Shenanigans!

[phaselocknroll]

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[nostalgiabomb]

Why don't you write one? Pretty sure it'd be the first of its kind, right?

[phaselocknroll]

Maybe one day I will. Would you like to be in it?

[nostalgiabomb]

Only if you write me as a dashing rogue with a heart of gold, winning the affections of men and women everywhere with a charming smile, ho frequently saves the day with a pithy quip and a wink of his eye.

[phaselocknroll]

Ah, so you want me to write a fantasy story.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He's tying off the braid, but he pauses with an overblown wince. ]

Words hurt, Maya.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She laughs, glancing over her shoulder. ] If anything, I'd write you for what you are.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He arches an eyebrow at her. ]

I'm preeetty sure I nailed the description of myself just now.

[phaselocknroll]

There were one or two minor indulgences.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He ties off the braid at last, sitting back to look over his work. ]

Really? I thought I was spot on, but agree to disagree.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She reaches back to run her fingers along the braid. It's kind of an odd feeling, since she's never had her hair braided before. She turns around to face him ]

Well, how do I look?

[nostalgiabomb]

You? Gorgeous, as always.

I'm not sure we've got enough mirrors on board, or else I'd show you how your hair looks.

[phaselocknroll]

I'll just have to trust that you did a good job.

[ she runs her fingers over it again ] Thank you. It was sweet of you to do this.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ he smiles a little ]

Any time. I don't mind doing it again, if you want. I still should show you how to do it yourself.

[phaselocknroll]

I'd say at this point you have free reign to braid my hair whenever.

But you're right. It's my hair. I should probably learn.

[nostalgiabomb]

I'll show you later. And afterwards, we can paint our nails and talk about boys.

[phaselocknroll]

I'm pretty sure most people would consider it weird to talk about boys with their boyfriend.

[nostalgiabomb]

Would they? Well, guess they're just not as progressive as I am.

Or, we could talk about me. There's an option.

[phaselocknroll]

Talk about you? But what would we possibly have to talk about?

[nostalgiabomb]

Wow. You make it sound like I don't have anything interesting going on.

[ At which point he flops back onto the bed. ]

[phaselocknroll]

Do you have anything interesting going on?

[nostalgiabomb]

Well-- okay, not right now. Doesn't mean I still don't have anything interesting to talk about.

[phaselocknroll]

I thought you were out of stories.

[nostalgiabomb]

Good ones, not interesting ones. Like, I'm pretty sure I haven't told you anything from when I was between the ages of-- [ He thinks back, then-- ]

Twelve and thirty?

[phaselocknroll]

[ She settles down to lay on her stomach, chin propped up in her hands ]

So tell me an interesting story.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He gives a thoughtful hum, folding his hands over his stomach. ]

Have I ever told you how I got my helmet?