I Need More Love (1-6b)

Mie · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 7:01 pm

OOC: Collab with the boss to get things rollin'.

It was a rare sort of moment for Rock.

He was back at his house—well, his parents' house—and the "folks" were out for the evening. He'd been a little sour about the previous day, and had spent a good part of this one just making a mess of the kitchen, his rear planted firmly on a barstool, shoulders hunched over the counter while he fiddled with some mess of electronic components.

He was done for the moment, though. He left his greasy toolbox and his loose parts strewn all about. No one was there to be bothered by it; maybe Jared and Kara had ditched for the evening because of the mess, and noise, and drilling, and occasional self-injury-driven bouts of cussing their hotheaded (and now burnt-handed) son had caused to permeate the home for the better part of the day. But either way, it was finally quiet, and he was finally resigning himself to just bum out on the couch.

And so he did. The dog-tired primate held no more desire to monkey around (haw species) and slunk, toes dragging, into the dim-lit living room, and around the arm of the sofa, ultimately to collapse within its well-worn, springy, cushiony depths, and gaze for a while upon those abstract shapes painted by the water leak stains on the ceiling.

What a glamorous life.

Visions from the previous day filtered through his mind. A situation beyond his control had presented itself, and he was neither equipped nor prepared for it, and that irritated him in all sorts of little ways. As much damage as was caused, though, he couldn't find it in himself to blame it on anyone but the perpetrators. It certainly wasn't his responsibility, in the first place. He didn't owe the government a thing. Well, except maybe some back taxes, but that's moot. The situation had bothered him still, though, not for the loss of lovely social institutions, but for his own unpreparedness. And like he always had, he responded by doing what he could to step up his game. Apply himself; build and rebuild equipment; make sure he had the gear to handle a similar situation in the future. And he would, once it was all said and done.

For all that was going on, though, his silent and dreadful outward neutrality didn't tell much. Unless he felt particularly strongly about something, it seldom did.

It didn't take long for the absence of said symphony of clanking and tinkering with the occasional expletive accents to draw the attention of the sole other occupant of the house from her listless idleness. With unusual attentiveness, the simian girl's ears perked at the familiar groan of the couch's springs, and she promptly rolled off the bed she'd spent the previous hour or so sprawled across, dropping neatly onto the balls of her socked feet, which sprung lithely (but as inconspicuously as her apparent enthusiasm would allow) towards the living room.

Though she knew the likelihood of her presence being a surprise was low, Jam still crept quietly to the corner she leered sideways around. Her hair fell across her face towards the floor as she evaluated her quarry in silence for a moment before asking in a tone of carefully blended concern and exasperation, "Are you done breaking stuff?"

"Making," he corrected flatly and without shifting. A smile was couched in his tone. "Making stuff."

And it was evidently noticeable enough to coax her out into proper conversation proximity, which she did with her arms tucked behind her back, and slow, shuffling steps across the mistreated hardwood floors.

"That's not what Kara said," she challenged in a voice that was playful, but seemed cautiously so. She walked around the sofa, and helped herself to a seat along with much of Rock's personal space. "But what I meant to ask was, 'Are you done being... y'know, broody?'"

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psikeout · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 7:10 pm

"Broody?"

Lying sprawled with his head on the armrest, he glanced at the girl as she sat on the edge of the couch.

"... Ain't broody," he replied after some consideration. "Just been workin'."

Mie · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 7:42 pm

Jam politely redirected her dubious stare up at the ceiling, which would hopefully be less put off by it than its intended target.

"Oh," she responded in a tone that seemed surprised by the news.

"..."

Her fervent eye contact with the ceiling turned to a sort of desperate glare above her well-chewed lips, yet still it offered her no solace from the silence hanging in the wake of her epically ineffective interpersonal skills. All she was missing was the almost obligatory "Cool," that might as well be the conversation's headstone.

"That's... good." It wasn't much better, and, wincing, she knew it.

psikeout · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 7:55 pm

His brows slowly rose on his face. Was he amused by her squirming? It was hard to tell. Actually, he looked kind of like he was... more... gazing. Fondly, maybe. If she chanced a glance back at him, she'd find lengthy, piercing eye contact.

Not quite venturing to sit up, he raised a relaxed hand slowly up to her her cheek; his fingers slid down to just under her chin, as if to turn her head a little and get a better look.

"... Have I ever told you," he began in a whisper, "you're amazingly..."

...

"awkward?"

He was fighting off a grin.

Mie · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 9:44 pm

Reluctantly, Jam permitted Rock's hand to coax her her face towards his. This instantaneously proved to be a serious lapse in judgment. The room became stifling and still all at once; so still that it would have been naive to hope that her throaty gulp, or deafeningly absent heartbeat would go unnoticed, though perhaps the sparse lighting would spare her burning cheeks unwanted attention...

... until that last word utterly ruined the moment that could have been.

With a beady glare, she gave that thoroughly unwelcome hand a good, crisp shove away, before flopping backwards over the antagonistic simian's stomach with excess theatricality and spite.

"How come you can still do that to me?" she complained in a pout, crossing her arms, and tossing a mildly irritated glance to off to the side.

"Just once, I wanna make you as uncomfortable as you make me."

psikeout · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 10:03 pm

He was on the verge of grinning wider, but actually almost felt... a little bad about it, maybe. ... Maybe not.

"Well,—" His phone began to ring obnoxiously loudly right then, but he reached down to his belt and silenced it, then wryly continued. "If you need practice at it or somethin', I'm here."

Mie · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 10:09 pm

It might have been funny that the grinning simian's response, though practically in line with what she had just been saying she wanted, only seemed to make her more flustered, flushed, and jerky. She didn't seem particularly amused by it.

"'Practice?'" she repeated, trying (and failing) to not sound utterly gobsmacked. "How-- What -- I don't... I mean, do you practice? Or are y'just -- naturally... like... that?"

psikeout · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 10:19 pm

"Iiii dunno," slurred Rock as he sat up just a little bit and rested his weight on one of his elbows. He plopped a hand on her leg and rolled his eyes, still grinning in that unique kind of way—The one that would be almost a little sleazy if they didn't know each other so well. "I didn't really think it through so much when I said it. I was mostly hoping you'd just take it to mean somethin' perverted."

Mie · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 10:24 pm

For half a second, both brows furrowed horizontally over her eyes, which bore straight ahead at nothing in particular in a sort of evaluating manner. Her fingers interlaced atop her stomach, as she seemed to genuinely consider what have been said. Abruptly, her steadied gaze was leveled at him, as she asked with a resolutely straight face, "Would that actually make you squirm?"

psikeout · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 10:32 pm

"You could say that, along one or two axēs, at least," replied Rock breezily, looking entirely too happy with himself.

Mie · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 10:42 pm

For several moments, Jam returned to her staring, unspeaking, pensive posturing. It simply wouldn't do for her to concede that she had no clue what his reply meant, however, she could gather that given Rock's adversarial smugness, it could not be to her goals or favor. She chewed her lips, mulling this over, occasionally casting distrustful, invasively long stares in his direction.

And then she realized she didn't really care.

So, with little more pretense than a blurted, "Oh, what the hell," she was all over him.

psikeout · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 11:08 pm

OOC: Underage readers avert your eyes, that just means you, Sheff, loolz. (Nah, not really.)

Before he could pat himself on the back (or her on the bottom) for his excellent handling of the situation and ultimately desirable outcome,—

*DEETLE-DEETLE-DEETLE-DEET*

... the phone rang again.

*DEETLE-DEETLE-DEETLE-DEET*

He squirmed (not in quite the way he had intended by his innuendo a moment ago) to try to reach it, but the infernal device, babbling its devil-beeps, evaded his grasp deftly, and bravely plunged to the grimy floorboards below, and quite possibly under the couch, for bonus inconvenience.

*DEETLE-DEETLE-DEETLE-DEET*

"Fffffdamnit," he choked out but couldn't be bothered to tend to it at the moment, because his hands were all tied up. Well, not like that. They weren't that kind of couple. But his hands were busy.

Mie · Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 11:41 pm

And to be perfectly frank, Jam didn't give a damn about the phone. There wasn't the slightest indication that she was even vaguely aware of its incessant polyphonic cries, aside from perhaps "accidentally" assisting it out of Rock's grip and to the floor.

Though it may have seemed she was far too complacent in her attempts to make the paler primate uncomfortable to allocate any attention to it, it couldn't have been entirely accurate, as when the ringing fell silent, her assumed victory made her bolder. Truly, it was with no shortage of enthusiasm that she greeted aforementioned busy hands and lips with reciprocal grazes, pecks, and other, more lingering interludes, while her spine curled impulsively towards his, content to let the evening progress where it would...

Though she was thoroughly engrossed in ascertaining that the only buttons to be pushed for the moment weren't plastic, the phone apparently had other plans.

*DEETLE-DEETLE-DEETLE-DEET*

*DEETLE-DEETLE-DEETLE-DEET*

psikeout · Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 6:38 pm

*DEETLE-DEETLE-DEETLE-DEET*

"Hghhk leave a message, f#*%@&..."

*DEETLE-DEETLE-DEETLE-DEET*

"Oh for f$#@'s sake, %#*#(@&#*%. . . !"

He couldn't take it anymore. Resistance or not, he fought his way upright, turned, and flapped and flopped his hand around on the floor. Eventually, he seized it and jerked it to his ear, forcefully mashing the button along the way.

"What."

Beady pupils glared boreholes through some random part of the wall.

Mie · Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 6:51 pm

Neither was the pinker of the pair terribly pleased with whoever received Rock's warm greeting, although the situation at large wasn't especially high on her list, either. And Jam didn't intend to make escape convenient in the least; she clamped all four arms and legs (plus tail) around the white torso they straddled, and squeezed like a boa constrictor with a grudge.

Her expression was such a mirror image of Rock's that it might have been funny if not for... well... to someone else, maybe.

I Need More Love (1-6b)

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