John Egbert (
ghostytrainer) wrote2011-01-16 12:07 pm
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voice mail
Oh hey, what's up?
[There's a pause, perhaps you should tell him why you called. At least until he interrupts...]
Hey, that's cool, but guess what?!
[Another short pause, perhaps you should guess what is so important that John felt the need to interrupt your surely riveting story.]
I am not actually here right now! So leave me a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!
[You cannot hope to beat John Egbert in a prank-off. He is simply the best there is.]
Hehehehe...you totally fell for it, didn't you?
[Beep!]
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[There's a pause, perhaps you should tell him why you called. At least until he interrupts...]
Hey, that's cool, but guess what?!
[Another short pause, perhaps you should guess what is so important that John felt the need to interrupt your surely riveting story.]
I am not actually here right now! So leave me a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!
[You cannot hope to beat John Egbert in a prank-off. He is simply the best there is.]
Hehehehe...you totally fell for it, didn't you?
[Beep!]
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July 1st, 8am; Video
[Joooohhhhnnnnn...]
[Snores.]
[And utterly fails to wake up or really even respond beyond that slightly louder snore.]
July 1st, 8am; Video
July 1st, 8am; Video
[Michael J. nods and scrambles off of the bed and out of the hotel room. Making sure to keep the door propped open with a paw, he aims the camera at the outside of the door so that Rose can clearly see the number.]
[You know what you must do, mama.]
July 1st, 8am; Video > Action
[[She ends the feed but keeps her word, making it to the room within ten minutes. She knocks on the door, calling for Michael as she does so.]]
July 1st, Action
July 1st, Action
I missed you too Michael. I'm sorry for disappearing like that. Alright, come on. Let's go wake papa up.
July 1st, Action
[LET'S DO DIIIIIIIIS.]
July 1st, Action
July 1st, Action
July 1st, Action
July 1st, Action
[He sets her down gently on the pillow next to John's before turning back to see which of the other two he needs to help Rose move.]
July 1st, Action
July 1st, Action
[Once the Lopunny has given Rose the hugs we all knew were coming, the two girls move out into the living room to curl back up together and sleep some more. Not only are they still tired, but they are pretty sure mommy wants some alone time with daddy. After carefully picking up Pheobe and giving Rose one last lick across the face, Michael J. follows their lead as well.]
[Which leaves Rose alone with her prey, still fast asleep though now groping blindly for something to hold onto. Because suddenly there is a distinct lack of warm fuzzy thing in his arms.]
July 1st, Action
Any moment now, surely.]]
July 1st, Action
Mmmm...
[But at least it sounds like he likes them?]
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[Squish.]
[Yeah he's going to be embarrassed when he wakes up and sees just where his face is.]
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[He whines, frowning and pulling back a little. And sure enough... the tiniest slivers of blue make their appearance as John starts coming around. Though he's not fully aware of his surroundings just yet.]
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[Yeah, that was totally a word there.]
[John lifts a hand to rub an eye, yawning as he continues to work on this whole waking up thing. It's going okay so far, but it still doesn't seem to havve dawned on him just who he's in bed with yet.]
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[Oh hey, that kiss feels nice...]
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She chuckles and presses him further in between her breasts. Come on John. This has to wake you up.]]
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[It takes John about a minute to finally realize what in the fresh hell is going on. His eyes snap open and, sure enough, his face is smack in the middle of some a+ boobs. His face promptly turns beet red as John starts attempting to get out of Rose's hold, and more importantly, her funbags.]
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wow look at those gross typos...
hehe
sobbing
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