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Val is INCREDIBLY SMUG.

SHE CAN HAS MAKEOUTS.

With the hottest fluffy-haired Irish guy on the damn planet (at least in her opinion, and that's the only one that counts).

Oh, and for the purposes of RP setting, she's sprawled in a huge comfy armchair in the Cooper living room, eating celery with peanut butter. What? It's a snack. Just don't ask where she got the celery. There might have been flying involved.

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"Hell yeah!"

"Marley asked me out."

Smugface!

It takes a couple of seconds for Stephen to process this. And then he starts laughing! Because FINALLY!

He should really have an answer besides FINALLY.

But really, all he can think of to say is FINALLY!

"You little shit," she grumbles, thwacking him across the back of the head with a soft, cuddly tentacle. "Don't laugh. C'mon, seriously."

"I'm sorry!" he grins, holding up his hands in surrender. "It's good. More than good: great. Wondrous."

"Yeah." Grin. "It really, really is."

Pause for smug.

Then: "...and what has you looking like you just made out with Johnny Depp?"

He tries not to grin like a madman. Really he does. And he... sort of succeeds? Or, well, his head from the mouth up doesn't actually separate entirely from his chin, which in these dire circumstances may be counted as a success.

Johnny Depp has nothing on Gabriel Gray, come on.

"Well." STEPHEN'S TIME FOR SMUG. He'll see if she can work out the rest of the answer herself. (Please take into consideration that he's still on something of a post-makeout high. And don't tell Marley.)

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ on a pogo stick. What is WITH this place? Is there something in the air?"

Val grins evilly.

"So, is he any good or what?"

No question on who. Come on, they're co-parenting a kraken. It's not difficult.

EMPHATIC NOD.

He's still regaining the feeling in his tongue, and he doesn't quite feel like he's not still there, and his bruises have bruises. So: EMPHATIC EMPHATIC ~~slightly overwhelmed~~ NOD.

...

Valerie cackles.

"Oh man. Yeah, same here, dude."

She hasn't really stopped grinning this entire time, but her grin certainly gets a mite wider.

"We really hit the jackpot with this place, eh? You got your Titan and I got mine. What's with us and tall guys, anyway?"

"Some philosophers have a genuine theory of opposites attracting..."

Forgive him for the vagueness. The medical term is TWITTERPATED.

"I'm just waiting till Mar calls me Shorty and I get to smack him one," she says cheerfully.

Pause.

"Speaking of people getting smacked, do I want to know where that came from?"

Steve, you have a hickey just above your collarbone. It's a rather obvious hickey. Also seemingly quite enthusiastic.

The first comment gets a snort of laughter. "Don't you do that all the time already?"

Hang on, what?

He searches with one hand for what she's talking about, he inadvertently nicks the hickey with his nail. "Ow." (Enthusiastic is an understatement.)

Stephen has the decency to look a little embarrassed.

And then increasingly so. You can practically see the implications all coming to him in a rush.

"...Is it that obvious?"

"Stevie, bro, you look like you lost a fight with a bear. A very amorous bear."

Stephen makes shifty-eyes, and tries to straighten out his shirt. This is met with little success, perhaps because it has lost a couple of buttons.

"...I just walked across the farm like this," he admits, sounding like he's not sure whether to laugh or be utterly mortified.

"Fuck, dude."

She shakes her head wonderingly.

"You got some boyfriend there, y'know that?"

Grin!

"But, okay, seriously," and amazingly enough she sobers, "what're you gonna do if somebody saw?"

Okay, so laugh wins out for a couple of seconds there. He does know! He knows very... definitely!

"...Tell them I was attacked by a bear?"

"Right."

Slight snort.

"Of course. The hickey bear. Everybody knows y'get lots of those in the Midwest."

Stephen attempts to hide the hickey behind his collar. Possibly he should have worn his jacket.

Or probably not. Then it would be in exactly the same state.

...He actually has no idea what he would tell people. This is somewhat worrying. BRAIN, YOU WILL STAND TO ATTENTION WHEN HE SPEAKS TO YOU.

"Does it look like I could've fallen on something?" He's being slightly more serious now.

"Steve, it's a hickey, not a bump on the noggin. It honestly looks like you just got laid. Did you just get laid? I wouldn't think of Gabe as the type to move that fast, but--"

Ah, if only Steve was drinking something so that he could do a spittake. "No! We didn't-- we just went to his room and--" Yes, because that sounds SO much better. "--didn't. ...I'm strictly a fifth-date guy," he adds, because somewhat weak humour will totally get him back on top of this situation, yesyes.

"Well, whatever it was you went to his room and did, if you don't want the whole house knowing you'd better ask him not to leave any marks next time."

Grin!

Stephen isn't a blusher by nature (which, considering the colour of his hair, is quite fortunate). He's looking like he might seriously consider becoming one, though.

"...I see you managed to avoid collateral damage, eh?"

A diversion!

"Yeah, Mar ain't a biter. Unlike Gabe, apparently."

There would be winking and nudging, but she's too far away. So instead there are grins.

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