Yukito & Erin Maki's Apartment

[Elda Forever]

Yukito Maki

She shoved a potato chip up into his face, amused by his surprise, then laughing at him when it crumbled all over them. "Yukito! You failed at eating a chip!" Her laugh was short-lived, however, melding into a heart-wrenching cough. I should probably get her to take something for the cough, but I doubt she'll take it. His mind started to form creative plans to sneak in pills into food so that she wouldn't even realized she had eaten it. But then again, what if she tried to feed that to him as well?

He went back to her earlier comment about Ellie, who seemed to be the main female character on the show, putting up with an introverted and awkward Carl. Somehow, Ellie's sparkling personality was anything but dimmed by Carl's seriousness, instead reaching out to him and pulling him into her laughter as they went through their lives. He reached for a chip of his own, muttering, "Geh....She reminds me of you a little, to be honest." 

"Yukito, I just realized I can't practice like--" she gave a loud sneeze, then, making him jump and making Chica meow.

“Bless you?” he murmured uncertainly, looking to see her with her hands on her face still. Her voice muffled, she told him, "Yuyukun, I need a Kleenex.... or a box of 'em... I think my face is falling off."

“Hold on,” he told her, moving off the couch and fetching a box of Kleenex, a bag to put the used ones in, and for good measure, the throat spray. “Here, “ he handed her the Kleenex box, flopped down beside her again, and held up the throat spray. “It might help...”

He looked back at the screen in time to see a solemn moment, distracted from Erin for a moment as he tried to catch up to what was happening. He could see Carl heading up some very storybook-esque hill, and Ellie falling as she attempted to crawl up after him. “Woah, wait a second. When did they get so old? Crap...” He paused, realizing what he'd said and burying his comment in a nonchalant sip of his Coke.

[GGJ5]

Erin Spenser

"Yukito," Erin started, realizing with a shock that band practice would not be happening with her coughing up a lung. "I just realized I can't practice like--" A sudden sneeze cut her off, and simultaneously made her face feel incredibly puffy. Ugh... yuck.... There was definitely more than sneeze-juice there.

“Bless you?”

She was definitely not moving her hands now. Her eyes shifted towards him, wide with urgency. "Yuyukun, I need a Kleenex.... or a box of 'em... I think my face is falling off." It felt like it... there was too much gunk and not enough of her skull to hold it all, apparently. Yuuuuuck....

“Hold on,” Yukito said, making Erin snicker in her awkward position. Like she'd move! He got up, and not half a minute later was back with tissues and a bag for her, which she would not have thought of. It was kind of cute and nerdy of him. “"Here."

She took a handful of Kleenex and buried her face in it. Another cough came as Erin ditched the crumpled papers, and Yukito just held up the throat spray. She rolled her eyes. "Yukito, that stuff is disgusting!"

“It might help...”

He was probably right. She grunted, rolling her eyes again and taking the throat spray from him. "You hate me," she grumbled before sending spritzes of fresh cherry-flavored nasty down her throat. Afterward, she shook her head at the remaining flavors and reached for the nearest liquid and began chugging the water. Which apparently wasn't a good idea when you were coughing, because that just made her cough more. When she caught her breath, Erin swore, glaring at the water bottle. "Traitor!" She pouted, resuming her position at Yukito's side, drawing comfort from the contact.

“Woah, wait a second. When did they get so old? Crap...”

Erin snickered at that. "Hello, cover of the movie... it's about an old guy and a little Asian boy scout." She giggled, reaching to tickle him. "He turns into a supergrump and the kid sort of ends up undoing the supergrump-ness, and it's totally precious, so watch it so you don't become a grump, either, old-man-driver!"

A few seconds passed, then Erin's cough again reminded her: "Yukito, I can't sing if I'm still sick like this...." That was bad enough, but a sudden thought made her sit up and gasp (then cough). "The party! If it's just a cough I can still go. Right? That's not like, gonna start a plague or something! I don't wanna miss it...." She started to whine, falling back into Yukito's side and feeling miserable and hot.

[Elda Forever]

Yukito Maki

She grumbled and moaned about the throat spray, but after some persuasion she took it, complaining. "You hate me.”

“I would like to kiss you without coughing,” he told her. Among other undesirable liquids. Erin then immediately started chugging water to get rid of the cherry taste in her mouth. Yukito frowned a bit at that. He was sure that nulled some of the medicine's properties, washing out her mouth and throat. “Shouldn't you let it sit a few moments first?” In response, Erin choked on her water, hacking and coughing.

"Traitor!" She pouted, for a second he thought it was aimed at him, then he saw she was sending her water a glare. Yukito pulled her a bit closer and laid his cheek against her hair, turning back to the screen to find out he had missed a notable chunk of the movie in his errand-running.

“Woah, wait a second. When did they get so old? Crap...”

Erin snickered at that. "Hello, cover of the movie... it's about an old guy and a little Asian boy scout." She giggled, reaching to tickle him. He pouted at her, pushing her hands away half-heartedly. Don't tell me you are getting costume ideas. "He turns into a supergrump and the kid sort of ends up undoing the supergrump-ness, and it's totally precious, so watch it so you don't become a grump, either, old-man-driver!"

He pouted at that, pulling his arm from around her and crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, fine then.”

After a few moments, Erin coughed again, turning to him and saying, "Yukito, I can't sing if I'm still sick like this...."

Yukito let out a sigh, “Well, Erin... if-”

Suddenly she let out a dramatic coughing and gasping sound that just felt painful to him. "The party! If it's just a cough I can still go. Right? That's not like, gonna start a plague or something! I don't wanna miss it...."

“Calm down, calm down,” he reassured her, his hand coming around to rest on her shoulder in a gesture of comfort. “We don't know how you'll feel then. Let's wait until the day of the party and then see. If you're not feeling up to it, we'll stay home...” He lifted one shoulder in a shrug, “No big deal. There will be other parties.”

[GGJ5]

Erin Spenser

"You hate me.” Erin took the spray and grimaced, the syrupy flavor no different than acid or something else just as vile slipping down her throat.

“I would like to kiss you without coughing,” came Yukito's simple reply, but Erin didn't respond, too busy chugging down the nearest bottle of water. If she had a Brillo pad, she might be using it on her tongue, too... anything to get rid of that taste! “Shouldn't you let it sit a few moments first?”

Erin started to respond but was too quick-- she choked on the water instead, sending it a pointed glare and declaring it a traitor.

Yukito pulled her a bit closer and laid his cheek against her hair as Erin sniffled a bit more. My face feels puffy... ew...

“Woah, wait a second. When did they get so old? Crap...”

Erin snickered at that. "Hello, cover of the movie... it's about an old guy and a little Asian boy scout." She giggled, reaching to tickle him. He pouted at her, pushing her hands away half-heartedly. Erin ignored the gesture, nestling back into her favorite position. "He turns into a supergrump and the kid sort of ends up undoing the supergrump-ness, and it's totally precious, so watch it so you don't become a grump, either, old-man-driver!"

He pouted again, pulling his arm from around her and crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, fine then.” Erin just grinned at him. After a few moments, she coughed again, which reminded her painfully, "Yukito, I can't sing if I'm still sick like this...."

Yukito started to reply, but another sudden realization hit her, and she gasped (in the way people with colds gasp-- sound effects included). "The party! If it's just a cough I can still go. Right? That's not like, gonna start a plague or something! I don't wanna miss it...."

“Calm down, calm down,” Yukito jumped to immediately, his hand on her shoulder. She frowned at him. He made it sound so easy, like an on/off switch!! "Yukito, it's important!"

“We don't know how you'll feel then. Let's wait until the day of the party and then see. If you're not feeling up to it, we'll stay home...” He lifted one shoulder in a shrug, “No big deal. There will be other parties.”

The comment made Erin pout, giving a little "hmph" sound. It was her turn to cross her arms this time. "I know that, but I really was looking forward to this one.... No practices sucks enough, but no party either would be really, really depressiiiiing!" She turned to sneeze away from Yukito, then sank back into the couch. "My face feels gross and puffy...."

[Elda Forever]

Yukito Maki

"Hello, cover of the movie... it's about an old guy and a little Asian boy scout." She giggled, reaching to tickle him. He pouted at her, pushing her hands away half-heartedly. Erin ignored the gesture, nestling back against him. "He turns into a supergrump and the kid sort of ends up undoing the supergrump-ness, and it's totally precious, so watch it so you don't become a grump, either, old-man-driver!"

He pouted again, pulling his arm from around her and crossing his arms over his chest in protest. “Well, fine then.” Erin just grinned at him. Then, she coughed, and simulateously gasped, realizing that she couldn't practice while she was sick ('Obviously,' he thought) and a second later she realized that the party was probably off the agenda, as well. “Calm down, calm down,” he quickly moved his hand to reassure her, but she just frowned at him, already taking his words as a confirmation.

"Yukito, it's important!"

I know that..but telling you it's likely you won't go is not what I want to say.. He worked his lips contemplatively for a moment, then told her, “We don't know how you'll feel then. Let's wait until the day of the party and then see. If you're not feeling up to it, we'll stay home...”He lifted one shoulder in a shrug, “No big deal. There will be other parties.”

The comment made Erin pout, giving a little "hmph" sound. It was her turn to cross her arms this time. "I know that, but I really was looking forward to this one.... No practices sucks enough, but no party either would be really, really depressiiiiing!" She turned to sneeze away from Yukito, then sank back into the couch. "My face feels gross and puffy...."

Here was one of those moments when he wished he was good at comforting people, even though he couldn't fix anything for them. Erin was good at it, why couldn't he? But he'd failed at making Aidousan cheer up any, he couldn't make his mother happier, and he'd failed at helping Cassie cheer up many times. I just don't want to see you disappointed anymore.. Realizing that he should still try, just because he felt he should, he leaned over and nuzzled her beneath her ear, leaning against her and wrapping his arm around her middle.

“Well, we don't know if we can't go yet, so we could still make the costumes. What ideas did you have for it? He nuzzled her a bit more, then tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her hot cheek. Yukito wondered if he felt cold to her right now, and he wondered if that felt good to her or bugged her. Pulling her closer to his side, he considered for a moment. Erin had made several comments recently about beauty college, and had mentioned needing a model, to which he had always bluntly refused. Nuzzling her a bit more, he slowly began, “Hey, Erin? You still serious about that beautician thing?” His eyes went to the computer screen to watch the chubby boy scout come onto the screen, but he continued nonchalantly, one hand around her shoulder reaching up to play with her hair, “Because I've been needing a haircut, and..I dunno...” he lifted one shoulder, already skeptical that this was one of those dumb ideas he would regret later..

[GGJ5]

Erin Spenser

“We don't know how you'll feel then," Yukito said, ever rational, in light of Erin's sudden tragic news. "Let's wait until the day of the party and then see. If you're not feeling up to it, we'll stay home...”He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “No big deal. There will be other parties.”

Erin harrumphed at that, frowning at him. He didn't get it-- she didn't want to wait until next time, she'd really been looking forward to this one. "I know that, but I really was looking forward to this one.... No practices sucks enough, but no party either would be really, really depressiiiiing!" She turned to sneeze away from Yukito, then sank back into the couch. "My face feels gross and puffy...."

Yukito leaned over and nuzzled her below her ear, holding her close. She sniffled.

“Well, we don't know if we can't go yet," Yukito told her, "so we could still make the costumes. What ideas did you have for it?" He nuzzled her a bit more, then tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. His lips felt so cool against her; little fleeting moments of cool....

Erin glanced up to send him a slightly-worn-out grin. "I've already found some things we could totally put together for a good outfit... but I'm not showing you now," she told him, half-teasing. "I don't feel like it...." She sniffled again, irritated at how nasally her words sounded now. Erin briefly flipped through the file folders of her brain (well, it was more of "controlled chaos" than anything) and couldn't remember the last time she felt this way. It was kind of depressing. She rested against Yukito with a heavier head, hoping the heat in her body would dissipate or something....

“Hey, Erin? You still serious about that beautician thing?”

"You mean a stylist, Yukito?" She'd already decided she liked the word stylist better, because the word beautician made her feel too old. Maybe it was the images of TV shows with ladies with fake-colored-but-really-gray hair squawking on about gossip while botching some pretty girl's hair that turned her off of it. But it had to be stylist for her. "Yeah, just not when I sound like Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer...." Another sneeze, and another tissue into the bag. She could already feel her nose turning red like Rudolf's. Yuck....

Yukito started playing with her hair, a small source of comfort that she hadn't realized she'd loved so much. “Because I've been needing a haircut, and..I dunno...” He shrugged again, and Erin smiled widely.

"You'd let me do that?!" she chirped, voice squeaking a little from the cold's affects. "I love you!" She snuggled close into a prolonged hug. "I have the greatest fiance ever! Okay, before or after the party?" Honestly, Erin hardly felt like going styling-crazy right now, but if he really wanted it and it was a one-time shot, she'd get up and get it done. But it would be a lot more fun if she wasn't risking dripping mucus into his hair and having to say it was a new hair gel...

[Elda Forever]

Yukito Maki

“Well, we don't know if we can't go yet," he told her, as she snuggled against him and sniffled, "so we could still make the costumes. What ideas did you have for it?" He nuzzled her a bit more, then tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. It still felt so hot beneath his touch, soft and feeling strange somehow through that warmth.

Erin glanced up to send him a slightly-worn-out grin. "I've already found some things we could totally put together for a good outfit... but I'm not showing you now," she told him, half-teasing. "I don't feel like it...." He gave a disapproving grunt to that. She was just being lazy and liked surprising him at every opportunity. But no matter...as long as it got her distracted, that was the important thing for the moment. If she was distracted, she could probably fall asleep by accident and get some rest. Her head fell back against his, that glazed look of solemn contemplation already written on her feverish face. When she fell back against him, his hand came up to brush her hair away from the cheek furthest from him, his own cheek against the top of her head as he came to a decision of his own.

“Hey, Erin? You still serious about that beautician thing?”

"You mean a stylist, Yukito?" she corrected, and he half-smirked at her insistence at the name difference. "Yeah, just not when I sound like Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer...." She sneezed again, almost pointedly. Yukito was suddenly hit with the flash of memory from that first year he'd had the flu and Erin had come over. It had been humiliating. He'd been sure that memory would have put her off and made her want to get as far away as possible from him. Especially invulnerable Erin, who didn't get sick. But it had created the opposite effect, hadn't it? As she shoved another tissue into her bag, he started playing with her hair, liking the feel of her hair between his fingers. She thought he was a worry-wart, a party-pooper, and a dozen other phrases she had muttered at him and his warnings. But he didn't like to forget that she was vulnerable, too, just like everyone else. As he played with her hair, he played with the idea in his head, sure he would regret it later but knowing it would surely perk her up.

“Because I've been needing a haircut, and..I dunno...” He shrugged again, glancing over to see her broad grin, her rosy cheeks lifting and her eyes starting to sparkle with glee.

"You'd let me do that?!" she chirped, voice squeaking a little from the cold's affects, making him smirk with amusement. "I love you!" She cuddled close in gratitude, her warm arms around his chilly ones. "I have the greatest fiance ever! Okay, before or after the party?"

He continued to grin, shaking his head. The most ridiculous things got her up on cloud nine. “As soon as you're better. So you have to listen to me, koibito,” he touched noses with her briefly, “And get over this idiot cold or whatever, so I can kiss you properly.” He cuddled a bit closer, then after a minute of watching the old man and the boy completely fail at flying a house with balloons attached to it, he turned to Erin and asked, “Two questions: One, I wonder how many balloons it would actually take to fly a house? And two...is my being cold bothering you, or something? You just feel really warm and I kind of feel like getting close to cool you down.” A smile crept onto his face, and he lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Aaand warm me up too, I guess.”

[GGJ5]

Erin Spenser

“Hey, Erin? You still serious about that beautician thing?”

"You mean a stylist, Yukito?" she corrected automatically. "Yeah, just not when I sound like Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer...." She sneezed again, and wondered if her cold or whatever really did have a sense of humor.

Yukito drew her attention back to him easily. “Because I've been needing a haircut, and..I dunno...” He didn't have to go on anymore. Erin's face split into a grin.

"You'd let me do that?!" she chirped, voice squeaking a little from the cold's affects. "I love you!" She threw her arms around him in a joyful hug. "I have the greatest fiance ever! Okay, before or after the party?"

He just kept grinning, shaking his head. At what, she had no idea. "What?"

“As soon as you're better. So you have to listen to me, koibito.” He touched noses with her briefly, capturing her attention for a few moments more. “And get over this idiot cold or whatever, so I can kiss you properly.”

She couldn't help but grin at that, even if her skin felt too heated and her face felt too swollen. "Me, too..." Ugh, her voice sounded so nasally! "I'm gonna have so much fun with your hair, though... what if we dyed some of it again like you did a while back?"

They settled down for a bit to watch more of the movie. Somehow being sick helped her to sit through a movie longer, Erin thought to herself with a little amusement. It didn't hurt that Yukito was really comfortable, and she didn't want to move from him... After a while, Yukito was the one to break the silence. Being sick makes me weird... “Two questions: One, I wonder how many balloons it would actually take to fly a house? And two...is my being cold bothering you, or something? You just feel really warm and I kind of feel like getting close to cool you down.” A smile crept onto his face, and he lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Aaand warm me up too, I guess.”

Erin let out a subdued giggle. "I don't mind sharing my warmth with you at all." To prove her point, she nestled her face against him, forehead feeling the coolness of his neck. After a beat, Erin answered his second question: "Six thousand and eighty two." The comment was punctuated with another cough and a grunted, "Ow." Being sick was really going to suck...!

[Elda Forever]

Yukito Maki

She sent a grin up his direction at the mention of missing kisses, her rosy cheeks looking child-like but her eyes weary. "I'm gonna have so much fun with your hair, though... what if we dyed some of it again like you did a while back?"

He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. Yukito had dyed his hair pink for her before, and then into a few more demurely colored streaks. He tended to try a lot of new things around Erin, so this should be no different. But it's my hair..One of my few features that I like about myself.. The lengthy amount of time it had taken for those streaks to disappear made him hesitant to show any notable enthusiasm in the endeavor. But if it made her happy to color him like a clown, then he supposed it would be worth it...

A period of time passed without talking while they watched the movie. Yukito was actually the one to speak up first, interrupting their quiet togetherness with a couple of queries: “Two questions: One, I wonder how many balloons it would actually take to fly a house? And two...is my being cold bothering you, or something? You just feel really warm and I kind of feel like getting close to cool you down.  A smile crept onto his face, and he lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Aaand warm me up too, I guess.”

Erin let out a tired-sounding giggle. "I don't mind sharing my warmth with you at all." To prove her point, she nestled her face against him, her clammy forehead against his neck. He wondered if she could feel the sudden speed-up of his pulse, giving a dull little pound through his head. Yukito was very quickly, very powerfully tempted to remove the thin layer of his shirt between himself and her hot skin, to hold her close until he had encased her in his arms. Erin would like that, wouldn't she? So why was he still hesitating? What was he nervous about? She didn't seem to notice, answering his first question – which had been all but forgotten - "Six thousand and eighty two." She coughed, and let out a little complaint, but Yukito arched an eyebrow and chuckled at her random number. But part of him wondered if she had some unknown reason to say that number in particular. He then spent a notable part of the film trying to make a quick, skimming count of the balloons so he could come to some sort of estimate, but it was never in the screen long enough to see.

The old man and the boy scout got hopelessly lost and stranded somewhere in South America, coming across a strange dog with a funky collar that helped him speak. When they messed with the controls, the dog suddenly started going through different languages, including a ”watashi wa hanashi ma”, making Yukito's eyes sparkle a bit. “He reminds me of Aidousan's dog...” After a few more minutes, Yukito turned to nuzzle his nose into the space behind Erin's ear, and mimicked the half-brain-dead tone from Dug, saying, “I can smell you!”

[GGJ5]

Erin Spenser

“Two questions: One, I wonder how many balloons it would actually take to fly a house? And two...is my being cold bothering you, or something? You just feel really warm and I kind of feel like getting close to cool you down." Yukito paused, adding with a smile, “Aaand warm me up too, I guess.”

Erin let out a tired-sounding giggle. "I don't mind sharing my warmth with you at all." She buried her face in him, which only muffled the sound of her cough. Erin had a mental image of what each cough was doing to her vocal folds, and it was really starting to irritate her. To distract herself, Erin answered Yukito's question shortly: "Six thousand and eighty two." When Yukito didn't respond to her random number comment, she pouted, shifting her position against him in the hopes of receiving some more attention from him. For the moment, she'd forgotten he was watching the movie, probably trying to analyze the animation or something.

Slowly she turned around back to see the screen, sliding down to lay with her head in Yukito's lap. No position was comfortable for long, apparently, and it was irritating her, too. And her head felt awful. She reached behind her for the tissues and hid her face briefly under another one. "I seriously can't remember the last cold I had," she mumbled, still sounding like cottonballs were shoved up her nose. It was killer.

Dug was running through the half-phrases in a dozen languages. Erin caught the Japanese again, and tried to echo, "'Watashi wa hanashi ma... please stop doing that!' See, if I ever get stranded in Chiba next time we go, I'll be totally fluent because of this movie."

“He reminds me of Aidousan's dog...”

"Awww.... now I want a doooog," Erin drawled out, enjoying the thought of an attentive animal that would play with her rather than the spazzy Chica, who was the epitome of Independent Kitty. She scooted up again to rest against him, arms around him in a prolonged hug. "Wouldn't it be fun, though? If Chica wouldn't like, eat its face off or something," she joked, giving a small laugh.

After a few more minutes, Yukito nuzzled his nose behind Erin's ear, mimicking the movie: “I can smell you!”

"I wonder how?!" Erin joked lamely, giggling. "Does it smell like sneeze? 'Cause that's not an attractive fiancee smell..."

[Elda Forever]

Yukito Maki

"I seriously can't remember the last cold I had," she grouched in a heavily congested voice, her hands searching for tissues while they both watched the screen. By way of response, he reached up and ran his hand through her hair. There was a look of understanding on his face, but he secretly was glad she had some reason to take it easy. Erin smiled when the dog on-screen rushed through several languages, including Japanese. "'Watashi wa hanashi ma... please stop doing that!'” she mimicked, making Yukito's lips twitch toward a smirk. ”See, if I ever get stranded in Chiba next time we go, I'll be totally fluent because of this movie."

Yukito chuckled a little, overlooking the fact that the Japanese part hadn't meant 'please stop doing that'. She was used to him and Aidousan following all their native sentences with a translation. Ah, well. It wouldn't hurt her to think that, he supposed. “I'm sure the phrase will get you far,” he teased, then sat back to enjoy the fact that she was already making plans for their next visit. He liked that she thought about the future like that, even if it wasn't plausible to happen, she still had dreams in store for them. “He reminds me of Aidousan's dog...”

"Awww.... now I want a doooog," Erin drawled out, cuddling up against him. He sensed she would start smooching up to him a lot more in the following minutes.

“I think we're already pushing our luck with the cat,” he told her, his eyes still on the screen.

”Wouldn't it be fun, though? If Chica wouldn't like, eat its face off or something," she joked, giving a small laugh.

Yukito sent Erin a smirk. Oh yes. Very fun. Until we have to clean up the blood and the fur off the ceiling.Their attention returned to the movie for a few minutes, then, until Yukito randomly turned to Erin and started mimicking Dug, sniffing into her neck and hair while declaring, “I can smell you!”

"I wonder how?!" Erin joked, rewarding him with laughter. "Does it smell like sneeze? 'Cause that's not an attractive fiancee smell..."

He pulled back dramatically, considered, then sniffed more heartily, pausing to consider. “You smell like shampoo. And fiancee. And heat.” And you smell amazing, even if you're sick and don't feel well. He shrugged, unable to explain the smell that was uniquely her own. “It smells like Erin. I don't know...it just does.”

[GGJ5]

Erin Spenser

"Awww.... now I want a doooog."

“I think we're already pushing our luck with the cat,” Yukito replied automatically.

”Wouldn't it be fun, though? If Chica wouldn't like, eat its face off or something," she joked, giving a small laugh. But she really did want a dog now....

Yukito sent Erin a smirk. Their attention returned to the movie for a few minutes, then, until Yukito randomly turned to Erin and started mimicking Dug, sniffing into her neck and hair while declaring, “I can smell you!”

"I wonder how?!" Erin joked, rewarding him with laughter. "Does it smell like sneeze? 'Cause that's not an attractive fiancee smell..."

Yukito pulled back, making Erin eye him curiously. What? Then he went right back into dramatically trying to pick up her scent. “You smell like shampoo. And fiancee. And heat.”

"Heat?" Erin repeated, snickering. "We were talking about a dog, and then you talk about heat, and me? Are you hinting at something?" She started giggling. And coughing, too, but mostly giggling.

He shrugged. “It smells like Erin. I don't know...it just does.”

"Maybe you just smell my shampoo," she teased back, though his words did make her feel bubbly inside, for whatever reason. "I'mma laugh when I change it and I start not smelling like Erin, and then you think I'm like a cyborg copy or something. Then you'll start calling me like, Karen or something...."

[Elda Forever]

OOC: Time to start wrapping this up, love? It has been going on for a few posts. XDD I kind of skipped some of the movie time-wise. <_< BIC:

Yukito Maki

Yukito pulled back, making Erin eye him curiously. Then he went right back into sniffing her in a goofy way, finally declaring, “You smell like shampoo. And fiancee. And heat.”

"Heat?" Erin repeated, snickering. "We were talking about a dog, and then you talk about heat, and me? Are you hinting at something?" She started giggling through her hacking coughs. Yukito tilted his head at her, not understanding what she was talking about.

“I get the feeling that you just made a dirty joke,” he said slowly, unsure. Then, with a shrug, he referred back to their previous topic, trying to explain himself but unable to do so. “It smells like Erin. I don't know...it just does.”

"Maybe you just smell my shampoo," she teased back, "I'mma laugh when I change it and I start not smelling like Erin, and then you think I'm like a cyborg copy or something. Then you'll start calling me like, Karen or something...."

“Karen? It rhymes with Erin...” At that, Yukito chuckled. But when he quietly added, “It's not your shampoo,” there was a little tone of seriousness to it. Before she could respond, though, he turned back to the television, finding the old guy and the boy clambering eagerly into the cave of another old guy. Dug was given a cone around his neck as 'punishment' for losing the bird Kevin along the way, and Yukito accidentally let out a snort at the look on Dug's face, nearly spitting out the coke he'd been drinking.

”I do not like the cone of shame.” Dug moaned.

“Nice...” Yukito added. “A cone of shame...”

[GGJ5]

Erin Spenser

“You smell like shampoo. And fiancee. And heat.”

He set himself up for that. "Heat?" Erin repeated, snickering. "We were talking about a dog, and then you talk about heat, and me? Are you hinting at something?" She started giggling through her coughs.

“I get the feeling that you just made a dirty joke,” Yukito said, making Erin laugh and cough more. "You're killing me!" she announced bubbly.

“It smells like Erin," Yukito said, sticking with the topic at hand. "I don't know...it just does.”

"Maybe you just smell my shampoo," she teased back, "I'mma laugh when I change it and I start not smelling like Erin, and then you think I'm like a cyborg copy or something. Then you'll start calling me like, Karen or something...."

“Karen? It rhymes with Erin...”

"That's why I said it!" Erin pointed out.

"... not your shampoo,” Yukito protested softly. Erin just smiled. Why so serious?

Suddenly, Yukito let out a snort mid-Coke-sip, making Erin burst into more coughs, covering up the laughter he prompted. She managed to look at the screen to see what provoked such a goofy response from her typically-reserved fiance, and saw the poor puppy pouting in his cone of shame. "Awww, Dug!"

”I do not like the cone of shame,” the literal underdog whimpered.

“Nice...” Yukito added. “A cone of shame...”

"That's what's gonna happen to you if you make me hack up a lung with another giggle-snort fit," Erin chided playfully, resting comfortably against him. She looked up at him with a teasing smile. "You could make it a new trend.... set examples for all the other fiances, right?" A pause, then it was Erin who whimpered instead of the dog. "It's still hot...."

[Elda Forever]

Yukito Maki

When he snorted some of his Coke through his nose, Erin burst into a coughing fit from all the laughter. While he was happy to amuse, he didn't enjoy the strange sensation of laughing mid-sip and having it jump and pop through his windpipe. Erin looked up and saw the dog on-screen moan at the inflicted punishment from his fellows on the underdog. "Awww, Dug!"

”I do not like the cone of shame,” Dug whimpered, his expression likely the cause of Erin's sympathies.

“Nice...” Yukito added, snorting with amusement. “A cone of shame...”

"That's what's gonna happen to you if you make me hack up a lung with another giggle-snort fit," Erin chided playfully, resting comfortably against him. She looked up at him with a teasing smile, while his jaw dropped and he let out a few protesting sounds. "You could make it a new trend.... set examples for all the other fiances, right?"

“As if,” he guffawed, letting out a chuckle. “Don't even think about it.”

A pause, then it was Erin who whimpered instead of the dog. "It's still hot...."

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, testing her temperature. “You're still warm. Maybe we should call it quits for now and just go lay down in bed.” He sent her a smirk. “Yeah, I'll go with you. Come on. We can finish the movie later. I'll give you something to bring the fever down a bit and see if we can't get you to get some sleep.”