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[apathy,]

Light stopped once he heard the voice of Sophia, which made him roll onto his side and push the pillow off his face. So, where am I sleeping? He asked rather politely as he sat up and put his hands in his lap. He didn't really want to even go out to dinner, it was mostly up to Sophia. Light knew that she was the type of girl to complain about not having rights, and what not. Forced to stay home and take care of children. He coughed lightly and ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

Pulling himself to get off of the comfortable bed he figured he might as well get used to sleeping on that couch in the living room. A groan escaped from his mouth as he passed Sophia and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. After a while he let his arm fall to his side and strolled into the living room once again. Soap... do you even want to go out tonight? He pondered hoping that she said no. Don't say that Oh, it's up to you. We're all human, you just have more attractive features. He smirked zoning out for a couple seconds.

Giving a shake to the head he plopped himself on the couch. His goal was to find a comfortable spot to lay in, since he just knew that he was going to sleep on the couch. It just wasn't comfortable to even lay on, but he would have to get used to it. The young man just buried his head into the couch's arm and lazily placed his hands around himself. One arm dangled off, and the other just laid at the side of him.

Rockit

{ - mood disappointed - } | { - relationship married - } | { - being crushed on by soap - } | { - location living room - }
{ - actions laying - } | { - crushing on soap - } | { - talking to Soap. - }

[abandoned.]

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Sophia “Prophet” Wright
“If life is a fairy tale, then where's my happy ending?”

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Sophia looked at Light after he asked her where he was sleeping. Huh. She hadn't really thought about that. Honestly, she had forgotten all about it. Her eyes shifted to the empty spot of the bed and she stared blankly at it. It didn't seem right to send him out to the couch. Besides, it wouldn't be comfortable for him and his feet would probably dangle off the end. Her? She could fit more easily and find a comfortable position to sleep in pretty quickly. 

Sophia--or Soap, seeing as Light would probably never use her real name now--was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt his arm around her shoulder. She looked away from the space on the bed before looking up at Lighter. "Um..." she said. Wait. How was he able to tell that she was already going to just tell him it's up to him? She couldn't be that readable, could she? Standing next to him, Sophia realized how much taller he was than her. She didn't even meet his rib cage[Sophia ish like: D; on the inside xD]. "I'm short..." she mumbled, before shaking her head. "Not really. I want to...get used to all of this first."

Following him back to the loving room, she watched him lay down on the couch and her suspicions were confirmed. He was too tall to sleep there. "You should sleep on the bed. The couch is...smaller than you are. I'll fit better," she said, shrugging. Sure, they would be expected to be sharing a room right now, but it didn't mean they had to now. Probably when their families came to visit. 

Shaking her head, Sophia went to the closet and looked up to see the camera on the highest shelf. She frowned briefly, staring at it, before she turned on her heels and went and grabbed a chair for her to climb up onto. Once up on the chair, she leaned forward, reaching her arm out, only to find she was about a foot or so off.

[apathy,]

Light stared over at her, his head lifted as she started to climb up on the chair. What is she doing? The quick thought drifted into his mind before catching the glimpse of the camera. Or, we could share a bed. He smirked deviously snapping his jaws in a playful, yet cute way of his. I promise I won't try anything.. He added with a suggestible smile, he crawled off the seat and stood up making his way over to soap.

Gripping his hands around her waist he soon lifted her up and put her on the ground. You aren't taking any pictures of me. He chuckled sliding his hands off her waist and gripping the sides of the chair. I didn't want to go out anyways. He laughed placing the chair back in the dinning room along with the rest of it's species. He looked back over to Sophia with a questionable look on his face. Soap. Parents are coming over in the next week. He commented quietly to himself, how much stress did he need to go through? His parents were up tight, and of course he was forced to go to school to become a doctor. Like, his father. He didn't want to be a doctor, although he just wanted to make the man happy he couldn't refuse. Plus, he was already going to school.

Why couldn't he just have a kid when he was twenty one? He didn't want a child, well he did. But, he would be mad if it was a girl, he wanted a boy. What was so bad about that? Then the thought of what it would look like. Well, if it was a boy, he'd most likely have blonde hair, or a dirty blond like his father. Hopefully the height of his father, he just wanted everything little feature that he had to go into the kid. He could care less what the girl looked like, he just hoped she wasn't as pretty as his mother. [xD] Maybe a little taller though.

Rockit

{ - mood disappointed - } | { - relationship married - } | { - being crushed on by soap - } | { - location living room - }
{ - actions laying - } | { - crushing on soap - } | { - talking to Soap. - }

[abandoned.]

((Gee Light. Sophia loved you too .__." she's so short xD I keep imagining it and she has to tilt her head up to talk to him or make eye contact or she's just staring somewhere below his run cage...his stomach?))

aka Prophet
"If life is a fairy tale, then where's my happy ending?"
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Sophia stared up at the camera, her arm having dropped down to her side. She frowned thoughtfully, trying to find another way to get the camera down. Vaguely hearing Lighter, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. "If that's what you think is best..." she said, her voice trailing off as she looked back into the closet. A broom. That's what she needed. She needed a broom.

Just as she was turning to climb down from the chair carefully, she felt hands around her waist and then she was up in the air for a few seconds before she felt her feet touch the ground. She opened her mouth to say something about not using the camera to take pictures with it, but stopped. What was she going to do with the camera anyways? Oh. Right. She could hide it so he wouldn't be able to take more pictures of her.

Hearing the last thing he said, Sophia refocused her attention on him, studying him. She nodded, "Next week..." she repeated. Wow. Not much time to really work up to sharing a room together and getting used to it. She would have to suck it up and deal with sharing a room, let alone a bed, with Light. "I guess we have to get used to sharing a...room and bed before your parents get here," she mumbled. 

What were her parents like? She didn't remember seeing them at the wedding, mainly because she hadn't been paying attention. She'd been numb that day. Her own parents? She adored them. Well, used to. They weren't around anymore and even after four years, it was hard for her mind to wrap around their deaths. They had been so kind and..just nice. It was easy to feel at home with them. Her grandfather? He was a whole different story. He was strict, stern, and harsh. Hopefully, he wouldn't decide on visiting anytime soon.

 

((This was a fail ;~; at least in my opinion.))

[apathy,]

Light stood in the dinning room, hearing her comment about getting used to sharing a bed. It wasn't like he had ever shared a bed with some random girl, it was forbidden by his father. Plus, Light couldn't keep secrets that well. Haha. Share a bed with someone, that'll be a first. The comment just slipped out, he quickly covered his mouth. The blood rushed to his cheeks and forehead. Leaving his face a deep redish color. Biting his bottom lip he covered his face with his hands. He wasn't the type to be seen blushing, yet he rarely blushed, when he did, everyone just laughed at him.

He allowed his face to become his normal pale skin color and he let his hands drop to his sides. Isn't it a wonderful day? He questioned with a fake laugh. He was nervous, mostly bracing himself for the sudden laughing of his new wife. I'll buy you a dog if you never bring this up again. He smirked making his way back into the living room. He stood behind her, pulling her close to him. A hand clutched over her mouth. Never speak of this. He was just making a big deal out of this, but he was laughing while he said it. So, it was mostly just a big joke.

He released his grip and blew some air on his neck with a slight chuckle. He sat down on the couch to watch his dog trot over to him and start nibbling on his feet. Ow.. He muttered looking at him, Rockit lifted his head and tilted it to the side. Getting back to his feet he went into the kitchen. A bag of dog food sat next to a bowl. Filling it he looked at the time. Five. It was five, and he was starving.....

Rockit [ Your do realize, 5'7 is rather tall for a girl. xD ]

{ - mood disappointed - } | { - relationship married - } | { - being crushed on by soap - } | { - location living room - }
{ - actions laying - } | { - crushing on soap - } | { - talking to Soap. - }

[abandoned.]

aka Prophet or Soap
"If life is a fairy tale, then where's my happy ending?"
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Sophia watched as Lighter's face started to turn red. She smiled slightly, a bit amused, but didn't laugh. It was a bit adorable, in her opinion. He seemed embarrassed by the fact that he was blushing, however, and she had to put a fist to her mouth so she didn't laugh. That would've been just mean.

Her eyebrows raised slightly as he questioned her on how wonderful the day was today, in an attempt to cover up the fact that he had just been blushing. She shook her head, "It is a wonderful day," she said, in reply. Feeling him pull her back against him and put his hand over her mouth, she laughed as he told her not to speak of it again and tried to bribe her with a dog. She reached up and pried his hand off from her mouth, turning her head so she could see him. "I believe we already have a dog," she said, smiling. It was a bit strange how quickly she was opening up to Lighter, something many people had to spend months to do. Shaking her head, she watched him get up and feed Rockit. "Do you want something for a snack..? We still have a few hours until dinner."

 

[[meh. Leave me alone. Compared to Lighter, she's short. C: She's 2 1/2 inches taller than me, sadly enough :c I need a new formatting ;c]]

[apathy,]

Light shrugged, tossing his head back to stare at the ceiling. I thought we weren't going out? He commented confused as he turned and exited the room. His feet lightly placing on the ground to lead himself to his office. He had to spend the rest of his life in here. Just 50 more years.. The thought echoed in his mind, he had to retire around 60, or until he wasn't able to see that well. He was already looking forward to retiring. Even though he hasn't even gone to school yet. Monday was his first day. It was saturday.

Placing his hands in his pockets he sat down on his chair. His fingers locking together to hold up his head while placing his feet on the desk. Might as well get used to sitting in the office. At least two kids running around the house. He kind of hoped that he could have a boy, and a girl. But then on the other hand, he kind of wished he couldn't have kids at all. Not on his hand, on hers. He just was scared of the thought of having to kids. Them, running around the house, fighting, crying, stabbing. Throwing food, yelling, all that good stuff. Yo, Soap. How many kids do you want? The question was just asked, he didn't care if it was a little soon to ask. But, they would have to try for kids soon, soon as in, a month? Maybe even a year if he was lucky..

Rockit

{ - mood disappointed - } | { - relationship married - } | { - being crushed on by soap - } | { - location living room - }
{ - actions laying - } | { - crushing on soap - } | { - talking to Soap. - }

[abandoned.]

Sophia Elizabeth Robinson

"We aren't...I figured I should just make dinner early today," Sophia said, shrugging. She sighed, looking back at the closet where the camera was. She would get it whenever he went to sleep. Then, she would hide it and they would never see it again. Mmm..actually, she might take a picture or two of him when he's sleeping, before she hid it. She hadn't yet decided.

Hearing Lighter's question, she frowned. "Um...I...haven't really thought about that...much," she said honestly. Truthfully, she didn't know if she wanted a girl or boy. Maybe both, if possible. But then there would be sibling rivalry and...who knew, the girl's personality might turn out to be like her, rebellious. And of course, like all mothers, she would find that irritating and would then have to consider herself as a hypocrite. Shaking her head, she walked towards the office, looking at him. "How many were you thinking...?"

[abandoned.]

[[Don't know if you'll ever reply to this, since you've told me a few times you would...but if you do, then message me.]]