Arianna's Room

*spills a little coffee*
*burns self*
SHIT! OW! >.<

*calls*
You okay, Aryan? O.o

*flops over*

*stands up*

YEAH, I JUST FELL!

*gets back in shower*

(H: what's with the nickname? O.o)

*finishes shower*

*towels off*

*gets dressed*

*comes out of bathroom*

Agh, sorry. Eighties music is not a good idea in the shower. T-T

(I dunno. XD When they got drunk, that's what Daniella called her. *shrug* It just stuck.)

Apparently not.
Now, you get ready, and I'll get my keys.

*twitches*

*puts hair up in loose bun*

*pulls on stained jeans*

There.

Uhhhhhhhh.
NO.
I meant make yourself look half-way decent.
We're FINDING you a date.

*goes downstairs*

*groans*

*takes hair down*

*brushes through it*

*puts on mascara*

*puts on clean jeans and black silk blouse*

*and pumps*

There. T-T


*goes downstairs*

*skips in*
*looks over Arianna*
Good!

*puts hair up and drags Arianna outside*

*flops down on bed*

*snores*

DANIELLA, I NEED A BUCKET!

*rolls eyes*
UGGGGGGH!

*throws a bucket in Arianna's direction*
*goes downstairs*

*flops over*

I feel like shit.

Speaking of.... SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIIIT! I have a date! SHIT!

*hops up*

*gets dressed*

*puts on white sundress*

*curls hair*

*puts on makeup*

Okay. Okay. Okay. OKAY.

*slips on pumps and headband*

I AM READY! REAAAAAAADY!

*dances a little*

Shit!

*shaves armpits*

*checks legs*

Phew.

OKAY. NOW I AM SO READY.

*goes downstairs*

*umm... sex!*


*SEEEX!*

*uhhhh..sex? O.o*

*finished*

*clears throat*

Erm. Why did you call that fellow a "vampire"?

*snuggles*

*laughs*

Because he sucks. He's super religious, so it insults him more than anything else. And he's fun to insult.


...now, what do you say to a little food? I'm an excellent cook, and I'm sure that that was tiring for you... all three times...

*slips on Chase's t-shirt*

Just meet me downstairs whenever.

*kisses chest, neck, and then face*

*goes to kitchen*

*pulls on pants*

*goes downstairs*

*cleans up bed*

*blushes*

*curls up under covers, waits for Angelo*

*slips under covers with Arianna*
*wraps arms around her*
*kisses forehead and buries face in her hair*
Sleep well.

*smiles*

*to self*

I will.

*rubs circles on her back*
*closes eyes*
*snores lightly*

*sighs*

*hugs*

*is awake*

*groans*
*pulls closer*
*buries face*

*laughs*

*touches*

*groggily*
Morning.
*kisses jaw*

*giggles*

*hides under covers*

Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

*chuckles*
What?
Do those even exist here?

*sighs*

*kisses tip of nose*

Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.