A Friend From Work

[Wannatripbaby]

(An RP for me and @Mollyarty)

Gideon Walker pulled up in front of the house of his co-worker Molly at around 5pm. He had just gotten off work but needed to swing by Molly's place to drop off some papers. Get in, drop them off, go home, relax. That's what he had repeated to himself as he walked towards your door.

Maybe it was because he was tired. Maybe it was because he didn't want to disturb you on your day off. Maybe he justified it by sending you a "there in 5 minutes" text shortly before arriving. But for whatever reason he didn't even both knocking as he opened your door and went straight to what he assumed would be towards the living room. Get in, drop them off, get out. She doesn't even have to know I'm here.

But Gideon was not ready for the... unusual sight he saw when he entered the living room. "Uhh..."

[Wannatripbaby]

@Mollyarty

(Just getting this back to the 1st page for you)

[Mollyarty]

It had been the perfect day. I'd turned my alarm off the night before but still only slept in about an hour. Of course, knowing full well what I was up to today I had prepared ahead of time. Weeks of planning and waiting for deliveries. But it was worth it because today there was no stress, no anxiety. Today I got to FINALLY relax. Which I did, sighing blissfully as I emptied my bladder in the diaper I had worn to bed. I kept thinking it would leak but really it didn't matter, I had put down a couple mattress pads. I really had thought of absolutely everything everything.

I started with a diaper change of course, then put on a pink onesie, put my hair is pig tails and found my sparkly pink pacifier. Practically skipping down the hall I continued my day off in the best way possible. It was amazing, except having to stop for lunch, which really pulled me out of the whole experience. I ordered food so I could stay in little space just a little bit longer. It wasn't that weird, though waiting for the payment to go through while fighting the urge to mess my diaper was kind of exciting if not anxiety inducing.

Then the thing I'd been the most excited for, I had an adult size play pen that I'd ordered. I set it up in the living room, all the blinds had been drawn since last night anyway. When I was done I filled it with the few toys I'd also bought as well as a colouring book and some pencil crayons. I found some children's cartoons to put on and started colouring away. I was so content that I didn't even here you open the door, or walk through the house. In fact, I barely heard you when you walked in the room.

I saw your face, a slate of confusion. You looked completely shocked, which I figured made sense. 'Though, really, was this that big of a deal? I mean he just invited himselfm in, that seems a lot worse than whatever I'm doing' I thought to myself. What I actually said was, "What are you doing here?!"

[Wannatripbaby]

He had to blink and shake his head a bit to remember why he was here in the first place. "I-I brought some papers over from work. For our project? Didn't you get my text?" Evidently not. Dammit Gideon, why'd you have to barge in like this?

[Mollyarty]

"I um. I...I don't have my phone on me." I stammered. 

Oh what the hell, now what do I do? I clearly didn't know him as well as I thought, why did I give him a key? Why did I forget I gave him a key? And what the hell do I do?

In my head I was panicking, but on the outside I tried to remain composed, "But, uh, just put them down wherever..."

[Wannatripbaby]

After a moment's hesitation he takes a few steps into the living room and sets them on the coffee table. Still trying to take in his surroundings.

"Look, I uhh, I'm really sorry about this. I didn't knock because I didn't wanna bother you on your day off. But it seems I've done pretty much the opposite of that." He chuckles nervously and scratches the back of his short, dark hair.

[Mollyarty]

"Yes. You did." I said bitingly. "Look. Mister Walker. You came here to drop off these papers for our project; you've done that so unless there's something else?" I enunciated and projected each syllable in hopes of drawing your attention as much as possible away from the sound of my diaper crinkling as I walked over to the edge of the playpen, grabbed my house coat, and put it on. I stood there with my arms crossed waiting for a reply, though still standing inside the playpen. The thought of climbing out of it in front of you was less than appealing.

[Wannatripbaby]

"Huh? N-no, there's nothing else. I should uhh..." Can I really just walk out and pretend this never happened? It's gonna be super awkward working with her now if we don't resolve this. 

"Look, I don't know what all this is, but I'm a firm believe in 'live and let live' so I'm not gonna judge you for what you do in your free time. So... Yeah. I guess I should go then. Sorry. Hope you, uhh, have a nice evening." He heads towards the door.

[Mollyarty]

"How big of you." I muttered sarcastically. I wasn't sure if you heard me but I still felt like I had the last word. As I watched you walk out of the room I immediately began prioritizing how to clean everything up. Definitely wanted to start with the playpen. I went to climb out now that you couldn't see me. I had just closed myself in the first time, so I hadn't actually tried this yet....it did not go well. I ended up faceplanting into the floor as the pen toppled onto its side, before flattening down on top of me. It made a very loud noise, and hurt a lot. I was in no rush to get up, until you walked back in the room.

[Wannatripbaby]

When he heard the loud thud his reflexes sent him practically flying back into the room. "Oh my God, are you alright?" He quickly rushed over to you to help you up.

[Mollyarty]

"I'm fine. Just a little, okay, very embarrassed." I had immediately put up a wall when you walked in, but it was more so just being defensive out of fear of you judging me. But it was hard to keep it up given the circumstances.

Truth is, I didn't really know you well. This would actually constitute one of the longest conversations we'd ever had that wasn't about work. I had no reason to suspect you'd judge and so far you'd just seemed completely flabbergasted more than overtly offended.

You helped me climb out of the pile of metal and I walked over to the fridge with a heavy sigh, "So. I guess you have questions? Kinda past the point of no return here now anyway, so go ahead." Grabbing an unopened bottles of wine and a corkscrew, before gesturing to you with the bottle as if to ask if you wanted a glass

[Wannatripbaby]

"Oh, I don't drink. But you go ahead. It's not like a religious thing or anything like that." He takes a seat in a nearby chair.

Well, at least we're getting this out in the open. And I definitely do have questions.

"I guess my main question is: What even is all this? Is it some kind of therapy or... meditation?"

[Mollyarty]

As always, my curiosity got the better of me, "Oh, sorry, are you in recovery?" I asked, feeling somewhat guilty about the glass of wine now sitting on the table. I did intend to answer your question eventually.

[Wannatripbaby]

"What? No! I'm, well, I'm actually mildly allergic to alcohol. Of course I don't normally tell people that because they usually assume I'm some sort of god of willpower when I tell them I don't drink." He chuckles and reaches up to scratches behind his head, a nervous habit.

[Mollyarty]

I was mildly taken aback by the strong reaction, "Okay, nothing wrong with being in recovery, just asking. Personally, I'm of the opinion that we all need to relax, abstaining from everything that helps with that for no reason doesn't strike me as god of willpower, just sounds stupid. If you have some medical reason, that makes sense though," I paused here, hoping the double meaning of what I was saying had sunk in, "Which is, to answer your question, what this is. A way to relax."

[Wannatripbaby]

He was just about to agree with you about the whole abstaining thing before you brought it back around to his original question. "A way to relax, huh?" He thought about it for a few moments. "Well that onesie does look comfy." He flashes hid bright white smile at you.

[Mollyarty]

I adjusted my house coat again to try and conceal what I was wearing. For some reason I felt as long as you couldn't see it I would maintain the upper hand. Though in reality I wanted nothing more than to get back to what I was doing. I took a long sip from my glass. "Yes, well. Look, you've been reasonable enough through this whole project before now. Can I expect this won't cause any problems?"

[Wannatripbaby]

He tilts his head. "Problems? No, why should I have problems with your hobbies?"

[Mollyarty]

I stared at you, incredibly annoyed you weren't staying on topic. "Okay, look, whatever about 'my hobbies'. We have a project we need to finish. We are going to have to work together for a while yet. This can't become an issue. I'm going to overlook the fact you didn't actually confirm with me before entering my house and you're going to forget what happened here today. Understand?"

[Wannatripbaby]

He blinks, slightly taken aback at your frustrated outburst and subtle threat. "And I told you I don't have any problem with this whole... baby thing. And I promise I won't breath a word of it to anyone. I'm no Gossip. Now it's your choice whether to believe me or not. But," He stands up. "I feel that I've over-stayed my welcome."

[Mollyarty]

I finish my glass of wine while you stand there. "Well?" I ask, waiting for you to leave, as you seemed so intent to do.

[Wannatripbaby]

"I'm going. Enjoy the rest of your evening. And I guess I'll see you at work tomorrow." And with that he heads towards the door.

However, a few minutes later he comes back, this time knocking on your door instead of just barging in. When you answered it the frustration was fairly clear on his face.

"My car won't start."