fell asleep on.

[bottecellie]

sweet dreams.

Someone, whether it be a friend or a total stranger, has fallen asleep on you wherever you happen to be; you are a rather comfortable pillow to them.

What do you do?

From here.

Comments

[backwordscompatible]

[How dare you insult her sleight-of-hand skills?]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[hackingyoursensors]

[Yeah he was always the kid that figured out the magic tricks on TV. Sorry.]

Then you wouldn't mind if I got up and checked myself in the mirror. Just to be sure.

[backwordscompatible]

[Rude.]

Not at all. Go right ahead.

[hackingyoursensors]

You're not going to mysteriously vanish while I'm gone, are you?

[backwordscompatible]

Nope.

[And miss his reaction? She definitely wanted to see that.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[He heads toward the nearest bathroom.

Well, this'll be interesting.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Very interesting]

[Because when he looks in the mirror, he's going to find "PROPERTY OF Z.Z." written across his forehead. In such a way that he can read it perfectly in the reflection. Meaning she wrote it backwards.]

[And when he comes back into the room, she's going to have the lipstick out, twirling back and forth through the fingers of one hand. Smirking, obviously.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[There is nothing but silence from the bathroom.

Followed by laughter.

But by the time he comes back, face completely lipstick-free, he's trying (and failing) to look stern]

I'm feeling really objectified right now, Zatanna.

[backwordscompatible]

But the question is, do you object?

[hackingyoursensors]

[...you got him there.]

...not really.

[backwordscompatible]

Didn't think so.

[Still twirling the lipstick.]

[hackingyoursensors]

If I go back over there, are you going to doodle on me again?

[backwordscompatible]

Maybe.

[hackingyoursensors]

[Challenge accepted.

He walks back over totally nonchalantly. Though...he might try to steal her lipstick and doodle on her]

[backwordscompatible]

[You're not the only one who can be nonchalant. In fact, she's very nonchalantly uncovering the lipstick now...and applying it to her lips.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[He's just going to keep walking nonchalantly until he stops a mere foot from her.

Do you dare, Zatanna?]

[backwordscompatible]

[Dare what? She's totally just refreshing her makeup here.]

[You're paranoid]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Well he was taught by the best.

And don't mind him while he pulls out a tube of lipstick from his utility belt and quickly draws a heart on her right cheek.

Yeah, he totally grabbed it while he was in the bathroom.]

[backwordscompatible]

[She's going to let that heart slide, mister]

[And by 'slide', I mean wait until he's finished before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him back down onto the couch next to her so she can plant a nice, big, lipstick-y print on his cheek]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Okay, woah, that totally startled him.

And he's so not blushing shhhh.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Oh, look. You almost match her shade now.]

Technically, it's not a doodle.

[hackingyoursensors]

Touche.

[He gets more comfortable on the couch, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with her. Trying to re-whelm himself]

I'm starting to I think I'm a bad influence.

[backwordscompatible]

[Don't mind her just sitting here, admiring her latest artwork]

It's possible. But, on the other hand, you make a great canvas.

[hackingyoursensors]

[S-still a little red.]

I...don't think I mind being a canvas.

[backwordscompatible]

Good to know.

[Absently begins to reapply the lipstick. Because.]