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Feeling like off-duttying tonight, officer? *smirks, not lowering his voice at all. And still hanging from Lassie's shirt, like an oversized clip on Shawn toy*

Fine... *sighs* I guess we'll have to do this the hard way.

Oh, Carly.... *puts a hand on his chest, then wipes an imaginary tear away* That's gotta be the most unromantic proposal since Jeff Miranda proposed to Snookie on the cover of that magazine!

*his face doesn't even react, he was expecting Shawn to be indiscrete about any leway Carlton gave him. That didn't mean his stomach didn't lurch a bit, but that could have been the position he was in* I'm busy tonight.

It's the only way to do it.

*snorts and shakes his head* You'll get a penguin before you get that.

Is it bridge night? Because that would be a total reasonable reason to call off a night of wild 0690's.

There's always the Shawn way to do it.

*pouts, cocking his head to the side, 'till his cheek brushes his shoulder* But I'm alergic to penguins, Carly! Trust me, I learnt the nasty way.

No, I have other plans that don't involve bending myself to your wants. *he says, still bent over*

What does the Shawn way of doing it look like?

Really? What do they do to you then?

That's funny... *rubs the fabric of his shirt with his thumbs, his face blank in disappointment* Because I thought I was doing the bending over. *shrugs* If you're willing to change that I'm game!

It often looks like a 80s sitcom, with extra falling on a couch while laughing and solving our problems with a hug.

Telling you would ruin 13 years of therapy.

*finally moves one hand to disentangle it from his shirt* Why don't you just remember that postition for another night? I'm sure it'll keep.

Do we have to do that in public in a coffee shop at all?

Tell me. I want to know. I'm sure your mom will fix you again just fine.

Oh, c'mon, Carly! Doing your laundry late at night can't possibly be worth turning this down! *his right hand resists, though. It hangs to his shirt like a kitty on a motivational poster*

If you wanna do it in private then you'll to get a twin and a couple of blonde wigs. *shrugs* Don't ask, it's a rule.

I bet that's what your therapits say all the time....

Are you under the mistaken impression that I live in an apartment black and need to do my laundry at night? *tries to wriggle his fingers beneath Shawn's to prise them open*

... Are you not so subtly telling me about a fantasy you might have?

What would you know about what my therapists say?

That sounds kinda like apartment-ism. Gus would so bitchslap you if he could hear you right now. *his fingers won't let go. His legs support this motion by wrapping themselves around his ankle* Dude, seriously, what could be possibly more interesting than hanging with me?

Not at all. I'm just subtly implanting an idea in your head.

It's a psychic's hobby. It was either reading yoru therapist's mind or collecting cuppons.