(no subject)

[meekly]

[laying around downstairs, definitely not looking over at the window occasionally in hopes somebody might show up... definitely not]

Comments

[meekly]

W-Well— Um—

[barelyjoyous]

—'Cause I did.

[meekly]

[nope i have to put this down, is a sickly pochi]

You— You shouldn't do that.

[barelyjoyous]

Why? I'm good at it.

[meekly]

But what if you still... got into trouble?

[barelyjoyous]

You gonna tell on me?

[picks up the bag, you big dying baby]

[meekly]

[well excuse me for being terminally ill]

N-no, of course not.

[barelyjoyous]

Good, being that I got it for you and all.

[meekly]

I— ... Sorry.

[barelyjoyous]

[for you ... to let me drink on your couch

which i am dumping the bag on]

[meekly]

You can have it, then.

[barelyjoyous]

Oh, 'tisn't good enough for milord but it is for the likes of me?

[cracking open a can :>]

[meekly]

[ajskadlf jerk]

N-No, I just don't like it, so it would go to waste.

[barelyjoyous]

Fine. What d'you like, then?

[meekly]

Um... painting, and flowers...

[barelyjoyous]

You a girl?

[meekly]

I'm obviously not.

[barelyjoyous]

Yeah, I know.

[driiink.]

[meekly]

[what is that look on your face for ////]

What's wrong with what I like?

[barelyjoyous]

[i did stuff on you]

Nothin'. I'll steal you a painting.

[meekly]

[///////]

D-Don't do that.

[barelyjoyous]

No pleasing you, is there?

[except in the butt]

[meekly]

[alkfjadf]

That's not true.

[barelyjoyous]

That right? Tell me how, then, Princess.

[meekly]

[dON'T CALL ME THAT

t-tugging you toward him by the sleeve]