xp_logs | Backdated - Kyle and Dori, morning fight. Whoops.

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Backdated to April - Dori's cute idea that may not have been all that well thought out turns into a early morning argument and Kyle is kind of an ass in response. Okay, more than kind of. Kyle is a jerk.

The smell of the store had been totally unmistakable on the pants she had gleefully taken off of Kyle's chair. It didn't smell like everyone else yet, and most of the scent of Department Store had been washed out. Her little game for the past few days had been something of a personal love~letter to her boyfriend. Only not love-love because, well, that seemed to make him uncomfortable and she wasn't going to push that button and ruin a good thing.

Her little love note consisted of her giggling while rolling around with his clothes until her scent was firmly implanted in them. Scent was a big thing for both of them, after all. As odd as it looked, she was on his bed literally rubbing herself all over the new pants. It had to be better than the smell of detergent at least.

Kyle heard the giggling as he dried off from the shower - which, having a shower alone had taken a little bit of convincing. Not that he didn't totally like taking a shower with his girlfriend but it inevitably led to not getting out of the room anytime in the next hour and needing another shower. The giggling wasn't the concern, it was the occasional whump noises, and occasional fabric rustles. What on earth was she doing in there?

He got his answer as he came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with one towel and with one loosely wrapped around his hips and just... sort of stared, making an incomprehensible noise. "What... the hell?"

Dori sat straight up, her tail and her hair both really rumbled, "I, uh... surprise?" she said, holding out his pants for him. They were totally better now, because they smelled like her.

"You... un-ironed my pants for me. Uh. Thanks." Kyle's voice was halfway to angry and most of the way to sarcastic and he just couldn't entirely figure out what the hell his girlfriend was thinking. And not in the normal "I don't know why you like that show" way, but in the "What in the hell are you doing?" way. He held up a finger, ducked back into the bathroom and pulled his boxers on and then came back out. "Okay, what the hell?"

"They... don't smell like detergent anymore?" Doreen offered. Because detergent smelled horrible and terribad and everyone should be happy to have clothes that didn't smell like chemical soap. Even the stuff that claimed to have no scent at all.

"Because what I need is a boner in the middle of my morning English class because my pants smell like my girlfriend!" Kyle entirely understood that he probably looked totally ridiculous throwing up his arms in frustration, since he was in nothing but boxers, but he just didn't care. "Jesus, did you think about this before you decided it was the best idea ever?"

"I...I just thought... I mean... I like it when my stuff smells like you," Dori said in her own defense. And she did. It honestly hadn't occurred to her that this would be a bad idea, this wasn't the first time she had done this to a piece of his clothing, just the first time he had caught her doing it. She assumed him not saying anything was thinking it was as awesome as she thought it was.

Kyle thudded his head against the wall. It hurt, and it didn't really help him not be angry, but it was that or punch something - the wall, his bed, the fridge... "Dori, for fuck's sake, I like how you smell but this is kind of fucking creepy!" He grabbed the pants from the bed and tossed them - hard - into his dirty laundry bin, and then threw open his dresser to get a pair of jeans. He'd just live with the jeans and button down thing for today.

"It is?" Dori asked, looking stunned. She didn't think it was creepy, but he thought it was creepy and he also was getting angry, which put her on edge. She backed up a bit, without thinking checking her path to the door.

"You're rolling around in my clothes!" Kyle jerked the drawer open too hard and it came out crooked, and he swore, leaving it half-open and offset. "How is that not creepy? If I did that, people'd say I was being a perv, and I get enough of that from people just because you're eighteen!"

"What does me being eighteen have to do with anything?" she squeaked, trying not to squeak even louder when the drawer came out. She was also trying not to cry. It was a stupid thing to get upset over, right?

Kyle kicked the drawer shut, and jerked his jeans up over his boxers and then pulled a t-shirt over his head. "You're eighteen, you look sixteen and I get dirty looks every time I stare at your ass in yoga pants."

"So? It shouldn't matter what they think!" she pointed out, because it shouldn't. Should it? "You know how old I am, I know how old I am, anyone who doesn't like it can bite me!"

"I'm just sayin, I don't need any more comments, especially not if I'm gonna be teaching here." Kyle opened his closet, hard enough to rattle the door and jerked out a button-down shirt. "Just stop being... just be human, okay? Jesus. We can't afford to be any fucking weirder than we already are."

"Fine," Dori said, a lot harsher than she would have normally. The last bit stung. If being 'human' was that easy... She slid off the bed and started towards the door, not caring that her entire outfit that moment consisted of clothes she had stolen from Kyle, "Sorry I can't be 'human enough' for you," she said, finger quotes included.