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lovemykilt) wrote2013-04-06 12:59 pm
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Loft above Luke's, Saturday morning
Priestly was sleeping in, today, thank you very much. Unless his housemate woke him up to demand breakfast, he wasn't planning on being up until well into the afternoon. He'd woken up long enough to note that he wasn't feeling crazy horny for the first time in a week and decided that that deserved a nice, long morning off from doing anything remotely adult-like or responsible.
The plan was doomed, but he didn't know that yet. The couch was comfortable, Dean was running the diner, Momoko was . . . doing whatever she was doing this morning, and all was right with the world.
[ooc: for a particular child, but also open for other visitors, including and especially the one who arrived last night, should she care to ping.]
The plan was doomed, but he didn't know that yet. The couch was comfortable, Dean was running the diner, Momoko was . . . doing whatever she was doing this morning, and all was right with the world.
[ooc: for a particular child, but also open for other visitors, including and especially the one who arrived last night, should she care to ping.]
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Oh yeah, Prom had been last night, hadn't it?
He stumbled over to the door, taking a moment to make sure he'd slept in at least pants last night (yep, pants and even a shirt this time. It said "no one knows I'm a lesbian", so not the most appropriate outfit for daughter-greeting), then swung it open.
". . . You're not Lena."
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That was the kind of thing a girl wanted to know, Priestly.
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It was too early in the morning for teenage dramatics.
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Wait, that actually sounded pretty damn cool.
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"What are you getting at?"
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Pull the other one, Priestly.
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