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[teetheyes]

Shit, now we'll never hear the fucking end of Sparta or Rome or Legoland or wherever the hell he comes from.

This should have been the formula tonight.

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NOT THIS.

I BLAME YOU.
(You're a bad kisser too.)

Comments

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Flattery.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

I'll forgive you.

...You bake pies or desserts or are you just a meals sort of guy?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I can do desserts but I'm no baker.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Works for me. You're hired.

You can be in charge of dinner and dessert. I can fend for myself for the rest of the day or unless I feel like going out.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Are you saying I'm your caterer?

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Not daily, but generally yes. It'll give you a reason to whip up some things.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Give me a challenge.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Challenge, he says.

Alright then, Wolfgang Fuck.

I want some sea eel, no fucking bones, and I want it cooked.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Inago for the lady who's christened me with a most respectable name.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Isn't it though? Appropriate, I think. I'll have to get you an apron or something with that on it.