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.

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[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.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Well, you know what? Maybe he'll just beat her to the punch. How do you like that?

He kisses her very, very lightly on her cheek, right in the middle of his awesome heart.]