[Erica sees the Look and tries to hide her smile, mostly because the Look is amusing and she knows why it's there. One by one her fingers lift up and away from her neck. Truthfully she had just some muscle pain from sleeping on Sam's arm, but the bruising was definitely not sleep related.]
[Her brow furrows for a moment, mostly thinking, then she drums her fingers across the table.]
What are you labeling as second base? Because if there's first, second, third, and home - and home being... well... [She makes a KNOWING look.] where are you putting second?
[She pauses.] Should we ask for a pen and I can draw a stick figure and you can point? [Yep. Smart-ass is being a smart-ass.]
[Isaac rolls his eyes with the loudest exasperated sigh he can muster, before he tugs at the collar of his shirt.]
First is kissing, second is making out and heavy petting, third is hands, and we know what home is. Come on, Erica, you guys- you must be getting pretty serious, if you're saying your 'I love you's and he's getting bitey.
Sorry! I just, it's not like I ever really had things labeled before. I didn't even have things to label before and he said the 'I love yous' too and did you say bitey? [She smirks at him.]
Werewolves being bitten by humans. Also, definitely more than second base. [She says it rather quickly and then immediately slouches down low in the booth, hiding her face with both of her hands.]
[Hold on, aside from food being here, she's grinning and sitting up very straight.]
You called me your packmate. [ 8D ] But, you're allowed to be jealous if you want. You can even be jealous of my food. [Because it looks really good.] You can be jealous of my house finding skills too.
I haven't signed anything, I just put our names down so that they don't lease it out to someone else while I was waiting to tell you. Which had been my plan all along for today, but the rain and then all the kissing happened, so now the plan has a bit of a ... rain delay.
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[Isaac lifts an eyebrow at the motion, peering over at her fingers.]
I mean... some people think I should- what are you doing?
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Hmm? It's just a weird pain. Probably just... [Then she remembers and her hand flattens over her neck.] Nothing at all.
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[Isaac just gives her a Look.]
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Yep. Nothing at all.
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[Isaac just huffs, shaking his head, trying to ask exasperated.]
I can't believe it. You got to second base before I did.
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What are you labeling as second base? Because if there's first, second, third, and home - and home being... well... [She makes a KNOWING look.] where are you putting second?
[She pauses.] Should we ask for a pen and I can draw a stick figure and you can point? [Yep. Smart-ass is being a smart-ass.]
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First is kissing, second is making out and heavy petting, third is hands, and we know what home is. Come on, Erica, you guys- you must be getting pretty serious, if you're saying your 'I love you's and he's getting bitey.
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Sorry! I just, it's not like I ever really had things labeled before. I didn't even have things to label before and he said the 'I love yous' too and did you say bitey? [She smirks at him.]
Werewolves being bitten by humans. Also, definitely more than second base. [She says it rather quickly and then immediately slouches down low in the booth, hiding her face with both of her hands.]
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Jesus, Erica- no, I don't wanna know. Don't tell me.
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I'm not going to tell you! You're the one mentioning bases. [She's still grinning though, because it's funny to her.] Are you jealous?
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[He huffs and runs his fingers through his hair while the server finally emerges with their food.]
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You called me your packmate. [ 8D ] But, you're allowed to be jealous if you want. You can even be jealous of my food. [Because it looks really good.] You can be jealous of my house finding skills too.
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[He rolls his eyes.]
Did you find one?
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[Totally talking through a wad of french toast, sorry Erica.]
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It's in Sigyn. We can go look after we eat, if you want.
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[Isaac laughs though.]
Sure. I'd like to see it.
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[He pulls back, trying to breathe a little.]
I'm just hungry.
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[...in a manner of speaking, anyway.]
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[And he finishes scarfing the rest of his food.]
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