.02. zombies

[tangentdarko]

[Backdated to end of port.]

Well. I don't know what the fuck that was, but I'd be okay with never doing it again, you know? I guess it was kind of fun toward the end there, though, when we got the weapons. It was definitely better than shooting cans off a rock. I'm really glad we survived too. I never really thought we wouldn't, but I heard some of you didn't, so maybe it was a bigger possibility than I considered.. Whatever.

Hey Paddy? What's for dinner tonight?

[ooc; OPEN SPAM for Team Jake contained in first comment.]

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SPAM FOR TEAM JAKE

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

[She'd stood and swept a throw from the nearby couch around herself with studied indifference, sensing that any blushing, uncomfortable modesty would only amuse Donnie; it wasn't her style in any case.

She looked at him for a moment, sizing him up, head tilted ever so slightly to the side.]

That's debatable.

[Then she moved towards him, letting out a theatrical sigh, then with a gentle hand on the crown of his head, tipped his head back and kissed his forehead lightly. She released him, and couldn't resist giving him a kick in the shins, smirking. She moved to leave.]

Now, I'm going for a shower. You'd best clean up, too. You smell like roadkill.

SPAM FOR TEAM JAKE

[tangentdarko.livejournal.com]

[Donnie continued to watch her body, at least the curves and the exposed skin if not the actual nude form of a moment before. He could still imagine. When she walked up to him and touched his head, he was half worried she was going to slap him. He didn't really move much as she did her thing, just offering her a wide smile. Donnie had more of a chance with Irene than she was letting on and he knew it.]

"Walk me to the showers?" [He asked with a little bit of a wicked grin, standing but still holding the pillow in front of him. Getting clothes first seemed more practical, but he knew she would reject his offer anyway.]

SPAM FOR TEAM JAKE

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

[She glanced at him over her shoulder, continuing to move out the door on bare feet. The look she tossed him was exasperated.]

No. [She raised an eyebrow and added] Don't make me regret not letting you die.

SPAM FOR TEAM JAKE

[tangentdarko.livejournal.com]

[Donnie just offered a smile in return, watching until she was gone before he made his way toward his own room to find clothes before his shower.]