i dozed off so im going to bed
"I would’ve done it," Jeremy started, "But there’s a rule. Friends don’t touch things other friends’ butt cheeks have touched for extended periods of time. Unless they’re drunk. Or a couple." He paused, "Are you drunk? Because one of us has to be drunk before any touching of the other’s underwear is okay." He paused, then laughed, "That didn’t even make sense in my own head, but I was on a roll." Shrugging, he looked back to the Original, "And why don’t you wear thongs? They’d look great on you."
"There is no such rule." Clothes were clothes but some people insisted on believing in cooties. "It’s a personal preference and none of your concern because you will never see what I look like without clothes on."
"Fine!" Jeremy called up again, "Maybe I will!" Heading back into the laundry room, the younger of the duo began to take Rebekah’s clothing out of the dryer. That was until a very tiny black garment stopped him dead in his tracks. Quickly, he reloaded everything and walked back to the foyer, "I changed my mind. You take your thongs out of there."
Jeremy left and Rebekah sunk into her chair, smirk on her face. She sat there calmly, counting in her head the time he was gone - it was only a matter of time. Once she had counted to fifteen he had marched himself back up there. She laughed, “I don’t wear thongs but thank you for admitting how much of a baby you still are - and you want to move to New York with me.” She hopped out of the chair and walked into the laundry room herself, piling her clothes into a basket. On her way back she shouted, “Clean fabric is clean fabric. I was going to offer to folder your boxers, and all of your other clothes, if you managed to bring my clothes up, since I’m not the woos in the room. But guess that option is out.”
"Rebekah!" Jeremy shouted from the foyer, looking for the blonde who’s name he’d just called, "Your laundry is done. Can you unload it so I can wash mine?" The Hunter and the Original were getting by as roommates fairly well. Jeremy had to admit, he was even kind of crushing on the woman, but he’d probably never act on that. At least not without any inkling it could work. He sighed and waited a moment before calling again, "Bekah, if you don’t come down, I’m unloading your delicates!"
"Go ahead and unload it, of course unless you’re scared to touch a clean garment.” It amused her - something men wanted so often but were afraid to touch it when it’s last location wasn’t on a woman.
"Do I look like the type of person who would do that?"
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WELL I POSTED GAARA THE OTHER DAY YOU’RE KILLING ME
I DIDN’T SEE IT
WE NEED TO DO THE THING, DAMNIT
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME
BECAUSE YOU POSTED INO DAMNIT
-whispers- naruto au