the morning after meme (expanded)

[bottecellie]

the morning after ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios ① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE? ② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM? ③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY? ④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T... ⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO? ⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN? ⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl? ⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH! ⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT? ⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN! Stolen from here.

Comments

[esssse]

[delicate scowling over here]

It's a fine word, there's nothing wrong with it.

[cerebral]

Mm, but if I'd said it, you'd be giving me glares all day.

[He knows you, sir.]

[esssse]

No, I won't. That's ridiculous.

[shut up charles. he glares at him while sipping his coffee.]

Say the word.

[cerebral]

All right. [he clears his throat.] Erik, aren't you feeling a little delicate today?

[p.s. it needs that exact context.]

[esssse]

[HE CAN'T HELP IT HIS FACE JUST ENDS UP INTO A SCOWL which he quickly masks to a sarcastic smile.]

No, my friend, I do not.

[cerebral]

[Charles nods compliantly for a moment, before his shoulders start to shudder into a laugh.]

You are absolutely ridiculous, do you know that? [It's said in the fondest tone.]

[esssse]

[erik is going to break off a piece of toast and chuck it at his stupid face because he hates you]

What of my delicate feelings, Charles.

[cerebral]

[He knew that was coming (psyche, telepath) and ducks, before picking it up and chucking it back.]

By the looks of things we'll have to give you a nap and some juice, you child.

[esssse]

You cheated. And made something out of a perfectly innocent word.

Have you been doing that in our matches, as well?

[cerebral]

Please, I don't need telepathy to beat you. [oh snap]

[esssse]

[EXCUSE YOU?]

You stink heavily of denial, Charles. New aftershave?

[cerebral]

No, dear, I believe you're mistaking denial for jealousy.

[u mad bro.]

[esssse]

I beg to differ. Nobody would feel jealous of your mediocre skills in such a high-brow sport.

[delicately drinking his tea.]

[cerebral]

Whereas you're simply the paragon of a champion, of course.

[esssse]

I'll have you know even the Nazis were afraid of me. An arrogant Jewish mutt, commanding the opposite side of the board.

[low jab, but it's a memory he's never forgotten.]

[cerebral]

[He doesn't say anything to that, only gives him one of those Looks that they give each other every now and then. Everyone knows what sort.]

[sipping tea:] Well, I'd offer you a match for the title of mutant grand champion, but apparently I'm an untrustworthy character who's only worth having bits of breakfast food flung at him.

[esssse]

You can be my grand mutant queen.

[cerebral]

Mm, too late for that. I don't know about any of this 'yours' business, though.

[esssse]

And why not? Better a kingdom united than one divided. Join me.

[perhaps a not so subtle invitation. the definition of this enemies thing is getting out of hand.]

[cerebral]

In chess, a queen is technically more powerful than a king. But off the board --what? Lie back, darling, and think of mutant rights?

[esssse]

A favour. I offered. [he grits his teeth.] Never let it be said that I am not a kind and generous man.

[cerebral]

[there's a sad look from Charles, quite apart from their earlier playful bickering.]

Erik Lehnsherr, you are the greatest man I know. That's something I will never stop believing. Not for a moment.

But violence only begets more violence and I will not compromise my ideals --not for you, not for anyone. If you could see what I can, you would understand. And if you ever truly were my friend, you wouldn't ask that of me.

[esssse]

[bullshit.

though the thing that stings the most for erik is probably the fact that no matter how well he claims that charles doesn't know him, he always proves him the opposite, just because he knows better. or they should, at any rate.

erik grinds his teeth, glaring at him, before he finishes the dregs of his coffee and sets it aside. he doesn't have to stay and endure this shit.]

I'm going out.

No sense being caged when it's a lovely day outside.

[cerebral]

As you wish.

[And he lets him go.]