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[heavyhitter]

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[heavyhitter]

Why, you want me to be?

[ Point taken, actually, but he doesn’t have to be a little bitch about it. She rolls her eyes, and with a little flare of actually annoyance: ]

It’s my place too, asshole.

[ This is, actually, a fairly legitimate expectation to have of a roommate — but that doesn’t mean she’s feeling in the mood to oblige it at the moment. Later, maybe. Now she’s nearly naked as a statement. ]

[enelmord]

[While he's not quite above endless bickering that loops in circles, he sighs and decides that he might as well attempt to be the mature one here. Since he's already cleaning up after her and all.]

Look, I don't know how things are where you come from. But where I come from, it would be improper for a man and a woman to live together unmarried — or even spend time together unsupervised, for that matter. Maybe it is old-fashioned, but that's what I'm used to. So can you at least try to understand why this makes me uncomfortable?

[He feels a bit foolish having to explain, but it becomes easier to talk to her when he can focus on straightening up instead.]

[heavyhitter]

[ Ramir heaves a sigh at the explanation, but she does stand up. She was gonna get dressed at some point, may as well make it sooner than later. For her stupid roommate’s sake. ]

I get it, I just think it’s stupid as hell. You don’t wanna fuck, so, we’re not gonna. Nothing else to it.

[ She straightens her towel with a tug, snatches up the toothbrush from its temporary home by the kitchen sink, and starts back toward her room. Tossed over her shoulder as she goes, though: ] But just so we’re clear, I wouldn’t mind if you did wanna fuck!

[ She can’t resist, he’s earned himself some grief with his ridiculously straight-laced sensibilities. ]

[enelmord]

[Predictably, color floods his face for the crude words she tosses around with ease. He had been on his way to throw out another load of trash, but now he shifts his load so that he can scoop up a stray tank top that lies crumpled on the floor. As she vanishes down the hall, he lobs this after her.]

You're impossible!

[So much for being the mature one.]