Oh those lovely lawsuits

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya reached out to slap her alarm clock and pulled the covers over her head. She really didn't want to get out of bed today. The very idea of going into the courtroom scared her. Yes, she'd have to get over that eventually, but suing...suing just gave her the creeps. It felt like things were out of hand. Out of control.

She hated that feeling.

That meant she wanted to stay in bed. Sadly, she could smell coffee. And the snooze button wasn't where it was suppose to be...in fact, her alarm wasn't where it was suppose to be. "The hell?" she muttered from within the blankets.

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[sliceitwithwind]

"Mmm. Yes and no. We're wearing suits and lab coats. It makes me look less like someone who breaks knees for a living."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Oh, LAB MONKIES!" she broke out giggling and finally started on the crumbled remains of her muffin. "Sitting in the front row looking at me when I'm on the stand..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Supporting you!" Dilan says, wounded, "I mean, we do look like thugs otherwise! Me more than Braig, but still!"

[mitochondriaaya]

"You're the most brilliant thug I know!" she was ever supportive! "Less violent than Braig and I though...odd that. Can I take pictures?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"...Thanks, Aya." Dilan says, tossing his napkin at her face. He's still not used to being so...big. Intimidating. Big. "Yeah, if you want. Should I shave?" he rubs his sideburns, not his chin. His chin is always shaved.

[mitochondriaaya]

She squeaked and almost ducked the napkin. She didn't think he was intimidating! He was...Dilan. "No way! Do you know how many of your fanclub members would kill me if I asked you to shave?" she dragged her feet out of his lap so she could lean across the table and fuzzle his cheeks.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Tell me I don't really have a fanclub. Please." That'd be just weird. It's okay for the girlfriends to like him, but...weird.

[mitochondriaaya]

"How do you not know that?" she blinked "They kinda follow you around, usually go out of their way to ask you little things?" she prompted. Maybe she only noticed because she was a girl?

"You're one of the hottest things at your campus, paired with Braig and it's pretty much a given that you've got a club."

[sliceitwithwind]

"...I thought they were undergrads." he says slowly, tilting his head, "I mean. They're not the girlfriends."

He likes girls. He likes having many girlfriends. He's very DEDICATED to his girlfriends and doesn't look past them.

[mitochondriaaya]

"No, they're you're fanclub. I've been cornered and grilled about you both before..." she was falling back into giggles "...most of them want to know what 'makes the grade' and all that."

[sliceitwithwind]

"That is so weird. So very, very weird." he says, bemused as all get out.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Not that weird Dilan. Deep breaths..." she fuzzled his cheeks again then triumphantly showed him her clean plate. "You're just hot. It happens."

[sliceitwithwind]

He breathes deeply for a moment, then says, "Girls are weird."

[mitochondriaaya]

'Well, yeah, you should already know that." she pointed out. After all, he had her, and a passel of girlfriends. "Do you think Braig knows?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"With his ego? Yeah, I'm sure of it." Dilan says, laughing softly and shaking his head.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Bet he charges for signatures...or stuff you guys have owned..." she grinned and went to wash her plate. "Missing any pencils lately? Or hair bands or...?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I don't use hair-bands, and I scatter things behind me enough that it'd be easier for people to just follow and pick them up." he's joking because it's really uncomfortable to think about. After the one semi-stalker ex he and Braig shared...

[mitochondriaaya]

"I'm joking. Braig doesn't need the cash." she grinned and snagged his plate too, after all, she already had a soapy sponge! "I'll get jealous if they start stealing your shirts though. Your shirts and Braig's belong to me!" cause they were comfy and she wore them to rags!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yes, dear." he says, patting her on the head, "Eat your muffin."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I did!" she groused, lifting her face to try and bite his fingers "Are you going to make me eat another?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"...Yes." he's doubtful she's going to eat lunch.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Muffin monger." as name calling went it fell a little flat, but she picked up another muffin anyway. "I'm not going to waste away in a day you know!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"So I don't trust you to actually eat when I'm not around." he says, huffily, "Can you blame me?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"I'd eat!" really, she would....remember...most the time..."What do you think I do when you're not here huh?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Starve until you nearly drop and then grab whatever is closest." he says promptly.