DoNotExist: ::walks out, TBD's limp body over her shoulder:: DoNotExist: ::walks, struggling slightly under the weight. deliberates a bit at a fork in the path:: AshtorethD: ::starts mumbling a bit:: DoNotExist: ::grunts and picks a path. arrives eventually in TBD's room, dizzied by the odors emitted my her formerly-bovine attire:: AshtorethD: ::formerly?:: DoNotExist: Well, the bloody cows are bloody dead, you mumbling whore. ::drops her heavily onto the bed:: AshtorethD: ::curls up into a fetal position and sticks her thumb in her mouth:: DoNotExist: Hmm. ::looks Delle's prone body over:: I guess I should undress her, or something. AshtorethD: ::is not prone. is fetal.:: DoNotExist: Right, then. ::reaches for TBD's pungent jacket, then recoils as the prone fetal fellow JLSer mumbles again:: AshtorethD: ::rolls over:: DoNotExist: Sigh. ::sighs:: Reaches for jacket again, more firmly, begins to pull it off...:: AshtorethD: ::it becomes apparents that she has bad filk music stuck in her head, and is muttering lyrics from that:: DoNotExist: ::mistakes bad filk lyrics for passionate come-ons:: ::looks puzzled, then tempted:: AshtorethD: ::muttermutter:: it seems increasingly unlikely that i'm gonna grow up to be luke skywalker......::muttersigh:: DoNotExist: Oh, TBD, why dost thou tomenteth me so? ::pulls her jacket off roughly, falls back as it slides out from under TBD's weight:: AshtorethD: ::muttersing:: not gonna be indiana jones... ::sucks her thumb:: DoNotExist: ::sits on the bed, slides over toward Delle:: AshtorethD: ::does a complicated maneuver involving rolling over, switching thumbs, and scratching that hard to reach bit of her back, and ends up falling off the bed:: AshtorethD: ::opens her eyes briefly, still VERY worn out, closes them again and goes fetal:: DoNotExist: ::goes over, crouches by her:: Hmmm. Mmmm. Hmmm. AshtorethD: ::scratches her navel and sprawls out:: DoNotExist: ::lustful, tormented look:: Well, I AM bigger then her. Marginally. DoNotExist: ah, fuck this. I'm going to go to my room and masturbate violently. You can sleep on the floor, you cheap-leathered, subconscious- damning, navel-scratching tease! DoNotExist: ::walks out, stamping boots EXTRA hard::: AshtorethD: ::stirs slightly and blinks fuzzy sandiness from her eyes in time to watch her go:: Huh? DoNotExist: ::starts running as soon as she's several feet out of the room:: AshtorethD: ::notices she's not wearing her jacket.. feels very naked without the leather:: AshtorethD: Hey! AshtorethD: ::pulls on the jacket and just sits there on the floor alone, wondering::