This isn't going to end well?

Getting to know all about you

okay here is your needed serotonin after that chapter of BTC... (if you don't know... just go read it.)

-dal
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Ronnie was in another loop. The only difference was that this time, he didn't mind it as much. He was still standing next to you, repeating your name over and over again in his mind. He liked it. Rolled off the tongue with ease.

"Well, welcome to our humble abode."

Ronnie could tell Cliff was flashing over a smile, but he didn't take his eyes off of you. He watched as your eyes got smaller with a smile again. He didn't know why, but he liked that.

"Did I miss anything while I was gone?" Ronnie questioned. It took a second for him to look over to Cliff.

"Just Mindy's snoring." Cliff chuckled to himself while he adjusted his glasses. His breath stifled, trying to hide a yawn.

"How long have you been on watch?" Ronnie and Cliff's attention was stolen by your question. Ronnie looked down and noticed your hands. They were on your full hips again. He couldn't help but pout his lips as he stood next to you.

"It's been awhile..." Cliff trailed off as he sighed.

Ronnie looked over to Cliff with an idea.

"Why don't you go get some rest?" Ronnie mumbled. "We can take watch while you rest." Ronnie once again turned his head over to you while he waited for your confirmation. He watched as you nodded your head immediately.

"Telling by the blood on you, you must be exhausted." Cliff's voice was low, almost like he was getting ready to lecture Ronnie.

Ronnie stood there in silence, waiting for your response. He didn't want to admit out loud that he wanted to stay up with you. It was a good time to talk to you. To get to know his new kickass partner. He watched as you laughed, looking down at the drying blood on your scrubs. He couldn't help the little smirk that formed on his face as your laugh filled his ears.

"You should see the other guy." You laughed again, which caused his smirk to grow. "You should listen to Ronnie. We got this." Ronnie looked over to Cliff, trying to hide his excitement growing. He couldn't help it.

"Alright, alright!" Cliff held his hands out in defense. "I'll see you two later." Cliff smiled to himself as he walked out of the room. When the footsteps grew faint, and the break room door opened and closed, Ronnie turned towards you. He cleared his throat when he noticed you were looking around.

"I-I can give you a tour." Ronnie took a couple of steps forward. "These are the holding cells... We-uh, use them as couches sometimes..." He turned his head over, noticing how close you were standing to him. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He was usually a calm man. Nothing really made him nervous. Except you, it seemed like.

Ronnie took a few more steps, walking over to the adjacent wall. When you were close to his side again, he looked down at you, pouting his lips again. It took him a second to snap out of it, pointing over to the wall.

"Our weapons." It practically came out in a whisper as you stared up at him. He couldn't help but notice how pretty your eyes were.

Ronnie then walked you back over to where they stood before.

"We used to work here. Cliff's desk is in the front by the doors," He pointed over. "This is Mindy's," he pointed behind you, causing you to turn your head.

"And this is my desk," He cleared his throat again as he rolled his chair out. He held his hand out, gesturing for you to sit.

He couldn't help but let his mind wander, as you walked over and sat in his chair. He imagined a scenario where the undead wasn't walking the earth. Would you still be sitting in his chair?