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]

[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.]

[backwordscompatible]

[She likes it very much. Thanks for asking.]

What was that for? [As if she doesn't already know]

[hackingyoursensors]

I would say revenge but I think you liked it too much.

[backwordscompatible]

No such thing as "too much".

[hackingyoursensors]

...I see your point.

So, how do you like my work of art?

[backwordscompatible]

Well, I might be a bit biased...but I'd say it's not bad.

Especially the performance parts.

[hackingyoursensors]

[He may or may not be smiling like a dork]

Not bad? So only half-good?

[backwordscompatible]

You could stand to rehearse a little more.

[hackingyoursensors]

But how would I ever find anyone to rehearse with?

[backwordscompatible]

Hmm. That is a dilemma.

Maybe you should put out a want ad in the paper?

[hackingyoursensors]

But what if only really creepy people respond?

[backwordscompatible]

That's why you write "no creepy people" on the bottom.

[hackingyoursensors]

I dunno, creepy people don't always realize that they're creepy.

And Robin has fangirls, apparently. Not sure I want to risk it.

[backwordscompatible]

Looks like you're at an impasse, then.

[hackingyoursensors]

I guess you'll just have to put up with my sub-par kissing for now.

[backwordscompatible]

Says who?

[hackingyoursensors]

Ouch, the sting of rejection.

[backwordscompatible]

[She giggles and shifts her weight so that she's sitting on her knees. Leaning in.]

I meant the part about your kissing being sub-par.