[Dictated]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Guess who has a roommate?

[The tone is somewhat dry as she gets over the shock of going back to her room and noticing the additional name on the placard. It was solidified when she opened the door and found two beds, along with a 'privacy' slider as well. Wonderful.]

And now I'm going to have to look for actual work, because I'll be damned if I'm going to let this place suck my brains out over wishes. I like my brains where they are. They work better that way.

So, yeah. Work. I don't do windows. Or heavy lifting. Or porn.

Comments

[dictated]

[knight_2000]

I'm sorry. I was in need of fuel and a re-charge, and I was overwhelmed. I had no idea when I said some of those things to you that I would be taken quite so... literally. We can always find different arrangements, if that would better suit you.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Yeah, I'm beginning to really notice the 'mind of its own' thing of this place. I... uh... guess it's okay. I mean... where the hell are you? Are you still in the old room?

[knight_2000]

No. I went out to explore a little more of the castle and got myself turned around and when I finally found my way back to my original room, my name wasn't on the placard anymore.

So I'm in the only other place I know around here. I think. That pub. I don't think I caught the name.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Well, get up here. I want to set up things properly and put some ground rules down.

601.

[knight_2000]

Can I bring my drink? Or is that against one of your rules? [The sound of movement as he stands up]

601. I'll find it.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Don't be ridiculous. Bring a bottle of wine, if you can.

[Kenzi did so lurve her wine]

It's not hard. It's on the sixth floor. [Saaaaaarcasm]

[knight_2000]

I... just had some soda. I don't think drinking alcohol is a good idea, Kenzi. It gets people into trouble, more often than not.

[Trouble in paradise, it's starting already. Kitt looked up at the ceiling with an air of vague annoyance aimed in her general direction]

I told you I could find it.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

You don't have to drink it. I'm perfectly capable of holding my liquor, thank you.

[Scowls down at the floor]

Then go right ahead and find it, smarty pants.

[knight_2000]

Fine, then. I won't. [Could she hear his jaw clenching? But he asked for a bottle of wine to take with him, all the same. Manners were important]

I'm on my way. [How hard could it be? He had the room number, right?]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Then don't.

[She stuck her tongue out at the book.]

Good. I'll probably see you in five hours, then.

[knight_2000]

[She really knew how to push all his buttons, didn't she?] Maybe now I will. All by myself. [He was outright glaring at the ceiling now as he walked, shaking the bottle at it]

That should give me more than enough time to polish it off.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

You do that and I'll... I'll roll around naked on your bed and give it cooties.

[Not that cooties were a real thing, but... he didn't know that]

[knight_2000]

[He stopped so abruptly she could probably hear the screech of his feet on the floor]

You wouldn't.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

If you're not up here in twenty minutes, I'm stripping down and contaminating your bed.

[knight_2000]

[Now he was running, flat out, and it felt good even if he'd been forced into it, because it was the closest he'd come yet to recapturing the feeling of driving at speed along a straightaway. The shouting as he sprinted down corridors probably took away from the effect]

Stay away from my bed, Kenzi!

[sawyourwolfjunk]

What's that? I can't hear you because I'm taking my clothes off.

[knight_2000]

Stop stop STOP! Don't you dare! Don't you even THINK about it! [Still running frantically - there's an elevator somewhere, right?]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[Still dressed, she jumped on his bed, sprawling out and wriggling over it, bouncing to see if it squeaked]

Awww, that's some good bed there, Kittikins.

[knight_2000]

STOP! [Elevator? Elevator! Button pushed, waiting, biting his lower lip, doors open, MORE buttons pushed, right floor yes, more waiting, doors open, rushing out in a hurry, out of breath, disheveled, possibly looking like a madman, definitely looking sweaty as his eyes alight on the room placard with, yes, both of their names on it. He practically kicked the door down to get in, catching sight of her almost immediately as he jabbed a finger in her direction]

YOU. [breath] Are not. [breath] FUNNY. [He shoved the wine bottle at her, not even caring if she managed to grasp it, before sliding down the wall to catch his breath, glaring at her]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[She jerked slightly when the door was kicked open, but started laughing at the look on his face. She had to fumble for the wine bottle, but managed to keep it from falling, cradling it to her chest as she dropped back on his bed, chuckling]

Oh, Kitt-Katt. You are so easy. And I'm totally hilarious.

[knight_2000]

[He was still out of breath, sucking in air while trying to talk at the same time. It wasn't a pretty combination]

At least you're not naked. Thank goodness for small favors. [He'd just sit there for a while, trying not to have a heart attack from the exertion. Carry on, Kenzi]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Hey. At least you're not naked, bed hog.

[Scowly grumpyface now]

And that won't be a problem anymore, Mr. Tries to push you off the bed while you're sleeping.

[knight_2000]

Why would I be naked? I was out and about in public, not back here threatening to undress and contaminate your bed! [The look he was giving her was one of incredulity, which turns into defensiveness]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Cooties aren't real, bonehead.

[She bounced and got off his bed, moving over to pull the privacy sliders closed, but not before sticking her tongue out at him as she did]

Sure you don't. Liar McLiarpants.

[knight_2000]

Bacteria and viruses are [He splutters for a moment, trying to come up with a witty retort, and failing], Kenzi! [So there!]

[GLARE]

I'm no longer aware of my actions when I'm re-charging. [Fine. He could play that game too. Using the wall for balance, he slowly stood, then went over to his bed, checking it over before collapsing heavily onto it. He should have stayed in the bar. At least the company there was pleasant. He was always good company to himself. He stared over at the privacy slider, narrowing his eyes, before rolling over and curling in on himself, wishing he had a book or some music or something to distract him from the nightmare his life had become. Kenzi. Honestly!]