Encountering the roommate [OPEN!]

[redcinemareel]

[There are clothes strewn about, even in the hallway, as Grell tries to choose what to wear for the day. Dressed in a blue robe, he looks at one particular blouse and hums in thought.]

This is just no good! [SIGHS and tosses that aside as well. He'll never get studying if he can't find something decent!]



(ooc: anyone is allowed to stop inside!)

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[oversees.livejournal.com]

[Percy's on his way back to his dorm in a halfhearted attempt to get some studying done and find out about the Garden a bit more. Unfortunately for him, his roommate suggests otherwise.

What.]

[oversees.livejournal.com]

[His desk is covered. His bed? Invisible.

His own closet? Emptied out for some godforsaken reason.]

3/

[oversees.livejournal.com]

[Why would you even? He scans around looking for his roommate, but Grell is apparently nowhere to be seen.]

[oversees.livejournal.com]

[And in the midst of his fury Grell appears out of nowhere.

Practically.

Clad in next to nothing. Well a robe. But still.]

5/5 okok im done

[oversees.livejournal.com]

[And in a deft maneuver that would make his mother proud--]

Whoa~! XD

[redcinemareel]

[Grell stops his movements abruptly and looks to his roommate. Percy. Such a stiff name. So appropriate.]

...sorry about your closet~. [Grins, because he is sorry!] I had my towel on my head and it just kept falling! Then I realized that ICKY sweater couldn't have been mine.

[oversees.livejournal.com]

Of course it's yours, who else would toss clothing around in here?

Don't tell me you're incapable of keeping your items to yourself. [Still not pleased.]

[redcinemareel]

This is mine? [Holds up a tatty brown sweater, pushing it against Percy's chest as if trying to see if it would fit the lanky male.]

No, darling, it's DEFINITELY yours. It clashes with your skin tone perfectly. [Tosses it on his head elegantly.] I can certainly keep my belongings to myself. Just...not when I'm trying to pick something out~.

[fierybluebird]

[Walks in to check on his girlfriend. Then sees everything everywhere and the blue robe. Of course being Marco, he just arches an eyebrow coolly and deadpans.]

Oh my. Wardrobe situation?

[redcinemareel]

The worst yet! [Turns to Marco with a dress in one hand and a blouse and pants ensemble in the other.] I don't know what to WEAR. [WIBBLES]

[fierybluebird]

[Deadpan forever.] Not that.

Well chin up, kitten. You'll find something.

[redcinemareel]

[Rummages through the closet, not...really hearing what Marco said.] And I still need to study. [Almost disappears into the closet before reappearing with a pair of black pants and a red tunic type of blouse. SUCCESS!

Turns to Marco, giving him a look.]

...you have to turn around.

[fierybluebird]

[Arches an eyebrow.]

Eh, why?

[Okay, he is just not that polite sometimes. Especially when he was planning to watch this show.]

[redcinemareel]

Because! [Saunters over to him and a grin, running a slender hand through pineapplely locks.] How else will you pretend to not be looking if you don't turn around~? [G

[fierybluebird]

Ah, of course. How foolish of me. [Turns around.]

This...might get over the PG13 mark. >.>

[redcinemareel]

Now~ you're getting it. [Goes back over to his spot to change, opening the robe first.] Did you have something to eat yet?

Per usual? orz

[fierybluebird]

Not yet, why?

[redcinemareel]

[Shrugs off the robe, wearing only lacy undergarments.] I was thinking we could get something to eat together. [Goes to pull on those pants. Bending over now~.] My treat.

[fierybluebird]

[Obviously sneaking a glance.]

Oh? What kind of food are you hoping for?

[redcinemareel]

I actually prepared something. [Pants ON, which is strange considering Marco is there. Usually it would be the other way around. Now working on that red tunic blouse. Smirks softly, catching the other not looking, but looking.] Nothing big. But it's a surprise~.

[fierybluebird]

Oh really? [A LITTLE worried, but deadpan face keeping it from showing.] I'm intrigued already, eh.

[redcinemareel]

[Suck it up~. ♥]

Good! [Finishes getting dressed, grabbing his red trench coat, some black heels, and the red picnic basket they used one time.] If it's too nippy outside, we should eat indoors.

[fierybluebird]

Sounds like a plan, though I'd keep you warm either way. [Leans an arm smoothly around Grell's shoulders.]

[redcinemareel]

It's your duty to protect me from the elements. [Smiles up at him, kissing his cheek] Shall we?

[fierybluebird]

And an honor. [Tickles under chin lightly and nods.] Lead on, eh.

[redcinemareel]

[Grins and leads them out.] Have you seem my chocobo? I think the little one is playing an eternal game of hide and seek.

[fierybluebird]

You want me to whistle for her? She's very obedient. Comes running even when I'm looking for others, eh.

[redcinemareel]

Would you, dearest? She could enjoy our outing as well.

[Sometimes it pays to have a phoenix for a lover.]

[fierybluebird]

[Only sometimes? And Marco whistles loudly conjuring up several birds. It's mating season so any call gets attention. He shoos a bunch of them away in avian and scoops up the little chocobo.]

Here's your Mommy. [Gives it to Grell.]

[redcinemareel]

[Okay, all the time.]

[So many species flew in out of no where, even Macabre, but they weren't the chocobo he's looking for. Macabre does land on his shoulder, though.

There's a squeal of delight as the yellow fluffball is found, opening his free arm for the little one.]

Where have you been, you naughty thing? [Nuzzles the bird with a happy grin. Looks up to Marco.] Thank you, my firebird.

[fierybluebird]

You're quite welcome. [SO damn pleased with himself.]

[redcinemareel]

[As he should be!

Their trip to the quad takes little time, and Grell sets up the red blanket before placing the basket down and extracting a large container of salad.] I made this earlier today. It's a healthy snack instead of those yucky hot DOGS. [His pronunciation for the food is off. Not so used to them.] There's some dressing, as well.

[fierybluebird]

[Grins softly, secretly relieved.]

Why thank you kitten. [Sets some up for Grell as well.]