TELL YOUR NIICHAN COME AND TEST ME

[steelo]

	You've reached Yamada Ichiro, of Odd Jobs Yamada. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP.
	IC INBOX. CODE CREDIT.

Comments

[gnostalgia]

[ for a moment roxy's not sure how to respond to that, though her indecision is hidden behind a soft, affectionate smile as she tips into his kiss. "good thing you're not a stray dog" seems a little cruel to her, while saying "too bad" makes her sound a little bit desperate for more of his attention.

and while that second part is varying shades of true, no one deserves to have roxy lalonde put that on their heads. not even dirk. god, especially not him.

so instead roxy says nothing but instead lifts her head from the pillow to place a soft kiss on ichiro's forehead. her fingers run back through his mop of damp hair, gently pulling when it suits her, but wanting nothing more than to simply rest in this moment with him, their limbs tangled together in her sheet—

actually, where is her sheet?

nah, doesn't matter. ]

You can nap for a bit if you wanna. I won't let you get in trouble.

[steelo]

[ maybe a bit like a puppy dog, ichiro tilts into the petting indeed, letting his eyes flutter shut as he tips to the side to get properly comfortable. one arm comes to comfortably drape across roxy, settling in close to the warmth of the body beside him.

he yawns. yeah, a nap does sound like a good idea; he huffs a soft laugh, deep and rumbly in his chest, as he tilts in that bit closer to let the heavy warmth of sleep fade into his limbs. ] Sounds good. Even if you do...'m pretty good at getting out of it.

[ trouble, that is. comfortable and content, he snuggles into the covers. one last request comes in, though, arm squeezing once where he's got it wrapped around her now. ] Stay here a while, too.

[ time for cuddles. ]