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flakysadbiscuit replied to your post: josephinethetempest asked:"Am I a...
how long has it been since stephen and camille had a religion fight? ‘cause i can see teenage stephen and camille getting into a fight over the phone
belieeme when i say it’s been too long
flakysadbiscuit replied to your post:// Okay, here’s the dealio what’s going to happen...
YO I FORGOT ABOUT PRUE, i like prue
// i think... i’m going to go ahead and make an account for her too and then just see what happens O u O
32. My muse catches yours naked. (Please, please)
‘a moment of weakness’
‘Merry Christmas… from the Temptations.’
Melvin’s bassnote of a voice sang through the bathroom door, prompting Camille to at last shut off the hissing filter of the shower stream that it was forced to power through. Five songs seemed appropriate for a thorough bathing’s length of time… and the ittybit that had made a temporary nest of her body would start fussing if she stayed in any longer. It certainly had her temper… barely formed–as far as she knew–and still raising hell at the slightest disturbance to it.
Her teeny feet stepped out of the stall, onto towels that carpeted the floor, all to catch the heavy driplets that fell from her clean skin and hair onto them. She’d been plentiful with her coverage of the bathroom’s linoleum–as these towels held the luxury of being someone else’s obligation. These didn’t have to be toted by her hand to the laundry, or even be picked up by her for that matter. Hotels had an entire staff dedicated to this, and Camille was hellbent in her intent to take advantage, despite the little tinge of guilt that came alongside it.
As she patted her body dry, nearly depleting their supply of fluffed white cotton, Camille sang along with the next tune that came of the radio, feeling her cheeks fill, and show their dimples with her excitement over Stephen’s being in New Orleans, and her being able to stay with him: in his physical presence and comfort over the holiday. Her good moods came by in swings as of late, with the baby she carried wreaking such havoc over her hormones. Having her most unobstructed means of support with her–in her New Orleans--elevated her spirit to one that would soar for as long as his trip had been planned.
So, with the knowledge that he was still stepped-out, she emerged bare from the bathroom, warmed by the heat of the room as well as the late morning’s winter sunlight shining through the window. She kept her hair wrapped in the same towel, body free to do its remaining drying by air while she turned the volume knob higher on the radio across the room.
“Fireside is blazin’ bright... we’re ca-ro-lin’ through the ni-hi-hii-ight,” She continued to sing, overshadowing Donny with her own ad-libbing and soulful vibrato, rubbing the subtle curve of her tummy while she let her legs and shoulders be carried away with the rhythm of the song.
Her hums danced along with the cheery horns that lined the chorus’ end, and Camille turned, making for where she’d left her overnight bags for whatever she were to wear today.
The smiling, pretty green eyes that fell on her froze this movement, though. And she stood before them with the song frozen on parted lips; her reactions were mixed, being spooked by his sudden presence, but all to giddy at seeing him back. In fact, she initially rushed to hug Stephen, but the air hitting her exposed skin drove her to look down, highlighting her nude state, and pulling a gasp that rose even louder than the volume of the radio.
“GE–ST–QUIT LOOKIN’, BOAY!” She panicked, reaching to her hair and snatching the towel free to fling at him. Though, she realized her even greater error when the mass of her damp hair fell against her shoulder blades. Now, she squealed, and snatched the nearest pillow on the hotel bed against her torso before scurrying back to the shelter of the bathroom.
“WHY AIN’TCHU KNOCK?!”
flakysadbiscuit replied to your post “@flakysadbiscuit // did you not want to do that in the thread??”
I WANT TO DO IT AS A THREAD CAIT YOU ARE NOT AWAKE ENOUGH TO DO THIS
jfc OKAY OKAY OKAY
BUT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO SOMETHING BEFORE THE THREAD
@flakysadbiscuit // did you not want to do that in the thread??
flakysadbiscuit replied to your post:flakysadbiscuit replied to your...
I JUST WANNA WRITE, BUT if you need sleep, get sleep bruh
nah son i’m good im staying up to rewatch the movie with jenn but im just really confused as to what you wanted me to write before you make a starter
flakysadbiscuit replied to your post:flakysadbiscuit replied to your...
oh yeah we could do a verse page idk i’m kind of a slut for a thread rn so im tweakin out
wait
before you watched the movie what did you want me to do
flakysadbiscuit replied to your post:@flakysadbiscuit Imma cry that sounds great tbh...
ILL WATCH IT SOMETIME THIS WEEK bUT IF YOU WANT TO WRITE THE PREMISE OUT IN AN RP I CAN WRITE THE STARTER
LIKE... IN A DRABBLE OR IN LIKE A VERSE PAGE
