Dinadan Palmer (sonoftheatom) wrote in dc_nextgen,
@ 2010-03-14 23:36:00

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dinadan palmer, inactive - henry jordan, petra gardner

Over My Head
If someone were to ask Dinadan Palmer what his favorite part of the week was, he’d tell them Friday afternoon; specifically late Friday afternoon when the school week is over and he’s finished his weapons’ training for the day, and the weekend stretches out glorious and free ahead of him. It’s exactly that time now, and he feels at ease with his world.

He weaves a little as he walks to his bedroom, since he hasn’t quite mastered the art of walking and towel-drying his hair at the same time, but he doesn’t knock into anything or trip over his own feet (today), so it doesn’t really matter. He reaches his bedroom and tosses the towel into his laundry hamper, flicking on the radio for some music while he gets dressed and makes plans for his freedom.

This is ultimately why Dinadan is playing air-guitar in his underwear when Henry puts his plan into action.

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sonoftheatom
2010-03-27 07:18 pm UTC (link)

"I'm just fine with that," Dinadan says, still blushing a little. "And- And, what you said about me dating and other stuff with other people goes for you too." Bluuuuuuuuuuushiiiiiiiiing. He takes a sip of water to settle himself. No effect on the color of his face, but it at least helps his brain stop spinning.

"Uh. Maybe couch. I think couch might be doable. Maybe with a movie?" He is never going to be able to stop blushing ever again. "I mean, I'd have to check with my dad first, but we, uh, need to get the car back anyway, so we can do that then." He ducks his head and smiles gratefully at her. "If something you do makes me really uncomfortable, I'll say something, I promise. Thank you."

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	gal_gardner 2010-03-27 08:14 pm UTC (link)
	She gives him a smoldering gaze, running her tongue gently over her lips. "Then I think we both know where we stand.." She smiles at him, stroking her foot up his leg again, before finally settling in on the menu and the rest of her appetizers. Meat. Meat was in order. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sonoftheatom 2010-03-31 03:51 am UTC (link)
	Argle. Mff. Glurble. He really hopes that's just general incoherency rather than the language of the cultists. Dinadan blushes more and ducks behind his menu as well. He's also smiling. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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