“Nice clothes! Did you get any—oh! Here they are.”
She pulled the food out of the cart and set it in the fridge and shelves, shoving the water against the walls as she put the nonperishable foods in the cupboard and the juices in the fridge. The man had changed the sheets and thrown the other people’s clothes in a heap on the floor, hanging up what he could, and storing the rest on top of the miniscule closet. He watched the man gesture.
“Can you get rid of these?”
“Consider it done,” he murmured as he put them in the old bed sheets. Dana laughed at the box of condoms. “Sorry, Alex, but you’ve got the wrong size.”
“There’s an extra, extra small?” Alex said coolly, and the man came over, scowling at the box. “I wouldn’t know.”
“That’s because you’d rather eat the dick before you shove yours—”
He rolled his eyes when Dana bumped hips with her lover. “Just stuff it.”
“You gonna give me reason to?”
She grinned, and Alex frowned, earning a smile from the man as he leaned in and kissed her gently, cupping her cheek. She chuckled as she pulled back, only to have him kiss her nose.
“You’re a fucking hopeless romantic,” she said, pulling out the cards.
“I warned you,” he said, stealing another kiss from her.
Alex wanted to puke biomatter all over this man.
When they were finished unpacking, he took the carts off—after crushing them with his genetically enhanced arms just to scare her boyfriend, and it worked. As he carried the bundle of cloth and metal, he heard Dana say, “His name is Desmond, for future reference.”
*Is shot* This has probably got to be one of the more ridiculous things I've written. I've all ready got the military gossiping like hens later on. T.T Are you sure you want more of my incredible lameness?
Captcha: "what nuateloo" I dunno what nuateloo, Captcha. D: That's probably where this prompt came from.
Upside-Down Adversity 2.5
She pulled the food out of the cart and set it in the fridge and shelves, shoving the water against the walls as she put the nonperishable foods in the cupboard and the juices in the fridge. The man had changed the sheets and thrown the other people’s clothes in a heap on the floor, hanging up what he could, and storing the rest on top of the miniscule closet. He watched the man gesture.
“Can you get rid of these?”
“Consider it done,” he murmured as he put them in the old bed sheets.
Dana laughed at the box of condoms. “Sorry, Alex, but you’ve got the wrong size.”
“There’s an extra, extra small?” Alex said coolly, and the man came over, scowling at the box. “I wouldn’t know.”
“That’s because you’d rather eat the dick before you shove yours—”
He rolled his eyes when Dana bumped hips with her lover. “Just stuff it.”
“You gonna give me reason to?”
She grinned, and Alex frowned, earning a smile from the man as he leaned in and kissed her gently, cupping her cheek. She chuckled as she pulled back, only to have him kiss her nose.
“You’re a fucking hopeless romantic,” she said, pulling out the cards.
“I warned you,” he said, stealing another kiss from her.
Alex wanted to puke biomatter all over this man.
When they were finished unpacking, he took the carts off—after crushing them with his genetically enhanced arms just to scare her boyfriend, and it worked. As he carried the bundle of cloth and metal, he heard Dana say, “His name is Desmond, for future reference.”
*Is shot* This has probably got to be one of the more ridiculous things I've written. I've all ready got the military gossiping like hens later on. T.T Are you sure you want more of my incredible lameness?
Captcha: "what nuateloo" I dunno what nuateloo, Captcha. D: That's probably where this prompt came from.