[ He shoots her the message, and gets right to work on... looking presentable, really. He gathers up the blanket fort he's made on the living room couch, makes his bed, combs his hair. Checks himself out in the one functional mirror in the house, and practices his angles.
He's a performer— he's a cheater, in that sense, not to mention: a huge hypocrite.
When and if Natalie does come over, she'll find him humming a song and arranging furniture in the living room. As if he's not tired, as if everything is the same as usual. ]
[ He hopes that his questionable charm (?) makes up for how he looks just a little rumpled, like he just got out of bed. It's not like he can just go out and buy product for his hair to make it look less messy.
She looks him up and down, and he beams. ]
Natalie! It's me!! Your Momo!!! [ Arms out for a big... hug. He has a feeling she won't take up his offer, but he can try!! ]
[Luckily for him, what he says distracts her enough that she doesn't quite notice that he looks a bit off. Instead, she blinks both at that statement and the way he holds his arms open. As expected, she's not moving forward for that hug.]
What does that even... Since when are you my Momo?!
Haha! Maybe I just like getting scolded by you, who knows!
[ A wink, and he's stepping aside to open the door and let Natalie in. It's still cold outside, still a little unsafe— he wants her to come in and make herself as comfortable as she can manage. ]
[Either way, she comes in after a quick glance down to make sure she isn't going to trip over any vines that might be right outside his door. There's a glance around the rest of the room as well.]
Come on, don't break my heart like that. You know plenty— I'm "weird", for one.
[ He doesn't mind the fact that she tries to hammer this home. It's kind of refreshing, really— so many people play along with his routine that it's nice to have someone calling him out, for once.
The door closes, and Natalie will find the place as she left it, albeit a bit messier. There are blankets and pillows thrown around willy-nilly, and there's a distinctive Guy Feel to the whole setup. ]
But... hmm, you were gone maybe three, four months? Long enough to make my heart hurt.
Ah, yes. The most deep and insightful description of your personality possible.
[That, as expected, is said with a heavy dose of sarcasm. She moves further inside as she looks around, a small frown coloring her face, though it's hard to say whether it's at the slight messiness or what he says next. She doesn't comment on it, at the least.]
Haha! It's that or "cute". We gotta work on my vocabulary, huh...!
[ With that said, he also follows Natalie's general trajectory and... hm. Yeah, the blanket piles are a bit suspect, aren't they.
A beat passes, and he finally comes up with something. ] —Not a fan of blanket forts? They're really comfortable when you wanna stay in and away from the cold!
[She notices the pause, but seems to take it in stride for now. There's a pause of her own regardless before she glances away from the blankets towards him.]
I guess so. Kind of messy, though, don't you think?
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#FF333, text; let’s sayyyyyy 1/20 or so!
2. are you okay?
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1. reaaaaally? are you sure???
2. i'm totally okay! come find me for a good time, always ☆
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2. cool then i'm coming over immediately
[Ah.]
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!?!
how immediate is immediate?!
i'm not decent!!
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give me 15 minutes!
i have to look extra cute for you, after all ☆
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but also okay i'll be there then
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come right on over! see you soon ( ⸝⸝•ᴗ•⸝⸝ )੭
[ He shoots her the message, and gets right to work on... looking presentable, really. He gathers up the blanket fort he's made on the living room couch, makes his bed, combs his hair. Checks himself out in the one functional mirror in the house, and practices his angles.
He's a performer— he's a cheater, in that sense, not to mention: a huge hypocrite.
When and if Natalie does come over, she'll find him humming a song and arranging furniture in the living room. As if he's not tired, as if everything is the same as usual. ]
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Hey. It's Natalie.
[Once the door opens, she's giving him a completely unsubtle glance over.]
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She looks him up and down, and he beams. ]
Natalie! It's me!! Your Momo!!! [ Arms out for a big... hug. He has a feeling she won't take up his offer, but he can try!! ]
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What does that even... Since when are you my Momo?!
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Since always! Unless you have another Momo you never told me about...?!
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[Despite the sigh she gives, she glances at him for another moment.]
Can I come in?
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[ A wink, and he's stepping aside to open the door and let Natalie in. It's still cold outside, still a little unsafe— he wants her to come in and make herself as comfortable as she can manage. ]
Come right on in— just like old times, huh?
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[Either way, she comes in after a quick glance down to make sure she isn't going to trip over any vines that might be right outside his door. There's a glance around the rest of the room as well.]
Yeah, I guess so. How long was I gone, anyways?
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[ He doesn't mind the fact that she tries to hammer this home. It's kind of refreshing, really— so many people play along with his routine that it's nice to have someone calling him out, for once.
The door closes, and Natalie will find the place as she left it, albeit a bit messier. There are blankets and pillows thrown around willy-nilly, and there's a distinctive Guy Feel to the whole setup. ]
But... hmm, you were gone maybe three, four months? Long enough to make my heart hurt.
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[That, as expected, is said with a heavy dose of sarcasm. She moves further inside as she looks around, a small frown coloring her face, though it's hard to say whether it's at the slight messiness or what he says next. She doesn't comment on it, at the least.]
What's with the bedding being, like, everywhere?
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[ With that said, he also follows Natalie's general trajectory and... hm. Yeah, the blanket piles are a bit suspect, aren't they.
A beat passes, and he finally comes up with something. ] —Not a fan of blanket forts? They're really comfortable when you wanna stay in and away from the cold!
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I guess so. Kind of messy, though, don't you think?