voice mail

[ghostytrainer]

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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Comments

[ghostytrainer]

Hehe...hehehe...

[This quiet laughing and lopsided smile are probably not the best of signs. John's still staring at Rose's chest and his own hands which have now just given the slightest, lightest of double squeezes. Sure enough...]

Beep beep!

[tentacletrainer]

[[The blonde's cheeks light up a little at the treatment to her breasts, but she ends up laughing anyway.]]

I let you touch them and that is what you choose to do with them? You're ridiculous.

[ghostytrainer]

Sorry, I had to!!! [He pulls his hands away, laughing as well.]

I couldn't resist. I won't do it again though, don't worry.

[tentacletrainer]

I don't particularly care if you do or don't do that. It doesn't bother me. It just amuses me that you would do that first and foremost. But then... I'm not surprised either.

[ghostytrainer]

Oh no, I am becoming predictable!!! [The HORROR.] This won't do at all, if I can't keep you constantly surprised by my antics then you will only get bored of me and have to take me out back behind the woodshed.

[tentacletrainer]

Mmm, you'll have to really work at it then. You know how I am.

[ghostytrainer]

I will indeed. [At that, he leans over and picks up his shirt again, pulling it back over his head and sliding out of bed.]

That being said, hungry? You probably didn't eat on the way over here, did you?

[tentacletrainer]

I am! Did you have something in mind?

[ghostytrainer]

Mmmmmmmaybe. [He grins.] Unless you would like to make a request.

[tentacletrainer]

I have no requests in mind. Lead on, my love~

[ghostytrainer]

Or! Or or oooorrrrrr... how about I go on, alone. By myself. Solo into the kitchen. Meanwhile you go hop in the shower or something. Really take your time, and by the time you are done, your breakfast will be all ready. How does that sound?

[tentacletrainer]

Really? It sounds like you're trying to pamper me.

[ghostytrainer]

Me? Pamper you? Pffft, never! Who do you think I am, one of those whipped boyfriend types?

[...John, you say that as though you aren't one of those. You probably should have gone with different wording.]

But no, it was just a suggestion that would make it easier for me to surprise you. You don't have to do it!

[tentacletrainer]

No, I'd say you are one of those whipped husband types. [[Which, in all honesty, is probably worse.]]

Well it sounds wonderful either way, so I think I will.

[ghostytrainer]

Getting a little ahead of yourself there, aren't you Rose? We haven't slapped on the holy manacles of matrimony yet! The matrimanacles, if you will.

[He sticks his tongue out.]

But alright. You go do your thing, I will go do mything, and hopefully the timeing will work out perfectly. [He leans up to give her a quic kiss on the cheek before dashing away into the kitchen. Goodbye, Rose. You go do your thing, John has breakfast to make!]

[tentacletrainer]

[[Chuckling, she shakes her head and slinks her way into the bathroom. Come here hot bath.]]

wow look at those gross typos...

[ghostytrainer]

[And John, meanwhile, fires up the stove and oven, pulling his apron on over his shirt and boxers. It's time to make the magic happen.]

[Whenever Rose gets out of the bathroom, after he bath, it will be to a very sweet-smelling hotel room. Is that... cinnamon buns? And something else... it's kind of hard to pick out because damn cinnamon, damn, but... hmmm. What could it be?]

[If she goes into the kitchen, she will find that the table has already been set. John himself though is still standing in front of the stove putting the finishing touches on breakfast.]

hehe

[tentacletrainer]

[[Oh wow...it smelled absolutely wonderful as she left the bathroom, and the closer she got to the kitchen? The better it smelled.]]

Mmmm....John what are you making? It smells as if I've died and gone to heaven.

sobbing

[ghostytrainer]

I am making breakfast, duh. Sit down and then maybe I will let you see exactly what that entails. [He looks over his shoulder at her and grins somewhat mischievously.]

[tentacletrainer]

[[With a chuckle she did as told, pulling a seat out for herself and taking it.]]

Alright, alright.

[ghostytrainer]

[There's a click as John turns off the burner and the oven before turning around, keeping his body in front of the stove/oven so that Rose can't see what he's up to.]

Close your eyes!

[tentacletrainer]

[[Raising her eyebrow but closing her eyes thereafter, she waits with anticipation!]]

[ghostytrainer]

Hehehehehe...

[There's sounds of movement from the other side of the kitchen as John pulls something out of the oven.]

Now keep them closed! Or else I will have Slimer cover them for you and we both know that you don't want that.

[Aside from the clink of plates and the patter of bare feet on linoleum, there's nothing to really give Rose a clue of what John is doing. But it sounds as though he has at least moved over to the table now.]

[tentacletrainer]

I'm being a good girl! No need to send him in. [[Chuckling she waits, resisting the urge to open her eyes anyway. What are you up to, John?]]

[ghostytrainer]

[There are a few clinks that are unmistakably that of plates making contact with a table, followed by the scrape of a chair against the floor and the sound of John sitting down.]

Alright, open them!

[When she does, she will find a plate of red pancakes covered in powdered sugar directly in front of her. In the middle of the table is a plate of unfrosted cinnamon buns and a small bowl of fruit that was totally there the whole time but Katar only just realized that it was never mentioned. Go Katar. There's also a small erving bowl of some kind of white glaze-like substance that can really only be cream cheese for both the red velvet pancakes and the cinnamon buns both.]

[John is sitting across from her, head resting on his hands and grinning from ear to ear, awaiting Rose's judgement.]