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[ghostthatlingers]

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"You've reached Tex. Say what you need and I'll get back to you."

 

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[motherfucking_ghost]

"Hold on, your fat ass is gonna break my back--" He'll readjust his arms so they're up and under her legs to support her. It keeps him from being bent near horizontal anyway.

"Y'know, when we decided I was being your pack mule, I don't think it included you." Whew. He's fine he's got this. Yep. Talking doesn't help but by god he's not going to stop now. "Does it look like I'm saddled up? Fuck, that sounds like something Donut would say."

[ghostthatlingers]

She snickers and gives his side a pat before trying to get down. Fun's over and she doesn't really want him to be too sore. She doesn't need him passing out after one shot.

"Not saddled yet," she teases in a low voice. "You will be when we get home."

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Yeah, he likes the sound of that. That'll be the good kind of sore. Despite his protests, he's now a-okay with the piggybacking and carrying everything and letting her down and everything going on right now.

Hey, he's a guy, sometimes he's very simple to figure out.

"Then let's get this over as fast as possible." Nobody ever accused Church of having an abundance of patience.

[ghostthatlingers]

She's well aware of how simple he can be and is not afraid to use that to her advantage. And okay, maybe sex is fun, too, and she wouldn't mind having more of it now that they have bodies.

"You don't have to tell me twice. Sooner we get home with the drinks and steak, the better." As soon as they make it to the store, she's bee-lining for the alcohol.

[motherfucking_ghost]

And if they split up, they can get through this at double the speed! It's the best plan. And steaks are sounding good, too. Hm, steak and tequila before sex or after sex...or maybe multiple sex through the day. Yeah, that sounds good, too...

[ghostthatlingers]

She's not sure how she feels about leaving the food part to him, but looking at the alcohol is much more interesting. She grabs several bottles - tequila, whiskey, rum, a pack of beer - from brands that look like they should taste pretty good. She might have to get alcohol suggestions from York.

Once she has the bottles in hand, she goes off to find him and make sure he's not picking up too much junk food.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Look, he knows not everything can be chocolates and skittles okay. Fruits, vegetables, meats. Steak. Definitely steak. That's the first thing he grabbed. On the other hand, there's a bit of everything going on in the basket. How are they supposed to know what they like if they don't have it? The concern is more about how much money they might spend. Also, how many frozen pizzas do they need? Because he thinks a lot is a good number...

[ghostthatlingers]

He better not put too many frozen pizzas in the basket because she's here now and might smack his hand if he puts in more than one. "We can make our own pizza."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"But this is easier," he whines. Fine, he'll put some of them back. "You're determined to turn me into your little housemaid, aren't you? Cooking and cleaning and the next thing you know I'll be rubbing your feet asking you how your day went."

[ghostthatlingers]

"Well, I wasn't going to ask for a foot rub until after you had a shot, but..." So she likes to get foot rubs and massages, sue her. She doubts he'll complain much since it's an excuse to put his hands on her.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"When we've got the money, maybe we should look into hiring a maid or something to do shit for us. That'd be pretty sweet." Also probably boring and weird after a while. "...Maybe we'll save that for if we ever move into the richie rich district."

[ghostthatlingers]

"If you want to put your money towards that, go for it, but I don't want anyone going through my things." Housekeeping staff would be a great way for Bifrons to get inside homes that had removed the bugs without much trouble. She's not taking that kind of risk.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"...Eugh, you're right, that's fucking creepy. Better to do all the shit that needs doing ourselves." And be normal civilians. Still weird. "Looks like you've got us a good haul. At least we probably won't drink it all tonight."

[ghostthatlingers]

"You're buying the next set of drinks." Hopefully this'll last thing until he gets a paycheck. She motions for him to follow her to the check-out since it looks like he's actually managed to pick up enough real food to last them.

[motherfucking_ghost]

And hey, they're soldiers. They can probably last on a little and ration out what they need to if shit starts getting dire.

"Whatever you need me to do, so, guess we'd better not drink a whole lot and make it last. You really have more to worry about than whether I can actually manage to land a paying job or not, Tex."

[ghostthatlingers]

"Or maybe you just like the free ride." First time for everything and she's not a huge fan of buying everything they need. Just because she's a badass doesn't mean she doesn't like to be treated every once in a while.

"Think you can carry all this home?"

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Who doesn't love a free ride? Less work for me."

As for carrying everything...he's gonna damn well try. Bags of clothes on one arm. Boozes and food bags on the other. He flexes unnecessarily, not that whatever muscle he's got can adequately be seen. "Just so long as you don't jump me. If I go down, save the booze first." Hey, what, that shit'll break, the rest of everything'll be fine.

[ghostthatlingers]

"That's the one thing saving you from being jumped." The alcohol is more important than his safety. He can recover, broken bottles can't. "C'mon, the house isn't that far away."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Lead the way. I'm not taking the chance of being jumped anyway." Besides, he'll follow her just about anywhere. Just, uh, if her pace is a bit speedier, he'll have no complaints. None. ...Maybe.

[ghostthatlingers]

She'll lead the way, mostly because she doesn't trust him to not get them lost. She pulls out the glasses to make sure she's on the right path and when they reach the front door, she's quick to unlock it and push it open. "Get the food put away first."

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey, he didn't get them lost before! He can read maps, thanks. With a heave, he is so glad to get the weight off his arms and nudges open the fridge to start putting the cold shit away. "Next time, you're carrying everything. And me."

[ghostthatlingers]

"Keep telling yourself that." Because spoiler, it's not happening. And while he's blocking the kitchen, she loads up on the clothes to take into the bedroom and get those sorted.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Food stowed, then booze in the cabinet. To be busted out...shortly, he assumes. Or after he cooks. That might be better. But tequila is calling...

So here it is. A date out and some domestic, civilian items done. They could really make this a house together. It's pretty big for just two people, but hey, more room between the two of them. They'll probably need it at some point anyway.

[ghostthatlingers]

She's got the bedroom in some semblance of order and she's quick to get into comfortable pajamas. It's still freezing outside and she's not keen on going out after dark in this weather if she can avoid it.

"Got the shots ready?" she jokes as she enters the kitchen.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"...I can totally get shots ready if it'll make you get out of what you're wearing any faster." Tequila calls them both! Out come the glasses and the bottle. "Should've just come down in nothing, would've been easier."