Re: bards quicklog: marvel apartment
[Jules shook her head and smirked as he puffed up. He was always so certain of himself. It was infectious. She couldn't help but believe what he told her. Then again, she was the world's biggest Ezra Bard mark. But he was right. He normally was. Not always, but mostly. Well, fifty-one percent of the time. Maybe. Regardless, he was right in this moment. She shouldn't have her doubts.
She leaned back against the headboard once more, nodding along with what he was saying as if it were simply fact.] I know. I know. [But no one liked tag teams anyway. They both knew it. Unless the teams were twins. Twins always got over. Maybe they should try to go a singles route? Then she wouldn't feel like she was holding him back. It was easy to be a little intimidated by him when he looked that way. She should take a picture. They could put it up on the Titantron. He belonged up there. On the sides of buses. The whole deal. His sissy shirt made it all that much better.]
I'll feel better after they get back to us. My delicate feminine sensibilities get overwhelmed when I'm put in front of something I so desperately want but is just out of reach. [Her voice had slid into a poor southern accent, the back of her hand pressed to her forehead as she pretended to get faint. A moment later and the façade was dropped, a playful smirk spread on her features.] Sometimes I need you to be strong for both of us. That's why you're my King of Strong Style. [Those last four words were each accompanied by a hefty pat to his cheek, ending the sentence by pinching him the way an annoying grandmother would while jostling his face. She had no plans on letting go but her phone buzzed against the bed twice quickly, letting them both know that she had a reply. Her eyes went wide and Jules quite nearly dove upon the phone, scrambling to get into her email.] Ohpleasepleasepleasepleaseeeee...