//thx! I’m back home, now, so I should be on more regularly :D
“You could,” Anya said thoughtfully. “Except for that couch wouldn’t fit a cat, much less a full grown man.” She paused for a moment to sit up.
“I suppose you could take the left and I could take the right and we could put that body pillow between us…”
//there will be no sexual interaction here right
//I was just thinking about a Pinterest post I saw about how the two ppl have an arrangement like what Anya’s suggesting and then they wake up and the pillow is either smushing one person and giving the other pretty much the whole bed, or the pillow has been ignored lol
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(I’ve seen that. Lol. The second would be funny.
No, there will not be.)
Spencer blushed slightly and nodded. “Sure, that would work. As long as you’re okay with it.”
//ok good :)
“I’m the one who suggested it, aren’t I?” Anya joked, standing up. “Alrighty, we should probably unpack. At least look like we’re intending to stay a while.”
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Spencer chuckled and grabbed their bags, bringing them to the bedroom. “Do you want the top two drawers or the bottom two?”
“I really don’t care,” Anya shrugged. “It’s up to you. You’re taller, so you should probably have the top drawers, if you want.”
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“Words for me,” Spencer said, grinning over at her. He hummed as he unpacked his clothes into the drawers.
Meanwhile, Anya decided to inspect their accommodations. She wandered over to the very small bathroom— “We have a decent bathroom, in case you were wondering,”— before walking back to the main room thingy.
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“Better than a terrible one,” Spencer pointed out, glancing over at her with a smile. “I’m done now, if you want to unpack.”
“Okie dokey,” Anya said, dragging her bag over to the dresser and beginning to place her ‘belongings’ in the bottom drawers. “So what’s our plan?”
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“Hm… Get in, gain their trust, fund out where the info is, get it, run,” Spencer suggested.
“Well, you’re not wrong,” Anya laughed, sitting back on her heels. “I was thinking more details, but yeah, that’s the gist.”
//aka what’s the plan? :P
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(Um… That’s all I have… Any ideas?)
//well… we could decide on a specific location? And specify people, I guess… idk
They’re in New York, right? So we could build off of that…
or we could just make it up as we go along lol
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(I was planning on just making it up as we went. Lol. I’m not good with specific details of plots…)
//same tho
Alrighty, let’s make it up
Wanna start? :P
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(Yup. Should we just go back to the previous scene, then?)
//sure :D
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Spencer described the plan to Anya, then got some food ready. He quickly made a few sandwiches, handing one to Anya. “Here you go!”
//brilliant
Anya accepted the sandwich with a smile. “Thanks. We’re going to need these, if the plan works.”
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(Lol. My complete lack of repeating what I said?)
“Well, I was thinking we’d eat them now, and then sleep,” Spencer chuckled. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving and jet-lagged.”
//well… yeah :P
“You’re not wrong,” Anya said with a smile, already taking a bit out of hers, her writer completely disregarding the fact that she had no idea what time it was.
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(I don’t eiher… Let’s say around six pm?)
Spencer laughs lightly and took a bite out of his own, making his way over to the small dining area table. “Come sit with me.”
//sure :)
Anya picked up her last pair of socks— “Why is everything so frilly?”— and tossed them in a drawer before standing up all the way and walking over to the table to sit down.
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“Apparently, Victoria likes her frills,” Spencer teased as he ate.
“I guess so,” Anya sighed, somewhat disgusted. She ate the rest of her sandwich pretty quickly, then stood up. “I’m going to go get ready to sleep. Hang on…”
She walked over to the set of drawers and opened the first of hers. “I swear, if the pajamas I have to wear are… aRE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Anya held up a pair of pale pink pajamas, decorated with frills at the sleeves and collar.
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Spencer's lips twitched as he held back a smile. "Well, dear, you're going to look darling in those."
“I’m going to look hideous in these!” Anya objected. “Plus, they’re going to itch so bad. Have you ever worn frills? I bet you got sensible pajamas!”
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“Honestly, I’m sure it’ll be fine, Anya,” Spencer chuckled as he finished his own sandwich. He walked over and grabbed a pair of pajamas from his drawer, holding up a pair of red flannels. “I suppose you were right.”
“I detest the wardrobe coordinators,” Anya sighed, taking her pajamas and walking dramatically to the bathroom to change.
