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xp_logsDori gets caught in the wrong part of the building late at night. Excuse making ensues to avoid awkwardness. Awkwardness is NOT avoided.
Dori peaked her head out the door and sniffed. It was hard to see in the dark, even for her, but it was also hard to get a sense of who was where in doors by scent alone as everyone's smell was everywhere. It didn't help matters any that she smelled overwhelmingly like Kyle at the moment. All over.
Which really wasn't surprising. First, she had taken one of his shirts. And secondly, well, she giggled and stepped out in the hall. She had to go grab some of her homework she had forgotten about and then she'd come back.
The low 'thoom' common of Fred's footsteps was muffled by the carpet as he made his way towards the stairs, cigarette hanging from his mouth and unlabeled dvds wrapped in his hand. He'd been so caught up trying to make sure he didn't trip over anything or that his footsteps got to loud he hardly noticed the small, Doreen-sized shape near Kyle's door as he moved closer to it...
Dori turned around and squeaked. Caught! "Oh....hi...there...yeah."
"Gah!" Doreen wasn't actually caught until she spoke up. Until then, Fred had been focused on making as little ruckus as possible. Her instant presence shocked Fred enough to make him jump back a considerable distance for his size.
"So, uh, fancy meeting you here?" Doreen offered, hoping that it was dark enough to not give away the fact that she was totally wearing Kyle's clothes.
"No, uh well yeah, sorry for that-Doreen!?" Fred finally figured out that he wasn't apologizing to no one in particular and that the person in question was in fact the person he probably expected least, "What, what the crap are you slinking around for, Dor?"
"I'm not sneaking. I am totally not sneaking. I was just passing through on my way back to my room and I am totally not sneaking around at all," Doreen said, her hands behind her back, and taking a step away from Fred, walking backwards.
Fred looked quizzically at Doreen, "Passin' through...what now? Ain't your room on, uh, another floor...?"
"I thought I got turned around somewhere!" she said, looking back at the door to Kyle's suite. Good thing Fred hadn't noticed what she was wearing yet.
Fred nodded a little, accepting the explanation...til he looked down, then back up, pausing a moment, "...Dor, why do you have a Kawasaki T-Shirt that fits you like a dress...?"
"Um... because I... totally am not swiping this... from someone," she said lamely, wishing she could've smelled him coming but everything smelled so completely like Kyle that it was both amazing and annoying.
At least Fred didn't have her sense of smell.
"Swiping...? Is that Kyle's...?" Fred sighed a little, "Dor, if you broke the washing machine again, it's alright. I'm pretty sure I can fix it. You don't have to bum clean clothes."
Dori giggled, "Oh, I didn't break the machin- I mean, I, well, oh nevermind," she muttered, "I have to go grab some homework," she said, pointing down the hall, the implication being that she'd be back this way.
Fred just shrugged, reaching over to knock on Kyle's door, "It doesn't matter if you broke it on accident or nuthin. Here, Kyle's usually up this late, lemme ask him to gimme a hand and we can take a look at it..."
Dori looked absolutely terrified and moved to stand between Fred and the door, "No! Nonononononono! He's, you can't, I mean, he's sleeping so you should really just let him sleep."
Fred snorted, shaking his head a little at Dori, "Dor, Ah don't know how well you know Kyle, but he does remarkably little sleepin'. It's alright, he'll proally just be psyched to have his shirt back..."
"I know he doesn't sleep that much!" Especially when they were together, which was kind of why she didn't want Fred going in there. Julian's reaction was less than stellar and she didn't want to deal with it all over again, "I'll give it back in a little bit, I promise. Just don't wake him up right now? Please?" Because she would be right back after she grabbed her reading for her literature class.
Fred looked genuinely concerned at Dori, to the door, then back. Admittedly, he hadn't seen a lot of the energetic little girl for a while, and she had always been pretty hyper, but now she seemed...on edge, "Dor? Yah, uh....are yah alright...?"
Doreen sighed, "I'm fine, really. It's just Julian didn't react so well to this so I really didn't want you to find out like this."
"...find out about what, the washing machine? Hell, Jules broke it once trying to do his own clothes, so Ah don't know why he'd be so pissed..."
Doreen just put her face in her palm and shook her head, "It's not the washing machine."
Fred looked around, as if to double-check on the absent machine, "Oh!....Uh, then what's up, Dor?"
"He's not dressed right now," Dori pointed out, "I know because I was just in there."
Fred waited a moment, before bursting out in a deep chuckle, "Yah walked in on Kyle naked? Jeez, Dor, I hope you ain't scarred or nuthin. Heheheheh...." Fred shook his head a little, "Kyle, too, come to think of it..."
"I'm not scared! I'm going back in there after I get my homework!" she blurted out. Because that was where her underwear was.
"Why would you...oh...uh, oh....Oh! Oh, uh, I, uh..." Fred was never a particularly difficult man to read, but the amount of things that crossed his mind after the realization hit him made it difficult to gauge his reaction.
Dori herself was an interesting shade of red, "Just don't threaten to kill him or anything and I'll be happy."
"Threaten tah...huh, Ah mean, yah guys are...yah know? Not just? Yah two...?" Frederick Dukes: the greatest of communicators.
Neither was Dori, outside of blogging or writing she never seemed to know just what to say to people or how to say it, "I love him," she said simply, after choking on it.
Fred paused for a long moment, lighting up a cigarette right in the middle of the Mansion. Doreen: Kid sister, bundle of positivity and optimism, nerdiest of nerds...and sexually active, talking about love and stalking around at night in burrowed clothes. Kyle Gibney's clothes. There was a very, very long silence...
"So you don't get to try to hurt him or buy him off or anything weird like that, okay Fred?" she pleaded turning big, brown eyes on him.
Fred held up a hand, as if to silence Dori. In reality, Fred's willpower had a lifespan of about eight seconds under those puppydog eyes, "Dor-erm-Doreen, yah guys...'r usin protection...?"
Doreen turned bright, bright red, "Yes!" she squeaked, though she really didn't want to elaborate any more than that.
Fred coughed into his hand. Once, twice, thrice... "An, uh, with the mutations' an', uh, an the, erm, slight age difference...an, uh, experience differences I guess, uh, an all that...everything's...y'know..." Oh Holy God Almighty he had to end this thought like right now! What was the word least likely to bring every drop of blood to Doreen's face? "...y'know...safe...?"
"I'm fine," Doreen said, "Really. He's awesome and nice and it's not THAT big of an age difference. Can we not talk about this here? I'd really like to not talk about this here."
Fred reached out to noogie Doreen's hair...but seemed to think twice about it at the last minute and just lit another cigarette, "Hey, yah don't gotta talk about it with me iffen yah don't want, Doreen. I'd offer yah a cigarette, but, uh, Ah know most of y'all that can smell well don't like'm..."
"I mean, I don't mind talking about it, just not right here," in front of Kyle's suite. And not right now when she really had to get that reading that she had forgotten about, "Please don't act all weird about it? Because Julian got all weird about it."
Fred held up his hands, "Doreen, yah seem to be happy with it...flustered and, uh, kinda scary-defensive....but still happy. Ah ain't gonna get weird about it. Scouts' Honor."
She let out a breath, "Good, because Julian kind of did and I don't want any of my other friends to get weird about it, because, you know..." That made it weird, she finished silently, her nose wrinkling due to the cigarette.
"Ah'll talk tah Jules." Fred said it with a good amount of finality. He moved his way past Doreen back towards the garage, still clutching the dvds, "Don't stay up too la-uh, just, uh...nevermind. Ah'll catch yah...yah know, uh...daytime..."
"Yeah," Doreen said, waving, "Later." Well, that could have gone better, she reasoned. It also could have gone worse, so maybe it evened out in the end.
Dori peaked her head out the door and sniffed. It was hard to see in the dark, even for her, but it was also hard to get a sense of who was where in doors by scent alone as everyone's smell was everywhere. It didn't help matters any that she smelled overwhelmingly like Kyle at the moment. All over.
Which really wasn't surprising. First, she had taken one of his shirts. And secondly, well, she giggled and stepped out in the hall. She had to go grab some of her homework she had forgotten about and then she'd come back.
The low 'thoom' common of Fred's footsteps was muffled by the carpet as he made his way towards the stairs, cigarette hanging from his mouth and unlabeled dvds wrapped in his hand. He'd been so caught up trying to make sure he didn't trip over anything or that his footsteps got to loud he hardly noticed the small, Doreen-sized shape near Kyle's door as he moved closer to it...
Dori turned around and squeaked. Caught! "Oh....hi...there...yeah."
"Gah!" Doreen wasn't actually caught until she spoke up. Until then, Fred had been focused on making as little ruckus as possible. Her instant presence shocked Fred enough to make him jump back a considerable distance for his size.
"So, uh, fancy meeting you here?" Doreen offered, hoping that it was dark enough to not give away the fact that she was totally wearing Kyle's clothes.
"No, uh well yeah, sorry for that-Doreen!?" Fred finally figured out that he wasn't apologizing to no one in particular and that the person in question was in fact the person he probably expected least, "What, what the crap are you slinking around for, Dor?"
"I'm not sneaking. I am totally not sneaking. I was just passing through on my way back to my room and I am totally not sneaking around at all," Doreen said, her hands behind her back, and taking a step away from Fred, walking backwards.
Fred looked quizzically at Doreen, "Passin' through...what now? Ain't your room on, uh, another floor...?"
"I thought I got turned around somewhere!" she said, looking back at the door to Kyle's suite. Good thing Fred hadn't noticed what she was wearing yet.
Fred nodded a little, accepting the explanation...til he looked down, then back up, pausing a moment, "...Dor, why do you have a Kawasaki T-Shirt that fits you like a dress...?"
"Um... because I... totally am not swiping this... from someone," she said lamely, wishing she could've smelled him coming but everything smelled so completely like Kyle that it was both amazing and annoying.
At least Fred didn't have her sense of smell.
"Swiping...? Is that Kyle's...?" Fred sighed a little, "Dor, if you broke the washing machine again, it's alright. I'm pretty sure I can fix it. You don't have to bum clean clothes."
Dori giggled, "Oh, I didn't break the machin- I mean, I, well, oh nevermind," she muttered, "I have to go grab some homework," she said, pointing down the hall, the implication being that she'd be back this way.
Fred just shrugged, reaching over to knock on Kyle's door, "It doesn't matter if you broke it on accident or nuthin. Here, Kyle's usually up this late, lemme ask him to gimme a hand and we can take a look at it..."
Dori looked absolutely terrified and moved to stand between Fred and the door, "No! Nonononononono! He's, you can't, I mean, he's sleeping so you should really just let him sleep."
Fred snorted, shaking his head a little at Dori, "Dor, Ah don't know how well you know Kyle, but he does remarkably little sleepin'. It's alright, he'll proally just be psyched to have his shirt back..."
"I know he doesn't sleep that much!" Especially when they were together, which was kind of why she didn't want Fred going in there. Julian's reaction was less than stellar and she didn't want to deal with it all over again, "I'll give it back in a little bit, I promise. Just don't wake him up right now? Please?" Because she would be right back after she grabbed her reading for her literature class.
Fred looked genuinely concerned at Dori, to the door, then back. Admittedly, he hadn't seen a lot of the energetic little girl for a while, and she had always been pretty hyper, but now she seemed...on edge, "Dor? Yah, uh....are yah alright...?"
Doreen sighed, "I'm fine, really. It's just Julian didn't react so well to this so I really didn't want you to find out like this."
"...find out about what, the washing machine? Hell, Jules broke it once trying to do his own clothes, so Ah don't know why he'd be so pissed..."
Doreen just put her face in her palm and shook her head, "It's not the washing machine."
Fred looked around, as if to double-check on the absent machine, "Oh!....Uh, then what's up, Dor?"
"He's not dressed right now," Dori pointed out, "I know because I was just in there."
Fred waited a moment, before bursting out in a deep chuckle, "Yah walked in on Kyle naked? Jeez, Dor, I hope you ain't scarred or nuthin. Heheheheh...." Fred shook his head a little, "Kyle, too, come to think of it..."
"I'm not scared! I'm going back in there after I get my homework!" she blurted out. Because that was where her underwear was.
"Why would you...oh...uh, oh....Oh! Oh, uh, I, uh..." Fred was never a particularly difficult man to read, but the amount of things that crossed his mind after the realization hit him made it difficult to gauge his reaction.
Dori herself was an interesting shade of red, "Just don't threaten to kill him or anything and I'll be happy."
"Threaten tah...huh, Ah mean, yah guys are...yah know? Not just? Yah two...?" Frederick Dukes: the greatest of communicators.
Neither was Dori, outside of blogging or writing she never seemed to know just what to say to people or how to say it, "I love him," she said simply, after choking on it.
Fred paused for a long moment, lighting up a cigarette right in the middle of the Mansion. Doreen: Kid sister, bundle of positivity and optimism, nerdiest of nerds...and sexually active, talking about love and stalking around at night in burrowed clothes. Kyle Gibney's clothes. There was a very, very long silence...
"So you don't get to try to hurt him or buy him off or anything weird like that, okay Fred?" she pleaded turning big, brown eyes on him.
Fred held up a hand, as if to silence Dori. In reality, Fred's willpower had a lifespan of about eight seconds under those puppydog eyes, "Dor-erm-Doreen, yah guys...'r usin protection...?"
Doreen turned bright, bright red, "Yes!" she squeaked, though she really didn't want to elaborate any more than that.
Fred coughed into his hand. Once, twice, thrice... "An, uh, with the mutations' an', uh, an the, erm, slight age difference...an, uh, experience differences I guess, uh, an all that...everything's...y'know..." Oh Holy God Almighty he had to end this thought like right now! What was the word least likely to bring every drop of blood to Doreen's face? "...y'know...safe...?"
"I'm fine," Doreen said, "Really. He's awesome and nice and it's not THAT big of an age difference. Can we not talk about this here? I'd really like to not talk about this here."
Fred reached out to noogie Doreen's hair...but seemed to think twice about it at the last minute and just lit another cigarette, "Hey, yah don't gotta talk about it with me iffen yah don't want, Doreen. I'd offer yah a cigarette, but, uh, Ah know most of y'all that can smell well don't like'm..."
"I mean, I don't mind talking about it, just not right here," in front of Kyle's suite. And not right now when she really had to get that reading that she had forgotten about, "Please don't act all weird about it? Because Julian got all weird about it."
Fred held up his hands, "Doreen, yah seem to be happy with it...flustered and, uh, kinda scary-defensive....but still happy. Ah ain't gonna get weird about it. Scouts' Honor."
She let out a breath, "Good, because Julian kind of did and I don't want any of my other friends to get weird about it, because, you know..." That made it weird, she finished silently, her nose wrinkling due to the cigarette.
"Ah'll talk tah Jules." Fred said it with a good amount of finality. He moved his way past Doreen back towards the garage, still clutching the dvds, "Don't stay up too la-uh, just, uh...nevermind. Ah'll catch yah...yah know, uh...daytime..."
"Yeah," Doreen said, waving, "Later." Well, that could have gone better, she reasoned. It also could have gone worse, so maybe it evened out in the end.
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