as_damaged | ☤ twenty-three

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[For a moment there is nothing but quiet panting, someone trying to catch their breath. When she speaks it's in a low tone, stumbling over words. She's clearly just this side of a full panic.]

I figured I'd be fine as long as I just stayed in today, but I guess someone figured out I was at home. Every now and then I can-- [She pauses, and if you listen closely you can hear a heavy pounding in the background.] Can hear them trying to get in. I keep hoping they'll get bored and give up on me but so far...

[Cameron laughs quietly, obviously on edge.]

Midnight can't come quick enough... and it's not even Halloween yet. Can't wait to see what that brings....

[ooc; IT'S A TRAP. come and save her, she will try to eat you, and given that she's been taking self-defense lessons she might have more of a shot than otherwise expected >D If you are okay with being bitten/eaten/killed and tossed in the fridge for later munching, please to let me know ♥ ALSO PLEASE FORGIVE LATE POSTING I HAD A TEST. SOB.]

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He laughs, and flushes, looking down as he shakes his head, "I'm thinking about a halloween costume."

Though, that's something to think about. Huh. "Would I suit a moustache?"

She shouldn't even dignify that with a response. Then again, if he didn't know she was physically attracted to him by now...

"Maybe." Head tilted, she considers it for a moment. "I think you could pull it off." A pause.

"...Cary Elwes?"

He's thought about it, but grooming has been part of the routine for too long now for him to really know what he'd look like fuzzy. Her option doesn't lack merit, though, so maybe he'll let it grow the next blue moon he gets time off on.

Smiling slightly at her question, he gestures to himself and explains, "The Dread Pirate Robert?"

Chase has always been so clean-cut, it's tricky to imagine anything different. If she's lucky, he'll try and she won't like it-- but that seems unlikely.

It could simply be that she's too tired to be guarded, but that gets a laugh, a genuine smile out of her. "I can see it."

Maybe it would be a good moment to play the hero, sweep her off her feet and lay her out on the bed, but he doesn't want to push anything after he's gotten a smile from her. It's not even a coy one. He leans against the frame of the bedroom door, willing to watch rather than escort her those last few steps.

"Come to the halloween party and you probably will see it," a slight wrinkle of his nose, "If I can find the black tights."

Her head's cleared a bit, and so she makes it from the door to the bed without so much as stumbling, though she sits as soon as she gets there. No reason to push her luck.

"House will have a field day," she teases, still smirking a bit. His suggestion isn't quite an invitation, and she doesn't turn it down. It could, after all, be fun.

"I was hoping he'd think it's too easy," he says, raising his eyebrows in hope of agreement with this near impossible prospect. House doesn't think candy canes are too easy, Chase isn't in for much luck with man-hose.

Maybe he should reconsider.

For now, though, he pushes himself up from the doorframe, considering the late hour and his shift schedule in the morning. "You're okay?"

"When has any shot been too cheap?" she counters, leaning back and crossing her ankles. Not that she means to discourage him. But the man deserves to know the risks inherent in his plans. "But he'd find something to say no matter what you wear."

All she wants to do right now is sleep. "I'll be fine. Really."

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