Day 208 - Friday, July 17th

[papalobo]

[Ash's alarm is going off at seven, which seems entirely too early to Max, drugs worn off enough to wake with the noise, worn off enough to know the meal he prepared last night is still probably good to go with a quick reheat. There really is no reason to get up so early, is there? Unless he has things to do.

Max can't do things. Why would he know if Ash had things to do?]

Comments

[jadedlynx]

[ With green eyes locked with blue, the only move Ash makes is to take another bite of pancake. ]

[papalobo]

Just wait 'till the day you get your first pimple and ain't cute anymmore.

[jadedlynx]

So you're saying I'm cute right now?

[papalobo]

I got half a mind to walk over there and kiss your stupid cute face.

[jadedlynx]

Put it in writing that you think I'm cute, and I might be in the other half to let you.

[papalobo]

Sure. I'm a journalist. I put stuff in writing all the time. Go get my pen.

[jadedlynx]

[ Ash drags out his phone, taps a few keys, and slides it over; it's a touch screen. ]

Here.

[ Will Max really write it? ]

[papalobo]

[Blue eyes locking with green, dubious, he takes the phone.]

[jadedlynx]

[ It's just a notepad that allows touch screen input. There's no pen, but Max has a finger. ]

[papalobo]

[Stare.]

[jadedlynx]

Go ahead, Journalist. Put it in writing.

[papalobo]

Well, now I wanna double check my sources.

[Time to go through Ash's phone!]

[jadedlynx]

[ It might as well be a blank phone. There's no evidence of calls, search history, or texting. ]

[papalobo]

Nope. Not cute.

If you were cute, you'd be texting someone 'bout how much you love your boyfriend first thing when you wake up.

[jadedlynx]

Even if I was, my phone wipes itself.

[ You can't use people you can't track down from his phone. ]

[papalobo]

Like a big boy.

[Disappointed, he passes it back.]

[jadedlynx]

I didn't see any writing. Whatever happened to sticking to your word?

[papalobo]

Phone wipes itself.

[jadedlynx]

That's not how it works.

[ Ash locks the phone and returns to his pancakes. ]

The kiss is still locked behind a contract, then.

[papalobo]

Contract? The problem wasn't me walking over there?

[jadedlynx]

I told you that I'd kiss back if you put it in writing that I was cute.

Is it the dementia age?

[papalobo]

You're never kissing me again 'till I write it?

[jadedlynx]

Not really. Cute isn't really something you want to be at my age, anyway. That's the kind of title you give to a kid.

[papalobo]

Alright, go tell a thirty year old woman she ain't cute, see how it goes.

[jadedlynx]

Now you're mixing me up with a 30-year-old woman. The memory loss was bad enough.