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just figured if you rotted out there you'd come back and haunt my ass
be a real pain

please
you'd love this ass haunting you

[ which isn't actually what he said, but whatever, she's going to roll with it anyway. ]

still
nice to have real beds again, huh?

right sure

[ don't talk about her ass. ]

better than a tent anyway

[ don't talk about the tent. ]

don't forget
i know where you sleep

[ that... doesn't sound as threatening as she wants it to be, considering, well, everything. ]

warmer for sure

[ also it's not lost on her that she's sending this message from her damn bed. ]

[ he remembers being plenty warm in that tent, for an entirely different reason. he'd rather not think about the warmth of her bed. ]

good
won't have to worry about you knocking at my door to steal blankets

[ she doesn't know why, but that makes her freaking laugh, a chuckle that bubbles out of her for a second.

and she's not thinking about whether these walls are thin enough for him to hear it. ]

memory serves
you don't keep that many around anyway

[ he thinks he hears it, her laugh fairly distinct now that he knows it, and he tries, rather terribly, not to smile. ]

been heated enough not to need them

could've figured as much

[ and then, before she can talk herself out of not sending it: ]

you're like a damn furnace

[ well, shit. ]

yeah you think so?

well yeah

who needs a blanket then?

[ it’s not like she hasn’t thought about the night in the tent since it happened, but... she hasn’t tried to think about it. ]

[ they should really talk about it, shouldn't they? because it can't be repeated. it shouldn't be.

so if it ain't blankets are you gonna knock on my door for something else

nope. he backspaces that quicker than he writes it. ]

your cold ass probably

[ that probably isn't any better. ]

[ this really isn’t what she expected would happen. ]

wow
still so concerned about my ass huh?

[ she doesn’t backspace that. ]

[ don't get trapped in this, frank. ]

wasn't me who brought it to my door step

[ it was more his tent step, but close enough. ]

didn't hear much complaining once it was there

[ she remembers a distinct opposite of complaining. ]

your mouth didn't exactly leave room for that

[ well. there it is. ]

that doesn’t sound like a complaint either

[ there it is. ]

you kept it pretty busy

[ he'll hate himself for it. later. ]

figured i'd keep it preoccupied

think your hips did most of the work

well if you ever need a surefire way to shut me up

now you’ve got it

[ where did that come from. ]

[ this is definitely going in the exact direction he'd hoped to avoid. ]

you saying i should use that strategy again?

why not

[ if there's anyone well-qualified to make the same mistake again, it's this girl. ]

you know where i sleep

[ they should definitely not be making that mistake again. ]

sounds like an invitation

[ should has definitely not always been enough to stop her. ]

definitely go with your gut on that

what if my gut tells me to ask if you want to have dinner

[ just. food. that's safer. maybe. ]

tell you what

you get those food dispensers to serve me up a big
fat
juicy
burger
and you've got yourself a deal

fat and juicy, got it

what's the topping preference
hate to get my ass kicked over condiments

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