[ COLLEGE AU: GYRO AND JOLYNE ]

[rettangolo]

[ so. if this were a porno, it would be starting as a hideous cliche: a shirtless guy knocking on a girl's door, asking her for something. mercifully, there's no porno bass playing softly in the background, and gyro isn't here to deliver pizza or to fix a leaky faucet— he's announcing himself loudly at jolyne's apartment for another mundane reason, which he reveals without much ceremony once she answers his plaintive call. ]

Yo, Jolyne. You have any spare laundry detergent?

[ this would explain the shirtlessness. she's also free to note his lack of a "hello" or "is this a bad time", and the languid expression on his face, as if he expects her to just. you know, let him in. ]

Comments

[stringmealong]

What, "Steel Balls" isn't good enough for you?

[ She laughs, and carefully rises up off of him, enough to roll to his side and peer under his arm. ]

Though, I dunno, I might want to keep it my personal show.

[rettangolo]

[ He lifts his forearm, makes a show of peeking from under it, before rolling on top of Jolyne and bodily crushing her under his weight. Playfully. ]

Nyohoho! Jolyne doesn't know how to share. Forget the porno, that's what's gonna make your old man cry.

[ Biting her shoulder lightly, as if to emphasize his point. ]

[stringmealong]

[ The way her lips turn up shows that she doesn't actually seem to mind it, but she makes a noise like the breath's knocked out of her and splays her limbs out dramatically anyway. ]

What, you think he was all about kids sharing toys on the playground or something? I hope you don't mean he's expecting me to share you.

[ Makes a face, wrapping an arm around him mock-possessively. ]

That'd be really awkward.