* ৲ . 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 .
she’s lulled out of her slumber, a restful little cat nap after a day of paragliding, by the rap-rap-rapping at the door. jesus christ, who could it be. she takes her time approaching the door, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with each step, finally jolted into consciousness at the sounding of a familiar voice on the other side of the door.
“ by all means, ro — come on in, ” she yawns, too exhausted to put up a fight. but his words do have her raising a brow — then again, it’s probably just his usual roman antics. he can’t know about the new year’s kiss.
“ there are fresh towels in the second bathroom. that’s the one beck’s been using. i don’t trust you in mine — you’ll use all my conditioner.”
* ৲ ‘ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 . ’ his eyes roll and the irony is nearly lost upon him , a fair share of roman existing in the luxury of self - ignorance . he slips into the room with a sulking glare , peeping around to note if they’re alone in the room . ‘ i’m not gonna touch your shit , i have curl control by the bottle and i can’t use anything else unless i want it gross and nappy . i’ll just rinse it with water . ’ he bites down on the inside of his cheek , noting the tone in his voice at someone he’d otherwise take on a more jovial banter with . ‘ sorry , i’m not supposed to be this gross and snippy . my bad for being a shit-head . i’m just not in the greatest of moods , everything’s kinda gone to shit , that’s not your fault . what’re your plans for today ? ’
