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CHARACTERS: Heather Mason, Netherlands.
LOCATION: Ned's room.
WARNINGS: Boozy sex and sexy booze.
SUMMARY: This one time, Kitten instigated a hookup.
NOTES: Can't even remember why we moved it over here, pfft.
He's not really sure what Kitten would do, but the expectation of any visitor of any sort sends him into cleanfreak-housemaker-mode. He shuffles his device to the side and makes sure that every fucking speck of his room is spotless. One bed: clean, sheets folded in, 1700s navy style. One closet: his only shirt is hung up. One shoddy desk: you could lick your lunch off that thing and think it cleaner than your plate.
Everything is tucked, pressed, and pushed into place - everything except him. He might have one bed, one dresser, a few paintings, and they might all be spotless, but he looked pretty shabby in comparison.
Whatever.
It was his room, and he'd light his own cigarette, too.]
LOCATION: Ned's room.
WARNINGS: Boozy sex and sexy booze.
SUMMARY: This one time, Kitten instigated a hookup.
NOTES: Can't even remember why we moved it over here, pfft.
He's not really sure what Kitten would do, but the expectation of any visitor of any sort sends him into cleanfreak-housemaker-mode. He shuffles his device to the side and makes sure that every fucking speck of his room is spotless. One bed: clean, sheets folded in, 1700s navy style. One closet: his only shirt is hung up. One shoddy desk: you could lick your lunch off that thing and think it cleaner than your plate.
Everything is tucked, pressed, and pushed into place - everything except him. He might have one bed, one dresser, a few paintings, and they might all be spotless, but he looked pretty shabby in comparison.
Whatever.
It was his room, and he'd light his own cigarette, too.]