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[longlegs]

dude you're older than me!

room hopping
is this a ploy to get me to help you steal something again
and here i thought you were secretly a romantic now

[deadnerve]

OwO did m'lady want romance?

[longlegs]

[ In her head Cellar answers yes, Devon makes fun of her, she sticks her phone under her pillow with a sigh and tells herself that yes, actually, she is weird for that after what happened in June, and that this time she's falling asleep for real, for real. Outside her head: ]

just tell me what the actual plan is m'guy

[deadnerve]

i dont have one
i just wanna hang out
u in or u out?

[longlegs]

i'm in
where are we meeting

[deadnerve]

creepy knight statue in the hall w the ugly drapes?

[longlegs]

see you there







UwU

[deadnerve]

[Devon'll be there with a cigarette, and this is the fit. His hair looks mussed because he was just laying in bed doom scrolling (if you can call it that in 2007) and he seems a little bit perkier now that his sorta-sister took him up on a date.]

Hey. Wanna set something on fire?

[Joking. But this will reflect poorly on him in like a week for some strange reason.]

[longlegs]

[ She's grinning at his outfit - colorful and grunge, cute - dressed in clothes that don't exactly scream 4am 'fit. At least she's got long sleeves? Sorry about those platforms making her even taller.

Cellar ruffles his hair. ]

Not unless it's a cocktail. What's up, Scrungly? Did you nap all day again?

[deadnerve]

[He's grabbing her hand, tugging her along - he doesn't have anywhere to go, but she doesn't need to know that. Plus, he's pretty sure they're not far from the bodega. Time to find it and find some snacks.]

Yeah, sorta. I've just been bored. What about you? Doesn't look like you were in bed, either.

[longlegs]

[ Oh — well, okay. Tall girl led by not-that-short king, let's go. ]

Aw, thanks. [ Was that a compliment? No? She made it one anyway. ] Couldn't really fall asleep. Just when Teddie's finally managed to sleep early today, too. You rescued me from staring at the ceiling for another hour.

[deadnerve]

You don't just shake him awake to fuck or something?

[Devon: will not suffer insomnia alone if given the choice. See: right now.]

[longlegs]

Is that what you do with your girlfriend?

[ gurl. i mean boi ]

[deadnerve]

... Maybe.

[Fun fact: he's a few degrees less of a sleaze around Ren, but nobody needs to know that.]

If I had tits like you, then yeah, any time and anywhere.

[longlegs]

[ Cue a flashback to what Mila and Kieran did. Cellar clears her throat and massages a bit over her own collarbone. You know, where he left a pearl necklace. So anyway, ]

My tits appreciate it. Unfortunately, Teddie's too cute when he sleeps, so you'll just have to deal with me.

[deadnerve]

Gonna put 'em in my face instead?

[He stops walking, just to look at her for that. Stupid smile in place.]

[longlegs]

[ He stops, she stops. Blame the hour, blame the gremlin influence emanating from him, but Cellar lets go of his hand and puts her palm on his nape, pulling him in. To faceplant her boobs. And then she lets him go again. ]

That one's for free.

[deadnerve]

[Local man can die now, he just experienced what it is like to be in Heaven. Devon is a little disoriented after the boob-bounce, but he's a stupid smile on his face, and he stumbles away with a little laugh. He holds on to the nearest door (hello bodega,) and before he opens it, he looks back at her:]

What's the price of the next?

[longlegs]

Treat me like a lady.

[ Okay, she's more satisfied about that little stunt than she thought she would be. That reaction was pretty gold. Her arms are crossed now, ready to follow him inside. ]

[deadnerve]

Alright.

[Catch him opening the door for her, and holding it there:]

After you, m'lady.

[longlegs]

[ Jace taught her how to curtsy, but that was months ago and she hasn't exactly been practicing. Devon gets a mix of half-proper-and-the-rest-is-made-up, skirt dangerously riding up the lower she goes, and then she steps into their... date spot? She wonders if her other feline friend is around. ]

Have you met the cat yet? It keeps changing.

[deadnerve]

There's another cat?

[He's immediately curious, peering around. It's still kind of weird to step into a bodega after a hardwood hallway but... he's not looking gift stores in the mouth. He's instead grabbing a little wire basket from by the cash, and putting it over one arm like Little Red's basket.]

... What does her majesty wanna eat tonight? I want a chili dog. Think they have anything premade?

[longlegs]

Yeah! It shows up sometimes. We thought it was a bunch of different ones at first, but I think it's just some shape-shifter cat instead. Or there's some tiny door and we've got a colony of cats that've all agreed to take turns, who knows.

[ A light shrug for a silly thought. She walks around aimlessly, peers at the shelves. ]

They should have some stuff! I don't know about a chili dog, though. Teddie usually brings over snacks to store for a while. [ As for the previous question, ] I want... chocolate cake.

[deadnerve]

[He wants a damn chili dog, and goes sniffing around to see what they do have - not finding anything but some warm Jamaican patties in a heated case. It's weird in the sense that it feels like someone was just around and yet the place is vacant. He grabs a few, notably the spicy ones, and then deposits on the counter (for now) and goes hunting other things.

His head pops back around an aisle, when he holds out a package of Hostess Cupcakes.]

Are these close enough? To cake, not chili dogs.

[longlegs]

I'll take that, thank you very much.

[ Good br— good friend. Date. Augh. ]

You know what they should have here? A boba shop.