001 | (this is so not what she) texted

[cowardley]

[ hey, look, it's a picture of a brightly colored phallic fruit from Sorrow's orchard.  it's laid out  on a cutting board next to a second brightly colored phallic fruit that has been cut into, and clearly chewed up and spit out.  next, is a selfie of ashley, her nose wrinkled in disgust. ]

The only room this 'fruit' could possibly be used in is the bedroom!!!  
Y U C K

[ and several minutes after the post occurs, out in hadriel, in the ud house, ashley screams in horror. that was not at all what she wrote. someone save her. call ghostbusters! burn the phone!  oh god, or maybe just kill her! ]

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[Action]

[thechoiceisyours]

[He accepts the help up, getting to his feet and taking the coffee when offered with his free hand, but just shifts the other in her grasp a little to instead lace their fingers together.]

I mean, I dunno, but it wouldn't hurt to try right?

[The phoenix down might be more reliable most of the time, but he's pretty sure in this situation a kiss is a more than acceptable substitute.]

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[cowardley]

[ She beams, cheeks flushing. It's moments like these where her heart beats a little faster, and she feels like the rest of the world melts away. It's like every piece of her becomes heated, excited just by being in his presence. ]

No, I guess it wouldn't. [ She stares into his eyes, and then they drop to his lips. She leans forward, tip-toeing to reach, and presses her lips against his, chaste, but lingering. For all of the bad moments they've had here, for the occasional fight, or argument, it all becomes worth it when she's connecting with him.

There is no cure to this place, but Chris comes close. ]