Sep 25, 2008 15:27
She hadn't actually thought this through after the part where she found Roger and said thank you to him. Very few of their conversations had ended what Tosh would call well, but still, she felt that she should try. She was dating his best friend after all.
"Roger?" She tapped on the door frame, calling his name softly, "it's Tosh."
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Roger blindly reached for his watch off the nightstand and snatched it up to squint at it tiredly. Yup. It was officially Ass O'Clock in the morning. And someone was fingering at his curtain like an attention-starved kitten.
It's Tosh.
And suddenly Roger was upright. Had he been awake, he figured his balls would be working on scrambling up into his stomach and taking shelter there until the winter was over. Tosh. And he was in nothing but his pirate boxers. That didn't stop him from kicking the covers off and padding the short distance to the curtain.
"Mmn, 'ey, Tosh," Roger croaked, wincing as the artificial light poured in from the hallway. And there he stood, squinting and scratching a hand through his hair, completely shirtless in front of his best friend's girlfriend. "'S up?"
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"I'm sorry-" she was, her face pulling down as she took a step back, slightly dismayed, "I didn't mean to wake you. Should I come back later?"
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"It's not gonna bite you," Roger murmured at the look on Tosh's face and he held out a hand in pause. "Just... let me put something on." He pulled the curtain closed before she could say anything. He sleepwalked over to his trunk and pulled out a pair of torn jeans and his Only The Good Die Young shirt. Once into them, he opened the curtain and rubbed his eyes.
"You wanna stand in my doorway or you wanna get some coffee?" He was going to need coffee, he figured.
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