[It takes her a moment to piece together what has happened, and even then, the thought of old texts from home getting sent out on a whim has her uneasy.]
Would you believe he used super glue?
Because he used super glue.
That was a text I sent someone back home after they sent me the weirdest dick pics I've ever seen.
Clean's a relative term when you don't got a lot of water, you know? We did our best. But now you know why I take long showers and maybe overclean mine. What I wore in the Sarano's probably the "fanciest" I've had.
That's a fair point. Then I guess I shouldn't try and paint you any mental pictures of some of my more gussied looks both from home and Sarano. You looked good in those clothes, by the way.
You're not holding me back, how can you --- no I'm not having this conversation on here.
[ Only minutes later he's knocking on her door. Cobb had been out and about when the texting started and he thought it was fun, and that didn't turn out so well. He's essentially a boomer, okay, text arguments are not a thing he's doing. Cobb's in red, his signature color, a long-sleeved shirt with his scarf from home around his neck since it's something he likes to wear. Plus he's still cold half the time, Sarano ruined his progress on that.
He wouldn't say he's mad, since Cobb rarely gets mad outside of people who deserve it, but frustrated is probably the better word. He adores this woman but yeah, frustration's right. Since he wants to be able to touch her, he's always wearing gloves these days. He prefers the latex ones since he actually feels her skin when he does, but it probably looks real weird to everyone else. He just doesn't care. He thumps on her door. ]
[Honestly she just wanted to give him an out. Sarano had reminded her what it's like to be more normal than she'll ever get on her own, or at least what it's like to be able to not worry about her touch around the clock. If he's found something more like that, he should know that she... Understands?
Tone just doesn't carry well through text. Though it's sure carrying something through his, and before she can collect herself enough to make herself scarce, Cobb's banging on the door.
She's not nearly as dressed as him, being in the comfort of her room she's not worrying about touching others on accident. Her gloves are tossed off on her bed and so are her leggings, boots discarded at the foot just below the other articles of clothing. She still has on socks and a hoodie as well as undergarments, a tank and panties, but otherwise she's lounged back with her legs extended out in front of her, a notebook and pen to her left and her phone in her hand still.]
It ain't locked. [She finally grumbles, her stance one of hesitant bullheadedness, as one who's been caught red-handed doing something she knows better about and another who's dug in her heels on the matter, uncertain if she needs to be ready to fight or apologize. She's preparing for both, even though he looks far too handsome for his own good in that getup.]
[Cobb steps inside and puts his hands on his hips, not closing off like folded arms would be, but instead open in body language. Unsurprising, giving his general everything. His eyes travel over her body but not getting distracted by appreciating it, going straight to her face and keeping it there.]
We got to clear a few things up. Let me start with the obvious.
[ He knows what parts to shelf for now, but he won't forget them. Probably their lack of boundaries didn't help this situation, but Cobb's so easy-going he tends to just roll with things. He steps over to her, raising his eyebrows. ]
You had a ton of sex with a guy you married on Sarano, right? Are you tellin' me that our sex wasn't good or meaningful 'cause it wasn't penetrative like that? Here I thought the multiple orgasms weren't limitin' at all.
[Even though he doesn't close off, that direct opening few statements immediately puts her further on edge, bolstering her defenses while preparing herself to go on the offense. Especially when he starts off by noting all the sex having.
Except it doesn't go where she figures he's going with that, and her mouth parts in surprise, hanging there and catching flies for a moment as her brow furrows.]
What? That ain't what ah said at all. [Least not the part about their sex being somehow less. She shakes her head fervently.] Ah mean yes, ah had sex without all the hoops, but that don't make what we did together any less.
[If anything, she has a deep appreciation for the efforts he took to be with her like they could. The orgasms were pretty great, too. She just still carries a guilt that he can't be with her like that, and it's that thought that causes a frown and her gaze to drop.]
Sometimes ah'm reminded of that... Alternate universe. [Because that's how Sarano feels to her now.] An' ah feel like ah'm bein' selfish now.
[He's a good man, and he deserves more than what she can offer him.]
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Date: 2021-03-06 05:10 am (UTC)Nor do fake mustaches.
I shouldn't have to tell you this.
[Congrats on receiving an old text to Deadpool.]
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Date: 2021-03-06 05:14 am (UTC)How do you get fake mustaches on penises?
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Date: 2021-03-06 05:34 am (UTC)Would you believe he used super glue?
Because he used super glue.
That was a text I sent someone back home after they sent me the weirdest dick pics I've ever seen.
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Date: 2021-03-06 05:43 am (UTC)That's real strange.
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Date: 2021-03-06 06:08 am (UTC)Not to be confused with Dr. Strange.
I recall him telling me it was a disguise... For going undercover.
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Date: 2021-03-14 03:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-14 05:40 am (UTC)He called it the 'Burt Reynolds'.
Does going to a whorehouse require a disguise?
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Date: 2021-03-17 06:36 pm (UTC)You know anything about corsets and garters?
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Date: 2021-03-17 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 07:14 pm (UTC)How'd you learn about them on Sarano?
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Date: 2021-03-17 07:23 pm (UTC)Classified.
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Date: 2021-03-17 07:35 pm (UTC)Well then those sorts of outfits I gleaned from Sarano will have to stay classified then. A true shame.
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Date: 2021-03-17 08:13 pm (UTC)Well you deserve someone(s?) you can touch proper.
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Date: 2021-03-17 09:24 pm (UTC)[ Only minutes later he's knocking on her door. Cobb had been out and about when the texting started and he thought it was fun, and that didn't turn out so well. He's essentially a boomer, okay, text arguments are not a thing he's doing. Cobb's in red, his signature color, a long-sleeved shirt with his scarf from home around his neck since it's something he likes to wear. Plus he's still cold half the time, Sarano ruined his progress on that.
He wouldn't say he's mad, since Cobb rarely gets mad outside of people who deserve it, but frustrated is probably the better word. He adores this woman but yeah, frustration's right. Since he wants to be able to touch her, he's always wearing gloves these days. He prefers the latex ones since he actually feels her skin when he does, but it probably looks real weird to everyone else. He just doesn't care. He thumps on her door. ]
I know yer in there, open the door.
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Date: 2021-03-17 10:01 pm (UTC)Tone just doesn't carry well through text. Though it's sure carrying something through his, and before she can collect herself enough to make herself scarce, Cobb's banging on the door.
She's not nearly as dressed as him, being in the comfort of her room she's not worrying about touching others on accident. Her gloves are tossed off on her bed and so are her leggings, boots discarded at the foot just below the other articles of clothing. She still has on socks and a hoodie as well as undergarments, a tank and panties, but otherwise she's lounged back with her legs extended out in front of her, a notebook and pen to her left and her phone in her hand still.]
It ain't locked. [She finally grumbles, her stance one of hesitant bullheadedness, as one who's been caught red-handed doing something she knows better about and another who's dug in her heels on the matter, uncertain if she needs to be ready to fight or apologize. She's preparing for both, even though he looks far too handsome for his own good in that getup.]
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Date: 2021-03-17 10:42 pm (UTC)We got to clear a few things up. Let me start with the obvious.
[ He knows what parts to shelf for now, but he won't forget them. Probably their lack of boundaries didn't help this situation, but Cobb's so easy-going he tends to just roll with things. He steps over to her, raising his eyebrows. ]
You had a ton of sex with a guy you married on Sarano, right? Are you tellin' me that our sex wasn't good or meaningful 'cause it wasn't penetrative like that? Here I thought the multiple orgasms weren't limitin' at all.
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Date: 2021-03-17 11:02 pm (UTC)Except it doesn't go where she figures he's going with that, and her mouth parts in surprise, hanging there and catching flies for a moment as her brow furrows.]
What? That ain't what ah said at all. [Least not the part about their sex being somehow less. She shakes her head fervently.] Ah mean yes, ah had sex without all the hoops, but that don't make what we did together any less.
[If anything, she has a deep appreciation for the efforts he took to be with her like they could. The orgasms were pretty great, too. She just still carries a guilt that he can't be with her like that, and it's that thought that causes a frown and her gaze to drop.]
Sometimes ah'm reminded of that... Alternate universe. [Because that's how Sarano feels to her now.] An' ah feel like ah'm bein' selfish now.
[He's a good man, and he deserves more than what she can offer him.]
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