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Post by pebble on Oct 29, 2017 1:09:49 GMT
Pebble hissed quietly, brown eyes narrowed into a copy of Levi's bitch face. Doff had managed to piss her off again and now? She was frustrated. Sexually, mentally, whatever. She was just upset and frustrated with only one person on her mind. Pebble nearly kicked down Levi's door, just walking right in with no regrets. She didn't even acknowledge if he was in the room, simply kicked her boots off and flopped down on his bed, burying her face into his pillow and inhaling his familiar scent. Too familiar scent. Whatever. She groaned, releasing a long, stressed breath and continuing to just melt into his bed. Surely he didn't care. He shouldn't care. He better not care. She'd kick his ass (she probably actually wouldn't. He's quicker and stronger than her.)
//pre pot continuation.
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TIMUR
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Post by TIMUR on Oct 29, 2017 2:30:52 GMT
Levi had been, well cleaning. You'd think that with all the cleaning he did that he'd of cleaned everything by now and not have anything to clean, but Levi found something in everything's to clean. 3DMG never had enough cleaning. That always needed to be cleaned, they got so much dirt caught up in them and needed so much oiling and polishing. Floors too. All the feet everywhere. Ech.
And then pebble stormed in, tracking a minute amount of dirt onto the floor he had just swept, causing Levi to freeze.
He grabbed the broom, quickly sweping away the absolute filthy mess his girlfriend had tracked in. There. Now it was good enough.
"Pebble?" he called out, eyes locking onto her stressed form on his bed. What was she doing here? It wasn't often she barged into his room without saying anything. She'd usually say something, or at least acknowledge him. The male went over to the bed, sitting down and asking "What are you doing?" and adding a mental messing up the bedsheets, that's what she's doing to himself.
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Post by pebble on Oct 29, 2017 21:05:28 GMT
"Dying. That's what." Came her muffled reply, an odd, high pitched squeak accidentally escaping her at the end of the sentence. Ironic. You'd think that when she was pissed, she'd be a monster. Well, she was a monster when extremely pissed, but that's besides the point. She squeaked. This brought on an immediate response from Pebble, following a chain reaction. Firsy, her entire body heated up with embrassment or anger -who could tell?- and then she promptly stuffed her hands under the pillow and brought it closer to her face, as of she was trying to suffocate herself. She probably was, knowing her. The collar felt too tight around her neck now, but she ignored it, trying so hard to just melt into the sheets.
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