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Can we get a karma bookie event for the chris and smurf meat up?

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so anyway.

chris is in the bathroom, on the morning of day 2. He looks at her toothbrush and thinks about the germs...
he opts to brush his teeth with a generous amount of toothpaste on his finger, then pours some mouthwash into the bathroom cup (dude, that's germ city too, wtf?) and finishes with that.

He finds smurfy in the kitchen, making them eggs for breakfast.
"good morning" he says, and hugs her.
Sure of his minty breath, they kiss, and she says, "sit down. i made breakfast."
"mmmmm... looks good. i'm starving!"
"Sexy time will do that to you," she says.
"Do you have ketchup?"

Smurfy goes and gets it from the fridge, noticing that teh boy has left globs of dried ketchup all over the opening around the cap, which is what boys do.
"thanks," chris says, pouring TONS of it all over his eggs, then rinsing it off in the sink.
Smurfy notices he cleaned the bottle, but decides not to make an excuse for the crusty bottle. it's only ketchup after all. too fucking bad. besides, why the hell did he just drown my eggs in ketchup?

"What do you want to do today?" she asks.
"I don't care."
*silence*
"How'd you sleep?"
"Great. I was so tired. You?"
"Good. It felt good to sleep with you."
"Yeah."
*silence*

"Hey," Smurfy says. "want to go bowling later?"
"Sure. I don't care. I suck at bowling."
"It'll be fun," smurfy says, knowing she's gonna kick his ass at bowling.

*silence*

"I thought maybe I'd make you dinner tonight?" smurfy says, gathering up the plates and putting them in the sink.
"Okay. Cool." Chris answers, wondering why she doesn't just put them in the dishwasher.
"but tomorrow night, i'm taking you out to dinner."
"Okay."

*silence*

the time on the kitchen clock reads 10:18am.
 
10:20am

Chris is looking at the framed photos in the living room, while secretly looking for the tv remote.
"So smurf," he calls out (yeah, he calls her that) "think everyone on EF is talking about us?"
"Omg, lets see," she calls back, and brings her computer into the living room.

They sit next to eachother on the couch while smurfy opens EF.
Chris notices she has 4 pms. That's funny... they aren't from me. I wonder who sent those.
Smurfy goes to the chat forum, ignoring the messages.
huh. she doesn't want to open them in front of me.
"You have messages," he says.
"oh, i know. It's probably just stilleto. Mod stuff"
Yeah. mod stuff. riiiiiight.
"OMG, shrimp made a thread about us!"
"What does it say?" Chris leans in to see.
Back the fuck up, thinks smurfy.
she looks at him at the same time he looks at her and they kiss.

"OMG, they are making bets about how many times I've nutted."
"Should I reply?" smurfy asks.
"yeah, tell them 3 in one day!... NO wait. Don't reply. let them wait. NO! reply, but don't tell them. No wait. reply and tell them some crazy number, like 17."
 
lol
 
"WAIT!" chris says. "lets not say anything. just post a pic."
"of what?"
"my hands on your ass."
"I'm not posting my ass!"
"tits?"
"NO."
"how about us kissing?"
"Ok. hold on."
Smurfy goes and gets her camera, but first deletes 37 'reject' pics that were still on there.
"How should we do this?" she says.
Chris takes the camera and holds it at arms length. Just kiss me and i'll take the picture. They start kissing, but smurfy laughs. "okay. sorry. start again."
They kiss again, but chris can't take the pic. "sorry. I got it now. lets start over."
They kiss again, chris takes a picture of the wall.
"dammit. I have to aim lower. kiss me again."
they kiss again, chris takes a pic of the back of smurfy's head.
"Let ME do it!" she says.
Smurfy takes the camera. they kiss, and she snaps the pic.
"OMG, i look so stupid!" chris says.
"why were your eyes open???"
"i don't know," chris answers.
"Do you always keep them open?"
"I don't know."
what do you mean you don't know. either you do, or you don't.

"lets try it again," she says. "This time, close your eyes."
 
Nothing about chris8675309 leg-wrestling the cat for Cheetohs?
 
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