dulcisnuntius: (badass - burn this fucker down)
Dulcie ([personal profile] dulcisnuntius) wrote2011-05-28 08:21 am
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[Dulcie's face fills the screen, a look of slight worry on her face. In the background, smoke is wafting gently out of the kitchen.]

Uh, Nathan? Baby? Where do we keep the fire extinguisher?
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[identity profile] dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I think we have a few more decades before we reach that point.
designedtoparty: (I fought the law)

[personal profile] designedtoparty 2011-05-30 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
That's ages away, though.

[identity profile] dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
What, are you looking forward to attempted murder?
designedtoparty: (stop using logic Weird Kid)

[personal profile] designedtoparty 2011-05-30 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
No. It just seems like a long time to stick with one person.

[identity profile] dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
You were the one who wanted to marry me. Didn't this ever cross your mind?
designedtoparty: ({smoke} that ain't normal)

[personal profile] designedtoparty 2011-05-30 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, yeah. But I like you. I think it'll be okay.

[identity profile] dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Right answer, cowboy. Dulcie squeals and pounces, covering every inch of his face with kisses.]
designedtoparty: (I'll save you Barry!)

[personal profile] designedtoparty 2011-05-30 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ow! [Not that it actually hurts him. He's just caught off guard. As soon as he realises what's happening he stops any attempts to push her off.]

[identity profile] dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dulcie pulls back.]

Your pizza's here.
designedtoparty: (that's weird)

[personal profile] designedtoparty 2011-05-31 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Nathan grumbles, searching through his clothes until he comes across his wallet. He doesn't bother with dressing before he goes to answer the door. He's just going to get right back into bed, anyway.

He returns a a minute later, dropping the ice cream tub on Dulcie before he flops back onto the bed and opens the pizza box.]
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