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Who: Emori (

emori) & John Murphy (

mofi)
What: Emori was granted werewolf physiology and had a dream she turned into a dog. She texts her ex boyfriend against her better judgement. Now he's coming over...
When: Dec 2
Where: Emori's room in Clarke's house.
Warning(s): TBD

[Emori tucked the device under her pillow and waited. Would John walk in or knock? Would he lay facing her or behind her? Would it be weird? Yes. Probably.

She shifted under the blanket of the sparse bed and inspected her pajamas. A thin shirt and her underpants. Phew okay, Emori, you're playing with fire. On the bright side, thinking about sexually harassing Murphy took her mind off the horrible dream.

There was skin ripping and bones shifting, rearranging.

...then she went to eat out of the garbage can. The next thing Emori knew, she was in bed, with a stomach pain and a vague fuzzy feeling. Emori stared at the ceiling when out of the corner of her eye, she saw John's shadow underneath the door.]

John? It's unlocked.

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[ To say that Murphy isn't nervous is a downright lie. It takes him a little while to even venture out of his little room. Clarke invited them into her home and Murphy has been keeping to himself mostly. If he isn't in his room, he was doing a little exploring. And, when he is here, Murphy keeps himself hidden in his room.

But now Emori has asked him to go into her room.

It's just to keep her company, Murphy reasons with himself. That's all. Nothing more and nothing less. It's hard not to wishfully think, however. He's about to knock on her door when Emori lets him know that she knows that he's there and that the door is unlocked.

He sighs and slowly turns the doorknob, pokes his head inside of her room. ] Hey. Is it okay for me to come in?

[Emori jerks up, surprised even though she told him to come in.] Yeah, that's why I said it was unlocked. [She pauses, considering the gravity of her words.] Didn't you say you wanted to be a spoon with me?

[She doesn't want to be too forward, doesn't want to rush into anything that will just break her heart again. But she wants to be near John, always always, and having him near her again is killing her.

Either way, she kicks her blanket so that it billows up.]

I was being polite. I didn't just want to barge in. You could have been busy doing something. [ Like, you could have been naked, Murphy thought. ]

Yeah, I remember saying something like that. [ Murphy smirks. He didn't forget their conversation. ]

[ He's wearing comfortable clothes already, having changed out of his jeans and shirt. Slowly Murphy approaches her bed and crawls around her instead of over her and drops himself behind her. ] Big spoon, right?

[Emori's thin blanket is still wrapped around her when he drops down behind her body. She goes to tug it out from under him gently, while replying to him.]

Unless you need to be the little spoon? I just ... I don't want to have anymore dreams.

[Once the blanket is up off of her, she realizes she's not wearing pants. Well, Murphy, enjoy that.]

No, No. You're the one who needs the comforting and, you may have forgotten, but I make a pretty good big spoon. [ His tone is light and playful. Murphy isn't thinking all too hard on the words he's using but Murphy's not trying to upset her.

His eyes automatically flit down to inspect what's under the covers, that's when he notices that Emori isn't wearing any pants. Quickly, before Emori notices, Murphy brings his attention up to her face. ] So just lay on your side and let me hold you.

[Emori's smile is genuine and she feels all warm and fuzzy inside. Her blanket is maybe the size of a twin bed but she tosses some of it over John's hip.]

Come closer, then.

[She turns away from him and brings her hands up to shove under the pillow. Her headwrap is left on the nightstand, her hair is still a little wet from a shower (those didn't come very often where she used to live). Her lips bunch up nervously and she stares at the wall.]