now, but they would probably give them interesting reactions if they ever bumped into each other later. Sierra looked as if she believed him about the Jacob thing, and when he knocked it was even better. An intense snicker was on his face as a dead give-away, but he was playing along with it to the best of his drunken abilities. "I'm always serious. Why aren't you serious? Be serious." He laughed and nudged her arm to try and get a reaction from her, only even more amused at how she went onto what she 'wasn't into'. "But Sierra, what if he thinks you're all bark and no bite. And you already bark." He was snickering as he said this, moving a bit closer to the exit of the bathroom to stare at the front door. Man, she was really falling for this. He'd handle this the best he could, by messing up and looking like a dork as he could only grin at Sierra as if he was not going to listen to her pleading. He barely cracked the door open, making sure Sierra couldn't see a thing as he poked his head out the door as a lady walked by, just glancing at him as he pretended to talk to 'Jacob' with his drunken slur. "Sup, Jacob? Why aren't you at the dog pound? The catcher didn't get you yet?" He snorted as the lady gave him a weird look, thinking that she was being talked to as she chose to ignore the drunken loon.
OOC: *derp* I'm scared to think of how long we could make this thread.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 2, 2012 11:59:04 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra laughed gleefully at how surprised Susumu was. He probably didn't know her to be so vulgar, which only pleased her in her drunkenness. She really wasn't as bad as most girls her age since she refrained from such language in the first place, but with this intoxication controlling her she couldn't do anything about it. His dare only made it more likely to happen, and already she was planning on hugging him right then just to shout it, but there were werewolves at the door amg. And crap, now Susumu was confirming that he was serious, which meant he wasn't joking. Oh nooo. She remained silent at that until he said she was all bark and no bite. Pfft, of course she was bite! Sort of. "What're you implying?" She responded, thinking about it herself. Was he saying that she should fight him? Challenge accepted. She listened with amusement as he opened the door and addressed the werewolf in question, and then she fired a challenging stare at the door. "Yeah, Jacob! I have tons of bite! Millions of bite! C'mon, lemme at 'em!" She bounced, aiming a few practice punches at the air in front of her as she waited for Susumu to creak open the door.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Foster the People - Warrant TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu <3 TALK|| XDDD I know. It's gonna be bigdillor
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 2, 2012 13:07:40 GMT -5
Susumu could not stop snickering like a hyena when Sierra took his comment seriously about her having no bite. "I'm implying that because you're my puppy, you're a match for Jacob." He was incredibly amused at the fact that she wasn't into the Twilight craze, and even more so because she believed that Jacob was actually at the door. He glanced back at 'Jacob' and pretended to jump back into the conversation, all the while hearing Sierra get into fight mode as she crept in a way that made her look as if she was ready to pounce on someone. Him or Jacob? He didn't know, but he was waiting in anticipation for it. "Sorry Jacob, she isn't interested." He chuckled, holding his hand out as if he was 'shaking' the werewolf's paw, but had an idea to scare her out of nowhere. He shut the door quickly on his arm and pretended as if he was being dragged outside by the shirtless monster's arms. "He has me! Sierra, nooo! He's going to make me a monssster!" Shaking his arm so the door would rattle with excitement, he couldn't help but die on the inside at how hilarious this was. She was still falling for it, wasn't she? "I don't want to go arf arf." He fake sibbed, and went on about how he felt as if he was slowly being infected by the werewolf gene just from being touched.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 2, 2012 15:35:16 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra felt a blush rise up to her cheeks and renewed determination when he called her his puppy. Now that was just adorable, and it made her want to kick Jacob's ass just to please her master. Honk honk she was so going to use that now that she remembered. She continued to throw punches, but she refrained from kicking cause then she would've like, kicked Susumu in the face. She heard him deny Jacob, causing her to grin until suddenly the door closed on his arm and he let out a cry for help. She practically jumped when that happened, her heart pumping fast as she realized that Susumu was in danger! Nope nope, she wasn't going to let him die! It was her time to shine! And now he was sibbing to her, the poor guy! "Arf! I mean, hold on!" She cried out in panic, closing the distance between them and tugging his arm backwards. Except, where she was, she could see through the crack that... his hand was touching nothing. "What? You tricked me?" She let out an indignant sniff, then suddenly smirked. "You know what this means, right?" She paused, getting ready to pounce. "SURPRISE SEEEEX." She yelled, leaping towards Susumu and attempting to wrap her arms around his neck and shoulder area as well as push him out the bathroom door.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Foster the People - Don't Stop (Color on the Walls) TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu <3 TALK|| -stare- I like this post
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 2, 2012 16:54:53 GMT -5
Donk donk Sierra is really corrupted now, poor Susumu is still getting used to it. He didn't even think about how he worded his sentence to say 'MY PUPPY', which sounded pretty possessive right there. If Sierra even asked him about it, he probably wouldn't have remembered. It was said so naturally and without much thought, that he already forgot he said it. Sierra was actually going for it as she barked and grabbed his arm, making him feel like this was some kind of game of tug of war with his arm. He pulled in the opposite direction to try and resemble Jacob's arm pulling him outside. This lasted long enough to keep him satisfied, but the gig was up when Sierra realized that no one was actually outside of the bathroom door. "What does it mean?" He asked fearfully, seeing that she was still holding his arm as if he was some kind of prisoner. She looked ready to do something, which made him anxious as he waited with alert, playful eyes. The way she said 'SURPRISE SEX' surprised him as he felt his face heat up when she tackled him right down, head hitting the door as he fell back first on the ground. Shit. Sierra, why? Her arms were completely wrapped around his neck, but not in a way that would choke him. His head hurt YET AGAIN, and he wondered how he didn't have a concussion at this point. "Sierrrra, why so forward?" He teased since this position was probably suggestive no matter how you looked at it. Well, she did knock him down. It wasn't something he minded so much, especially since it was all in good fun. Not like anyone could see them with their judging eyes, though the walls were paper thin. The longer she stayed on him though, the more uncomfortable he was bound to get. Already he was resisting replaying in his head 'surprise sex' over and over, since the way she said it stood out in his male and drunken mind. She was joking though, right? Honk he was boarded.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 3, 2012 0:16:44 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n What donks, I see none except mine. Sierra and Susumu ended up descending to the ground, and the silly drunken mess of a girl didn't even notice that he ba-conked his head on the door before they fell. Although she did wonder what that noise was. She continued to hug him even though his shoulders were kinda crushing her hands in this position. She didn't want to think at all about her answer, so when he asked, she only contemplated for a second. "Cause I'm a puppy?" She replied with a wide smile and a laugh as her face reddened from their position. She didn't move from her place, continuing to lay on him. Or next to him, if that's what happened. BUT IT DIDN'T. "I'm punishing you for tricking me. Bad master, baaad." She giggled slightly when she called him 'master', hoping it'd amuse him - or annoy him, that'd be fine too. With no control of herself, drunk Sierra was bound to try something more than friendship with Susumu soon since she wasn't holding back her feelings in this state. She was actually quite fond of him, and although she had mixed emotions about that when she was sober, her drunken mind was leaning towards liking him just cause that was funner. At least to a drunk person. And so they boarded.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| FFX - The Splendid Performance TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu <3 TALK|| I honked all over this
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 3, 2012 1:32:46 GMT -5
You be quiet, your donk is supposed to be sore. Susumu could only snort at her simple reply, though it was a good one that he couldn't counter, or at least bother to when he was this hazy. Her face was probably about as red as his at this point, especially since she didn't bother to slide off of him. He felt awkward now, feeling like he was a prisoner of some kind as she blocked him down completely with her body. Sure, he could push her off if he wanted to, but it wasn't such a bad situation that he had to do that. The boarding was enjoyed, but he couldn't get himself to say something like that. It wasn't a kind of honesty he was used to, even if he was drunk and he was supposed to hardly give shits. "Hahaha, master." He didn't expect that to be said again, unable to see it as anything but dirty as the gears in his mind started to turn again."Shouldn't I be punishing you?" Then again, he probably wouldn't be able to go through with that, since intimacy intimidated him like a growling shitbull staring down a beagle. One would think that because he was an 18 year old guy that he would be ravaging Sierra like some kind of devil child, but no. This self-conscious guy was a virgin and had his doubts about jumping into things, normally a careful person by nature. Even more so when Sierra was one of his few friends, which he did not want to lose anytime soon. If he couldn't even stay friends with a girl that was actually nice and sweet, then he was definitely a fucked up criminal. Sierra was definitely wearing the pants in this so far, so he wondered just how messed up in the head she was. He didn't even know if he was responsible enough to watch out for her at this point, especially if they kept teasing each other like this. "Come on, off you go." He laughed and nudged at her arms to see if it would encourage her to leave, if not then crap.
ooc: I'm major derp right now. QQ SHAMU I'M SORRY, I FEEL YOUR AWKWARDNESS.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 3, 2012 1:46:47 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra continued to allow her hands to be crushed under the weight of his shoulders, inwardly amused and enjoying the position they were in. Somewhere in her mind there was rationality, telling her that doing this was stupid and slutty, but intoxicated as she was she didn't give a crap. All she was thinking about was having fun, and what was funner than frolicking sickeningly innocently into the world of sex...ual provocation? "Yes, because I'm rebelling." She replied with a devious smile, continuing to top him for a moment, just staring at him and innocently wondering what to do. Who could blame her? -- she was a virgin, both physically and emotionally, and though she didn't know it, she wasn't ready for something like this. He suddenly told her to get off, nudging her arms. "Awww masterrr I don't want to." She whined, but actions spoke louder than words as she removed her hands and rolled off of him; she ended up in a face up position, her hands rested on her torso as she stared blankly at the ceiling. She was getting sort of sleepy just from the position, and she let out a yawn, covering her mouth with one hand and stretching her other arm.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| None TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu <3 TALK|| Awkward derping now, sibsib. 8( LOL
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 3, 2012 2:05:06 GMT -5
Sierra's poor hands; he could just vaguely feel them underneath him, like little pillows to keep him comfort. Except she was rebelling and rebelling was bad, especially with the title HE had as her 'master'. The moment he sobered up he was going to have to make her stop calling him that, especially since it was so suggestive. Her smile was devious and intimidating; continue to string him along with her actions and movements. One would think she had done this before, which Susumu had no idea at this point. He was going to have to rewrite his opinion of Sierra from scratch, if he ever remembered to after snapping out of this hallucination. "Pfft, I'm not a fun roller coaster ride anyways." He joked, thankful that she flopped to the side of him instead staying on top of him like a board. Her yawn reminded him of how late it was, even if he had the sugar boost to keep him up a little longer. Sugar wasn't bound to last forever, and honestly he probably could sleep on the floor. It smelled clean, like it was vacuumed recently. A bed would've been softer and warmer though, which he was debating standing up to slither into. "You aren't tall enough to ride this ride either." He teased a little while resisting a yawn of his own, power of suggestion, as he sat upright. Ugh, right. He was getting tired, and he was having trouble making sense of some of the things that had happened earlier.
OOC: Sibsib I know right? Awkward derping is my specialty, in RL and RP. At least we have this thread while waiting for the boat derps! 8)
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 3, 2012 20:18:37 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra giggled at his joke, but said nothing, too caught up with her own feelings to think of a response. She sluggishly continued to lay on the floor, rubbing her eye as he teased her. "Whaaaat, but I'm not short..." She replied sadly as she turned onto her side, adjusting her position as if she really was going to sleep there. Actually, she was pretty ready to do that, sort of depressed after her advances failed to reach past Susumu's shell. "I don't wanna sleep." She whined, reaching towards her bag that was too far away. Her intention was to retrieve more pocky to get that sugar boost, but she was too sluggish to just get up and get it, and her eyelids were becoming heavy, and she was slowly feeling more like crap as the depressant side of alcohol took its toll on her.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Pinback - Some Voices TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu <3 TALK|| XDD yess
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 3, 2012 23:26:42 GMT -5
Sadly Susumu wasn't aware that she was getting increasingly more emotional and was probably reacting more to his comments than she normally would have. It wasn't even that she was short, since they were around the same height with a few inches as a difference. He didn't even know what he was saying anymore, but he was definitely getting tired. Sierra was whining like a little kid, which he was amused at, even if he was building up to this sleep exhausted state. The sugar boost dissipated into the air around him, as if the ceiling lights were alien beams that probed into his brain and sucked the energy right out. Poor Sierra’s attempts to get him out of his shell were futile, because Shamu was a whale, not a turtle. It was only fluffy blubber that Sierra had to penetrate in order to get to him. "Your words say no but your eyes say yes." He joked, taking that overused line for romance for something as silly as going to sleep. She really did look as if she was ready to pass out right on the carpeted floor. That wasn't a place to sleep, sheesh. "Come on, onnn the bed." He started to stand up while holding in a yawn, pretty much yawning with his mouth closed as he tried to hold Sierra's hand in his to help her up. "We actually have our own beds too. Actual beds! Soft pillows." Making the beds seem more amazing to sleep in then they really were. After sleeping on the streets last night, and the haunted cheap hotel experience, he really had to admit, this was friggin’classy. He was going to try and keep Sierra in her own bed though, if possible.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 4, 2012 0:46:06 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra began slithering towards her bag just as Susumu fired off that comment out of his spout like honk because he was a killa whale, man. "Liiies." She replied, continuing to inch towards her purse, not even caring that her knees were scraping against the rug. It wasn't as if she didn't scrape her knees at least once per day, after all. But halfway to the purse, she stopped. It was just so farrr, sibsib. "Whose bed, yours or mine?" She asked, rubbing her eyes again as she laughed in her throat. "I'm just kidding this timeee." She laughed effervescently. She accepted Susumu's hand on hers', reluctantly standing on her feet unsteadily. The way he described the beds made her want to sleep more and more. "Nooo, stop tempting me." She said sadly, her hand lingering in Susumu's as she slowly walked over to her own bed and flopped onto it. Bah, should she even change into her pajamas? She was too tired to change, she thought to herself, and besides, there was a boy in da room. Whatever, one night in her clothes wasn't going to ruin them, even with their frilly accessories. She slithered towards the pillow and slowly eased into the bed, which was so cooold but she knew it'd be waaarm and she needed warmth because she remembered how cold it was outside, sheesh there was even snow and ice and stuff. Also, hotel beds are really hard to get into. It's like they're trying to suffocate you, gosh.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Guster - Satellite TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu <3 TALK|| XDD
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 4, 2012 1:13:32 GMT -5
So many lies were being spilled, that it was hard to deviate the truth from the blah statements. Fun times, it really was. Like a game of poker of epic mafia, with so much teasing and jesting wiggling their ways in between the cracks of the conversation. He was lucky enough to manage to get Sierra to give up on whatever was in her purse, inviting her to sleep with him. Except you know. Separate beds. He laughed at her comment, knowing she was definitely playing around with him this time. "Persistent! Both, of course." He laughed and let go of her hand when he was positive she'd go collapse on a bed without any help. Only more amused as she whined at how he described the beds like a car salesman, knowing it would get to her when she looked ready to die right in the covers. Now wouldn't most guys be envious if he had those skills in inviting her to his own bed? He was sure they would be 100% sure on a scale of borb to big dillor. For some reason overly confident at the things Sierra didn't mind, as his logic was a bit messed up after seeing perverted Sierra on the loose, he actually didn't mind changing when Sierra looked asleep already. He fiddled messily with his bag as it made zipper sounds and shuffle sounds, taking out the comfortable pajamas he had around after that time they went shopping for clothes. Don't check for details on that, it could've been at the place before the bar too. He plopped himself on the edge of his bed with his back towards Sierra as he slipped out of his shirt, tossing it carelessly onto the floor as he put it on. It wasn't anything special looking; just a dark blue pajama set that had a nerdy Bowser on it. Shut up, it was cheap. He didn't have to worry about Sierra seeing anything lower than his waist, since he was sitting down almost ready to pass out as he did that too. Only when he put the pajama pants back on was there a chance of a flash of skin and the color of his boxers, but he really was not concerned at all. She was asleep, he assumed. The second he was in these warm, soft jammies all he could do was slither into the covers and slip his head under the pillows to keep warm. Odd habit, he knew, but as soon as it warmed up he'd end up using them properly. It was pretty hard to get in these blankets though, gosh. So stiff and firm. As if they were never meant to be touched.
ooc: ...mfw I read car salesman as car salsa man. I had a hard time spelling that. XD Anyways, derp sleep posts maybe? I'll do what you do.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 4, 2012 1:34:12 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n They would've surely been envious. On the scale of honk to honk, there was a honk chance of honk. Now Sierra had successfully slithered under the covers, facing towards the ceiling as she pulled the covers up on her chin and slowly allowed her eyes to close. After a little while, she heard a bit of rustling on Susumu's side, and she was lucky to only have glanced over when he turned his back on her. Instant red face as he tore off his shirt, exposing his succulent manry back to her. Gawked, looked away at first, but then guilty pleasure caused her to pull the covers higher as she cautiously stared at him. And then he took off his pants and she accidentally squeaked as she looked away guiltily and turned over and hid her face in the pillow and oh gosh did she see anything and did he notice? Nope, only like, his boxers, but oh gosh he took his pants off. Hopefully he didn't notice the squeak and only assumed that she was turning fitfully in her sleep. Her face was dizzily red as she thought perverted thoughts and tried not to hyperventilate over that sight. And crap, now she wasn't tired anymore. Thanks a lot, you blonde whale. Instinctively she kept quiet, as if she was hiding from da coppers, but she had enough energy to get up and change into pajamas herself, which was what she was planning. Oh so ready to change her mind, she was.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Skypuuu TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu <3 TALK|| LOL ENJOY
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 4, 2012 13:03:52 GMT -5
He could've sworn that he heard some kind of squeak behind him when he was changing, but he shook his head and figured it was the Rattata, as if they were back in the old hotel. Mind slip. Oblivious to the fact that Sierra had a bit of a show, he hid his head under the pillow since the lights were still on in the room. He really didn't care about them though, as he could sleep whether they were on or off. The blonde whale could only try to sleep as Sierra had a traumatic series of mini heart attacks in the bed next to his. If "Sober Shamu" had witnessed this, he probably would be bashing "Drunk Shamu" over the head with whatever objects he could find all while praying that Sierra did not remember that in the morning. There had to be some kind of magical fairy in the sky that would grant him that wish, right? Susumu could only slowly drift to sleep as his breathing started to slow down, head completely submerged in the sea of covers and pillows to stay warm. He did end up drinking a lot though; he was bound to wake up SOMETIME in the middle of the night for a bathroom break. Honk honk Sierra, don't let him DISTURB you.
ooc: lmao I actually have an idea with this.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 5, 2012 1:04:00 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Once she managed to calm herself, she thought more about getting out of bed and doing actual bedtime preparation, since her mouth was beginning to taste like.. general nastiness. Brushing was obligatory. She reluctantly forced herself to get up out of bed, immediately regretting it as she stumbled towards the bathroom. She tripped against the door of the bathroom, which made a moderately loud sound as it knocked against the door stopper. Then she entered and closed it, then brushed with the toothbrush and toothpaste she obviously bought. Mhm. Actually, first she brushed her teeth with soap because she was braindead as hell, and she learned not to do that again. Then she brushed normally and brushed her hair and took out her contact and returned back into the room, sloppily shutting off the bathroom light while she was at it. She sat on the edge of the bed, letting out another yawn and rubbing out the resulting tears before removing the outer layer - the jacket and scarf and hat first, and then the outfit she'd been wearing since the splashing incident. She took off her shirt, and then her undershirt, revealing only a bra and her skin leading down to her slim curves. Then she put on her nightgown, and then, realizing that she'd forgotten to take off her skirt before that, took that off once that was done. So no panty shots if Susumu happened to randomly wake up while she was changing. Then, without bothering to shut off the light (since she was still sort of scared of the dark), she clamored back under the covers, preparing to fall asleep again. She also had a piece of pocky in her hand that she nibbled since she was naughty and liked past-midnight snacks.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| "All of these chickens" - resix TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu <3 TALK|| :'DD beautiful
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 5, 2012 2:20:00 GMT -5
Despite the sounds of Sierra shuffling around in the bed beside him, Susumu was legitly trying to zone out into a land of narwhales and dolphins. The wavelengths of his dreams slowly slipped into his mind as a complicated mess of things, mostly gibberish to the eyes of others that would've cared to peer inside his head. No one would've wanted to do that though; he was a guy, and we all know what he was really thinking about when a girl was in the room changing nearby. Food. Exactly. Or maybe it was sports, unless it was some kind of messed up dream where Syl was chasing after him with a rifle. Sierra eventually settled down in the bed beside him, and then there was silence. Silence as deep as the silencer on mafia; forever awkward and unwanted in mafia meetings, putting tape on mouths even though they wanted to talk. The lights were left bright as Susumu was drifting off on another Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride in his sleep. Could've sworn he drooled a little as he let out a quiet snore, since it was harder to breathe when one's head was submerged in the pillows. Something was creeping late at night though, as he was getting into a deeper amount of sleep that would've kept him out for at least an hour. Something in his throat, making his stomach shift about uncomfortably. Time went by, but soon he felt the terrible urge to vomit in the middle of the night. With his eyes popping awake at the sickening sensation, he shuffled through the covers in a sloppy attempt to make a run for the bathroom. 'Hold it in...!' Was all he could think as he nearly walked into the walls, wincing because the lights were so damn bright when all he was used to were the hotel sheets of darkness. It was so painfully bright, but he had to force his eyes awake as he felt shots of pain shoot through his head. Miserable. He felt absolutely miserable as he failed to shut the door completely in his rush to vomit in the toilet. It was dirty, but he wasn't thinking clearly. All he knew was that he had to let it out. Damn that drinking, damn it all. "Ugh..." He let out a pained moan, panting a little as if he was expecting more of the terrible sensation to approach him again. He didn't feel it...no, he just felt like collapsing on the floor right then. It was so miserable; he would've loved to crawl into his bed at TD. Not this strange, alien place that brought little comfort to him. He knew he had to clean up though, at least a little. He felt disgusting. This was disgusting. He could only flush; glad nothing touched the toilet seat as he sighed and started to wash his hands and face. Hell, his mouth was bad. Leaving the faucet running, he tilted his head into it as if it was a drinking fountain and swished it around in his mouth, then rejected it by spitting it out. Brushing would have to be done later, but for now...this would do. Water off, face looking tiredly in the mirror, he could only sigh and stare into space. God, he wished he was at home right now.
ooc: KAY. PART 1/2 OF THIS IDEA IS COMPLETED. I JUST WANTED TO TRY THIS, I'M SORRY.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 5, 2012 19:22:19 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra settled down to sleep after a long while of thinking about Susumu and his revealed nudity in that brief moment. She wasn't a pervert, but when she was drunk she was bad enough to be called one. She drifted into a much needed sleep. Thank goodness her stomach was toughened up after years of eating utter shitloads of junk food and sugar, else she would've been wretching into the toilet like poor Susumu was. It was going to bite her back in the form of a terrible hangover in the morning, however. But for now, she would dream and dream strange things definitely influenced by the alcohol. She was a vivid dreamer, and often she remembered dreams better than certain memories. Such wasn't the case this time, though. Her mind's eye was a mangled mess and her subconscious didn't linger on one subject for long. Case in point, she continued to sleep, and this post was a hell of a lot longer than it needed to be.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Foster the People - Call It What You Want TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu <3 TALK|| NEVER BE SORRY. <333
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 6, 2012 1:21:24 GMT -5
With the way he felt after waking up to vomit, Susumu was ready to collapse in his bed. All he wanted to do was to curl up in the warmth of the covers, not thinking of anything else as he sleepily inched towards the bathroom light to shut it off. Walking out of the room with a pained wince as the main room's lights were even brighter than the previous room, he groaned as he scratched his head. He wanted them off, dammit. Sierra probably wouldn't care, especially if she was asleep. How would she even notice? Deciding to turn the light off with an instinctive reach towards the switch, he took comfort in the peace that the darkness brought him. The sudden inversion of bright to dark messed with his eyes as he stumbled closer to the beds. Someone must've left their bag on the floor, most likely Susumu, because he stumbled over it and collapsed on the closest bed. Sadly that was Sierra's. His face was probably right next to her feet in the covers, but it was so comfy and warm, he mistook it for his own. Ok, the scent wasn't his, but he wasn't thinking. How convinient. The beds weren't very small, so he slunk into the side of the bed that Sierra didn't claim, having his back to her as he yawned. So warm, especially when someone else was there. As if they were back on the streets with the blanket, it somehow felt natural to him. His mind was mixing up the past and the present as he dozed off. It was highly unlikely that he was going to understand what was going on when he woke up, but he was probably going to be the last one to wake up. He was just passed out, completely crashed.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Jan 7, 2012 0:36:44 GMT -5
s i e r r a c a t a l y n n Sierra continued to sleep even as Susumu sank into her bed; she was so tired and wasted from alcohol that the normally light sleeper was completely out. Thus, the click of the light and the loud creak of the bed only caused her to turn over in her sleep and mutter something unintelligible. After about an hour of sleeping peacefully, her body seemed to recognize that there was another body in the bed next to her. When she was asleep, she had a tendency to hug the sheets to herself in habit from when she was younger and slept with large dolls. Having forgotten those times, it was just a habit that she retained and kept as she grew up. This was what happened that night as they lay unknowingly in the same bed; she gradually inched towards Susumu and gave him a one armed hug, remaining in that position until morning if the blonde didn't shift at all. She wasn't aware either, still entrapped in dreamland. In just a couple hours the sun would rise.
s w e e t dreams TUNES|| Faded Paper Figures - The Cold War TAGS|| Sierra, Susumu <3 TALK|| <3 finally replied ;-;
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