Kenzi [005] Video

[onteamdyson]

[Oh hey, it's Kenzi! She appears to be sitting on a bench... outside... with the sun setting and snow falling softly. Is she crazy?! At least she's bundled up and in layers, even if her bunny hat looks really stupid. There's some statue or something behind her, looks like a lady. She's definitely sitting in the cemetery, just chillin']

Hey biatches! So... not that I'm being totally nostalgic or homesick or anything, because that shit is for pussies, but-- [She winces, adjusting her position so she's supporting her right arm with her left. It tilts the video a bit.]

Which of you crazy freaks has never seen snow before? Anyone? Just remember that in a pinch, socks CAN be used as mittens. I'm willing to field any basic questions about this poor, misguided imitation of Canadian weather.



((ooc: She's literally just sitting around in the cemetery thinking about dark junk. Feel free to go up and bug her.))

Comments

[onteamdyson]

I do not! I didn't like you at first. [Yes she did. Whatever, Party. She just likes people right away until they give her a reason not to. It's different!] Me, Phil, Hawkeye, and Galen now, too, I guess. There's still like... three empty rooms leftover.

[She ditches her snow-gear by the door, taking some extra time with the coat, and bounces over to the couch so she can grab the fuzzy throw blanket off the back and toss it at Party.] This is for you, California. You're looking a little blue.

[gloryisbullshit]

[He takes off his jacket at least, and the nasty scarf, but the hoodie lets him feel safe, so he keeps it on. What the fuck is a fuzzy blanket.] Oh my god, what-- [He rolls it over in his hands, presses it to his face.] Oh my god.

[onteamdyson]

...

[What. Is. Happening.] ... Do you two want to be alone or something?

[gloryisbullshit]

[Shakes it. Kind of rubs it against itself.] How...how? It's like a rabbit. I think. [Trying to remember the last time he touched a rabbit.] How do they make it? How is it clean?

[onteamdyson]

Wh-- Dude, I dunno! I'm not a blanket artisan. It's synthetic! Jeeze. Probably got it from evil-scientist wal-mart or something for thirty bucks--[WAIT! Wait. Wait a fucking second.] You like it, huh? It's yours for two hundred points!

[gloryisbullshit]

[Oh, hey, that gets a look up and--silence.]




I'm not taking your blanket, K. [But he's THINKING about it!]

[onteamdyson]

Why not!? It just kinda stays on the couch, it's no big. 180 points. I've got a bigger one in my room. [Come on. Points. She needs them! Poooints. She also needs to flop back onto the couch and pulls her legs up so she can sit on her feet. Cold toes!]

[gloryisbullshit]

[It almost seems not worth it, but he imagines the blanket in his bed at the new tiny house and presses the downy grain up against his mouth...and shrugs.] Whatever. One-eighty.

[He perches on the arm of couch, half-covered in fuzzy blanket and wary of getting his wet boots on the decent couch. So polite!] So Hawkeye.

[onteamdyson]

[Okay, whatever, she didn't just get ridiculously excited about a fuckton of imaginary points. What does that get her to, 220? Somewhere around there. Either way, she's got points in the BANK!] Whaaaaaat about him? You got a crush or something?

[gloryisbullshit]

[Ah, prickling.] What are you, ten? Nah, just wondering if you're on that or...?

[onteamdyson]

[She stares at him incredulously for a sec before pointing to herself] Me? No! I'm not on anything. No idea what he's up to, though. Better ask him yourself. Pink pen, little note, do you like me? Check yes, no, or maybe! Draw a picture of his massive arms!

[Can't even stop this laugh from happening right here.]

[gloryisbullshit]

Yeah! [He agrees, grinning.] Option two: lay down the magic fleece-- [Fuzzy blanket, obvi.] --just sprawl on top of it on his bed. I feel like the message is pretty clear with that. Hi, why haven't you done this?

[onteamdyson]

How could he possibly resist that?!

[Oh. Well. She smirks and falls over on her side, taking up exactly one and a half couch cushions.] Freaky arm for one, not so attractive. Potential disapproving parental-glares from Philliam for another thing. Aaaaand. I dunno. I guess I got a crush already. Hawkeye's not it.

[gloryisbullshit]

Yeah, well, m'not exactly goin for crush so much as just getting it in, but--hey, I'll bite: who's it?

[onteamdyson]

[... Her only response is to kick him off the arm of the couch.]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Check out this terribly attractive grunt as he tumbles to the side, only just graceful enough to not fall on his face.] Come on! C'mon, I get to ask, you brought it on yourself, man! Now you gotta answer!

[This isn't connecting, he's a few fuses short.]

[onteamdyson]

[Uuuuuuugh. There's a whole bunch of slightly-awkward laughter before she sits up and peers down at him over the side. She just stares at him for a sec before reaching with her good hand to tug at his hair.]

I kinda like when you're in my bubble, cupcake. Just as long as you meant what you said about this place being a temporary stop and attachments being stupid and leaving hearts out of it.

[gloryisbullshit]

[If you look closely--watch his eyes!--you can see the gears turning. He teethes around a few words that he doesn't say, frowns. Squints.

[Grins.] Shut the fuck up.

[onteamdyson]

Oh my god, forget I said anything.

[She flops back like she was, trying to cover her face with her arm because it's probably the same colour as Party's head right now.]

[gloryisbullshit]

No way! No way, no way! [He doesn't bother getting all the way up, just kind of slides to the front of the couch and gets up to lean on his elbows next to Kenzi's arm, bows his head to try to catch her eyes.] So what are you sayin? Sayin I oughta pick a different bed, or...?

[onteamdyson]

[There's some hesitant peeking before she finally moves her arm and looks up at him. Damn you, Party Poison.]

I'm saying check a box. Yes, no, or maybe.

[gloryisbullshit]

Well, yeah. [He says easily.] Sorry: "Yes."

[onteamdyson]

[Woah, really!? Wh-- ... okay then. If she looks surprised, it's because she totally is. But then she's hooking two fingers in the collar of his hoodie and pulling him closer to kiss.

Because damn. She wanted that boy the second he got up in her personal space. And the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Oh, well, happy to oblige! Party hums a surprised little noise first, but it takes all of a split second for him to be getting up to lean over her, settle his hips by her hips on the couch, oh hello. He takes a mile of this inch, hands quick to slip up into her hair, down her side--he's not a slow guy, all around.]

[onteamdyson]

[Still cold from outside but oh so warm underneath. This shit's like baked Alaska. Her right hand stays close, fingertips tracing along cheekbone, and ultimately settles at the nape of his neck with her arm just barely resting against his shoulder. He's enough of a distraction that it doesn't bother her too much. The other one snakes down his back and up his shirt to lightly drag her nails down his spine.]