ATH Not-So-Temporary Thread

[Felixitous]

Lucy grumbled and got up, sitting on Gabe and lazily smacking his face.

"Don't knock me offa you. S'how I sleep." He curled up on him again, making sure he was situated so that, were he knocked off again, the blankets were coming with him.  

[Lady Mimicry]

Gabe whined again and knocked Lucy off the bed. The lack of blankets bothered him though and he grumbled, sitting up.

"Lucy, dammit. Always taking my blankets." He yawned a moment, then arched an eyebrow. "You're on the floor again."  

[Felixitous]

Lucy glared up at him. "Only because someone kicked me off of him again because he makes a bad goddamn pillow." He grumpily stole an actual pillow off the bed and laid on the floor, the blankets all tucked under him.  

[Lady Mimicry]

Gabriel crawled off the bed and onto Lucy. He examined the wound, pleased to see it had healed almost completely. He kissed the wound, then up his chest. Nibbling at his neck, Gabe continued his travels until he pressed his lips to Lucy's own. "You're healed," he said in between kisses.

His fingers threaded through Lucy hair and he whispered, "You aren't too tired, are you?"  

[Felixitous]

Lucy arched his back and wrapped an arm lazily around him. "I'm always tired, but that's never stopped me before."  

[Lady Mimicry]

"Good," Gabe replied, "Cause I haven't the patience to stop."  

[Felixitous]

...and they do naughty things that are a little TOO naughty for Gaia that we might get banned for.

in b4 buttsex.  

[Lady Mimicry]

"Ew, that's gross," Saber said, covering his ears, "I can hear them!"

"Let's make some noise of our own then, Saber."

He rolled his eyes and slipped his coat on. "No. Sorry, Justus. I'm going to the shop, okay? To see Basil."

"Well, if it doesn't work out, I'll be in my room."

"Whatever."  

[Felixitous]

At the Shop, a certain bag-headed girl was sitting on the couch, fiddling with a few stolen scalpels that her sister was, at current, frantically searching for. Clover herself refused to admit it, but she had started to come down with something. In all her life, she had never once been sick or injured in any way. She refused to believe she was now.

But, a short while later, she was laying on her bed, her hair poofy and curly, as she hadn't had the energy to tame it. She felt like she was all clogged. Being sick was absolutely disgusting.  

[Lady Mimicry]

"Basil, you stole Clover's scalpels?" Saber leaned over the couch backwards, his hair cascading down the cushions and spreading into Basil's lap.

"Very, very nice."

Elsewhere, Tokka opened Clover's door and entered. He didn't speak anymore, not really. So, as quiet as he was, he blended into the scenery well. Pulling a table over, he placed a tray down. Soup.

"I'll take the bowl when you're finished."

He left the room, a faint smile tugging at his lips.  

[Felixitous]

Basil looked at Saber and a weird smile showed on her bag. "Yep. And you're just in stabbin' range, so I suggest backing up."

Saber recognized her shirt, though. Where had he seen it?

Wait.

The crazy girl with the hammer.



Clover, in her room, started mumbling incoherently, before a loud shout of, "Augh--OH MY GOD WHAT THE ******** IS COMING OUT OF MY NOSE GOOD LORD GET IT OFF," was heard. Apparently, though utterly brilliant, Clover could not handle her own illness.  

[Lady Mimicry]

"Why stab me, Basil? After crushing those guys with your hammer? Kind of dumb, I think. You're smarter than that, my sweet."

Tokka, upon hearing Clover started to giggle. Giggle! Ban shrieked and crawled into Dorian's lap, shaking him rapidly. "Oh my god, Dorian! He never speaks, but he laughed! He made a happy sound! Apocalypse! Lisa! Lisa!"  

[Felixitous]

She turned away, rolling her eyes (which was, oddly enough, visible on the bag). "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about. Now, if you're not gone by the time I turn around, I'm stabbing you. You've got about two seconds."



Dorian blushed as Ban rushed into his lap, but smiled at the news. "Well, that's good then, isn't it?"

Lisa rushed over and looked at them. "What's all the commotion? Hey, Dorian, you're looking kind of flushed, there."

He only blushed more.  

[Lady Mimicry]

Saber didn't move, instead folded his arms across his chest and waited.

"Flushed? Oh, Dorian," Ban whined, "What if you're getting sick? Clover's sick, even though she won't tell anybody. I know though, Taboo told me, but I can't tell you who she is either...they're secrets."  

[Felixitous]

Basil shrugged. "Your choice." She turned and stabbed the scalpel into Saber's hand, effectively pinning it to his arm. She then got up and walked away, humming cheerfully.



Dorian shook his head and smiled bashfully. "No, no, I'm fine Ban, really. There's nothing to worry about." But there will be if she doesn't get off my lap soon... he thought.



Where they were ((REAL DESCRIPTIVE, I KNOW biggrin )), Lucy looked at Gabe and narrowed his eyes. "What I'm about to say is going to sound really goddamn gay. However, I will cut your balls off if you laugh or say something awful."

He sighed and looked away. "I love you."