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It was early, and Sam didn't have classes on Mondays, so she was, of course, fast asleep.

"Mmmm . . . you are so hot . . . I think I'm in love . . . you want to . . . okay, just pass the gravy. . . ."

[ooc: for an expected one, up late due to clashing schedules]

Date: 2011-11-22 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Freddie, on the other hand, just managed to transform from 'happy sleeping frog on Sam's desk' to 'naked boy falling off edge of said desk and onto the floor'.

"...Pantalones!" he yelped, desperately reaching for anything to preserve his dignity.

Date: 2011-11-22 03:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Freddie clung to that pillow with all his might, and skittered back against a wall.

"I don't suppose you still have the clothes I was wearing?" he whimpered. Ever so manly, that Freddie Benson.

Date: 2011-11-22 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I... kinda noticed," Freddie said, a little awkwardly. "Thanks for, ummm, taking care of me and everything."

He wanted to say something about how it was really nice of her to kiss him to try and fix it, but then another thought/sensation overrode everything.

"Oh sweet chiz, my mouth tastes like bugs," he said, pulling a severely disgusted expression.

Date: 2011-11-22 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Freddie shuddered. "I don't want to do that again," he said, finally spotting his clothes and inching towards them on the floor.

"What happened with iCarly?"

Date: 2011-11-22 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"...that actually sounds like it could've been one of our better bits," Freddie admitted, trying to smoothly maneuver into getting dressed in the corner without exposing himself at all.

It was a little tricky.

Date: 2011-11-22 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I don't think they ever will," Freddie said, finally having at least gotten his pants on, so he felt comfortable enough to stand up in the corner to get the rest of his clothes on.

"I can only imagine what Nevelocity has to say about it all."

Date: 2011-11-22 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Wait, seriously?" Freddie said, his excitement to hurry over and look overriding his shyness about the fact that he was still totally shirtless. "No way, his website is actually down!"

Date: 2011-11-22 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Freddie suddenly was super self-conscious again, and clutched at his chest and let out a little yelp. "I just changed back from a frog!" he said, before scampering off to the corner to retrieve his shirt.

Date: 2011-11-22 05:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Tell her about Nevelocity!" Freddie said, pulling his shirt on in the corner. It seemed like a good change-of-subject subject.

Date: 2011-11-22 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"What?" Freddie said, hurrying back over now that he was fully clothed. He even leaned in over Sam's shoulder. "You're kidding, right? Evil Nevel, the guy who has repeatedly tried to blackmail you into kissing him? iCarly's number one archnemesis?"

Date: 2011-11-22 05:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"We had to Zaplook 'rue' and everything!" Freddie said. "I dangled from wires in his house! You smooshed tapenade in his face!"

Date: 2011-11-22 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Freddie looked over at Sam, and then back to the screen at Carly.

"Uh. Kay," he said. "So... You and Spencer planning a big Thanksgiving?"

"Yeah, because I can trust Spencer with cooking a Turkey," Carly scoffed.

Date: 2011-11-22 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Hey... what are we doing about Thanksgiving," Freddie said, looking over at Sam. "I mean, what with the whole portal system being a nub and all."

Date: 2011-11-22 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Which is different than most days how?" Freddie said, because it was a really valid point.

Date: 2011-11-22 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Freddie side-eyed the screen.

"Hey, she eats a lot of turkey, that's all I'm saying," he said, mildly defensively.

Date: 2011-11-22 06:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Two of what?" Freddie said, totally not getting it.

Date: 2011-11-22 06:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Freddie just pouted.

"See what happens when I'm left alone with her?" he half-whined.

Date: 2011-11-22 07:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'm not the only one not following this, right?" Freddie said.

"I think he must still have the brain of a frog," Carly remarked.

"Does he still have the leeeeegs of a frog?" Spencer added, being Spencer.

"Shush," Carly said.

Date: 2011-11-22 07:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"They are not," Freddie said. "I just have a smaller bone structure. It's genetic. So there."

Oh so mature, Benson.

Date: 2011-11-22 08:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Your... face is scrawny," Freddie retorted.

Date: 2011-11-22 08:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Well it's not like it's easy to do," Freddie said. "You make it so difficult!"

Date: 2011-11-22 08:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Yeah, well... maybe that's exactly it," Freddie said, just sort of throwing up his hands.

Date: 2011-11-22 08:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Freddie's only reaction was to stare at the computer screen like Carly had sprouted a second head.


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