[ grace can't grin any wider but there is something relieved in her big blue eyes. by design there is something transactional about duplicity and grace doesn't particularly mind for the most part — sex for her is a safe intimacy, no reason to go any deeper most of the time.
except she likes theo, wants to be his fucking friend like a dork because he's sweet and funny and, though she will never admit it aloud because it would probably be the most fucked up compliment on earth: he reminds her of all the best parts of alex. playful and clever and affectionate and unerringly capable of goading grace into a laugh.
and he'll make her bed with her, grace's least favorite chore, so you know, that's up there with helping someone move or driving them to the airport. friend stuff. ]
Thanks.
[ she sort of darts into her bedroom like a skittish rabbit, outracing all the weird feelings in her chest after a month dead to the world. emotions, gross, no thanks! ]
[Theo falls in love easy; romantic love, platonic love, love beyond all labels and confinements, restrictions and boundaries. All it takes is someone making him feel so damn good for him to care too much about them - care more than he's wanted to be willing to - and yet here she is. Skittering away, conning him into changing the bedsheets and he's happily in pursuit. This bitch is such wife material.]
Aw, come on, you have the perfect hands for that karate chop!
[ don't worry, grace makes her bed once a month when she is like "THIS IS IT, I AM GOING TO HAVE A ROUTINE!" and collapses before she manages to put the pillows back on the bed because single handedly making a king sized bed is exhausting.
but with two sets of hands it takes less than ten minutes to get the sheets and blankets and pillowcases replaced and grace wilts onto her side without making theo karate chop the pillow to get the dip that all the home reno shows have. ]
Thank you, I love clean sheets, but I hate effort.
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except she likes theo, wants to be his fucking friend like a dork because he's sweet and funny and, though she will never admit it aloud because it would probably be the most fucked up compliment on earth: he reminds her of all the best parts of alex. playful and clever and affectionate and unerringly capable of goading grace into a laugh.
and he'll make her bed with her, grace's least favorite chore, so you know, that's up there with helping someone move or driving them to the airport. friend stuff. ]
Thanks.
[ she sort of darts into her bedroom like a skittish rabbit, outracing all the weird feelings in her chest after a month dead to the world. emotions, gross, no thanks! ]
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I draw the line at fluffing pillows.
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[ don't worry, grace makes her bed once a month when she is like "THIS IS IT, I AM GOING TO HAVE A ROUTINE!" and collapses before she manages to put the pillows back on the bed because single handedly making a king sized bed is exhausting.
but with two sets of hands it takes less than ten minutes to get the sheets and blankets and pillowcases replaced and grace wilts onto her side without making theo karate chop the pillow to get the dip that all the home reno shows have. ]
Thank you, I love clean sheets, but I hate effort.