Jake could hear Orlando, how could he not? his mouth was shoved into Jake's ear saying his name over and over again, but he couldn't quite grasp onto consciousness enough to fully wake up.
"JakeJakeJakeJaaaaake..."
"Mmmpf..."
"Jake!"
Really, must Orlando spit in his ear?
"Wha?"
"There's something in the closet. I can hear it. I think it's a ghost."
Jake groaned and tried to turn away from Orlando.
"Jake," Orlando hissed again.
"There's not a ghost in the closet. Go back to sleep."
"Says you. Get me the phone. It's on your side of the bed."
"Wha? Gonna call Ghostbusters?" Jake snorted at his own joke.
"Haha. Funny. No, I'm not going to call Ghostbusters. I need something to throw and the lamp's too awkward."
"You're planning on throwing our phone at a ghost? Aren't you, like, worried about the ghost's lack of...um...solidness?"
"Wasn't it you that just told me there wasn't a ghost in the closet?"
"So you're going to throw the phone at the burglar that's lurking in our closet?"
"I've got good aim. I'll knock him right between the eyes. Bam. Down for the count."
"Uh-huh," Jake said as he pressed his face into the pillow and tried to ignore Orlando.
"Oh my god - the door's opening."
Jake laughed at the slightly squeaky tone of Orlando's voice. He turned and looked toward the closet just in time to see their cat, Fuckit - named by Orlando - push her way out of the closet.
"Eh," Orlando said as he fell back against the bed and flopped to his side. "Nevermind. It's just Fuckit."
"Still need the phone?" Jake muttered.
"Fuck off."
"Just checking."
Jake chuckled into his pillow when Fuckit, thinking she heard her name, jumped up and proceeded to make herself comfortable on Orlando's head.
Served him right. Waking him up in the middle of the night and all.
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RPS, Jake/Orlando, 'Who're you gonna call?' (GHOSTBUSTERS)
Date: 2009-04-13 07:30 pm (UTC)Jake could hear Orlando, how could he not? his mouth was shoved into Jake's ear saying his name over and over again, but he couldn't quite grasp onto consciousness enough to fully wake up.
"JakeJakeJakeJaaaaake..."
"Mmmpf..."
"Jake!"
Really, must Orlando spit in his ear?
"Wha?"
"There's something in the closet. I can hear it. I think it's a ghost."
Jake groaned and tried to turn away from Orlando.
"Jake," Orlando hissed again.
"There's not a ghost in the closet. Go back to sleep."
"Says you. Get me the phone. It's on your side of the bed."
"Wha? Gonna call Ghostbusters?" Jake snorted at his own joke.
"Haha. Funny. No, I'm not going to call Ghostbusters. I need something to throw and the lamp's too awkward."
"You're planning on throwing our phone at a ghost? Aren't you, like, worried about the ghost's lack of...um...solidness?"
"Wasn't it you that just told me there wasn't a ghost in the closet?"
"So you're going to throw the phone at the burglar that's lurking in our closet?"
"I've got good aim. I'll knock him right between the eyes. Bam. Down for the count."
"Uh-huh," Jake said as he pressed his face into the pillow and tried to ignore Orlando.
"Oh my god - the door's opening."
Jake laughed at the slightly squeaky tone of Orlando's voice. He turned and looked toward the closet just in time to see their cat, Fuckit - named by Orlando - push her way out of the closet.
"Eh," Orlando said as he fell back against the bed and flopped to his side. "Nevermind. It's just Fuckit."
"Still need the phone?" Jake muttered.
"Fuck off."
"Just checking."
Jake chuckled into his pillow when Fuckit, thinking she heard her name, jumped up and proceeded to make herself comfortable on Orlando's head.
Served him right. Waking him up in the middle of the night and all.