I picked Lizard. Lizard totally beats your paper. Lizard eats paper.
*Uh huh, yup. He'd just introduced Quinn to the joys of Rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock). Aka, the superior way to play the game. He played it with Stevie like this, and he was bored and trying to coax her into playing.*
Still, I only know rock-paper-scissors. Trying to learn this new one.. [Oh god, she had a headache now.] Can we play something else? Or just do something else? [Cranky/confused Quinn isn't in a good mood.]
It's easy. *He paused though, and shrugged a shoulder before he nodded slowly. He didn't think he should tell her how Stevie had picked it up and loved to play it. He really didn't want to make her cranky. Cranky Quinn was not the easiest girlfriend to have.*
[This little crack!spawn is used to people looking at her. She's super pretty and adorable and a BAMF. She acts like a puppy and everyone else does cause she's just that awesome. Like most four year old's, when in doubt, toss your dress over your head at the adult staring at you. Why, yes, Quinn: those ARE Cinderella underwear.]
No, not a problem at all. [She rolled her eyes and moved around him, but stopped when she was at his side, talking softly.] You know, if you want to keep acting like we've never had feelings for each while we're in public, fine. Just don't expect me to do the same.
[He was still angry. He didn't want to want her anymore, but he did.]
[Frustrated, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the janitor's closet (cliche, he knew, but it was the closest place with no one around) and slammed the door.]
Stop it, Quinn! Jesus, just stop... Do you have any idea how fucking much I wanna be with you? I can't, goddammit.
[But somehow, that kind of seems to be forgotten when he catches a glimpse of her lips, and leans forward to kiss her hard.]
And why not? Bec-- [Words were cut off when Puck was kissing her and she at first didn't know how to act. The last time they kissed, Puck pulled away. But she couldn't. A hand gripped his neck and pull him more against her as she returned the kiss.]
[His hands threaded through her blond waves, before he put his hands on her hips and pulled her flush against him. There were a million and one reasons for him not to do this, but he couldn't think of any of them at the moment. All he could think of was how fucking good it was to have her in his arms again.]
I picked Lizard. Lizard totally beats your paper. Lizard eats paper.
*Uh huh, yup. He'd just introduced Quinn to the joys of Rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock). Aka, the superior way to play the game. He played it with Stevie like this, and he was bored and trying to coax her into playing.*
Still, I only know rock-paper-scissors. Trying to learn this new one.. [Oh god, she had a headache now.] Can we play something else? Or just do something else? [Cranky/confused Quinn isn't in a good mood.]
It's easy. *He paused though, and shrugged a shoulder before he nodded slowly. He didn't think he should tell her how Stevie had picked it up and loved to play it. He really didn't want to make her cranky. Cranky Quinn was not the easiest girlfriend to have.*
[This little crack!spawn is used to people looking at her. She's super pretty and adorable and a BAMF. She acts like a puppy and everyone else does cause she's just that awesome. Like most four year old's, when in doubt, toss your dress over your head at the adult staring at you. Why, yes, Quinn: those ARE Cinderella underwear.]
No, not a problem at all. [She rolled her eyes and moved around him, but stopped when she was at his side, talking softly.] You know, if you want to keep acting like we've never had feelings for each while we're in public, fine. Just don't expect me to do the same.
[He was still angry. He didn't want to want her anymore, but he did.]
[Frustrated, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the janitor's closet (cliche, he knew, but it was the closest place with no one around) and slammed the door.]
Stop it, Quinn! Jesus, just stop... Do you have any idea how fucking much I wanna be with you? I can't, goddammit.
[But somehow, that kind of seems to be forgotten when he catches a glimpse of her lips, and leans forward to kiss her hard.]
And why not? Bec-- [Words were cut off when Puck was kissing her and she at first didn't know how to act. The last time they kissed, Puck pulled away. But she couldn't. A hand gripped his neck and pull him more against her as she returned the kiss.]
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*Uh huh, yup. He'd just introduced Quinn to the joys of Rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock). Aka, the superior way to play the game. He played it with Stevie like this, and he was bored and trying to coax her into playing.*
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[Frustrated, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the janitor's closet (cliche, he knew, but it was the closest place with no one around) and slammed the door.]
Stop it, Quinn! Jesus, just stop... Do you have any idea how fucking much I wanna be with you? I can't, goddammit.
[But somehow, that kind of seems to be forgotten when he catches a glimpse of her lips, and leans forward to kiss her hard.]
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*Uh huh, yup. He'd just introduced Quinn to the joys of Rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock). Aka, the superior way to play the game. He played it with Stevie like this, and he was bored and trying to coax her into playing.*
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[Frustrated, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the janitor's closet (cliche, he knew, but it was the closest place with no one around) and slammed the door.]
Stop it, Quinn! Jesus, just stop... Do you have any idea how fucking much I wanna be with you? I can't, goddammit.
[But somehow, that kind of seems to be forgotten when he catches a glimpse of her lips, and leans forward to kiss her hard.]
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