talk shit get hit

[irritating]

IC Date: Dec 28th

[ Apollo's had a busy night plus she's a lazy asshole, so even into the early afternoon she can be found, still asleep, on the couch where she had fallen asleep the night before. She's still completely naked except for her usual overabundance of bracelets and rings and whatever the hell else she wanted to put on yesterday - but, thankfully, she's laying on her stomach and although her back and her legs are clearly bare, she's managed to tangle a blanket around her waist in a such a way that she's not immediately, totally indecent.

Not that that takes away from the fact that it's extremely obvious what she was doing to end up where she currently is. Of course, her clothes thrown all over the place in every which way were probably going to be the first indication of that anyway.

Sorry, Marduk. Welcome home. ]

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[oversleeps]

Just because I don't fuck with wild abandon doesn't mean I'm a [ SIGH ] stick in the mud.

[ he thumbs through the pages, flipping through everything that's already been written. ] Maybe nothing. [ he pauses, then throws it to apollo. ] Part of the problem, isn't it?

[irritating]

Yeah I know don't worry, you got lotsa other shit that makes you a stick in the mud.

[ The journal being thrown to her is unexpected, but her reaction time is quick enough to allow her to grab it just as it hits her in the boob. ] The fuck you givin' me this for? [ Despite her question, she holds onto it looking as though she isn't going to give it back anytime soon. ] I thought you were gonna kill me over touchin' it last night.

[oversleeps]

I still might. [ don't think he's forgotten that-- but he tips his head back over the back of the couch (why did they steal such a small one), not especially looking as though he's about to commit murder in the immediate future. ]

... It doesn't really matter. [ he says this at length; and it's true. it's not as though there's anything in there he'd be embarrassed if apollo read, not even the parts with vanadi in them. it was more the principle of the thing, and... with how much she's said today, the least he can do is give the same willingly. even if it's something she's already read. ] Keep it. See if I give a shit.

[irritating]

Uh huh.

[ Nope, never gonna believe that one. She is, however, having a little bit of trouble believing he actually wants her to keep his journal. Squinting suspiciously, she glances up from the book to Marduk. ] Really? Why? What areya gonna write in if I've gotta hold of your diary?

[oversleeps]

Nothing. [ it's as simple as that. he doubts it'll last-- give it long enough and he'll be stealing it back from apollo-- but for now, it sounds like a good resolution to start. just in time for the new year, or whatever.

he takes the blanket up again, making a shooing motion with the other hand. ] Seriously, fuck off already. [ he already tried sleeping once with you here, and look at where it got them, huh? ]

[irritating]

[ Apollo makes an indignant little huff when he shoos her, pretending to be offended. But luckily, she's ready to start the day now. ] Fuck, fine.

[ And there she goes, finally getting up and on her feet. Still totally butt naked except for her jewelry and not giving a single shit about it, Apollo just sort of stands there and stretches for a good minute before finally wandering away to pick up her clothes on the floor. ]

Thinkin' I'll do some shoppin' today. [ By which she means stealing. ] Want me to pick somethin' up for you while I'm out, Duckling?

[oversleeps]

[ as soon as she gets up from the couch he flops over on it, dragging the blanket back up over his head to block any and all light. apollo's question gets nothing but a sigh out of him; he rolls over, burying his face into the back of the couch. it's a pretty obvious no, at least. ]

[irritating]

Some snacks, got it. [ For badness, she even reaches over to pat his head. Or... whatever she thinks is his head, given how quickly he'd disappeared under the blanket and wiggled his way to comfort. ] Guess I'll put some fuckin' clothes on, then. Happy nappin' to you, in the meantime.