I h8 the Fire Temple. I h8 it so much.
You climb onto the bed where indicated, bouncing experimentally on the mattress. Incredible.
"Ain’t got nothing better to do other than take care of me? Can’t say I really mind. Plus, if it gives you something to do with your day—well, who am I to take that opportunity…
You slide beneath the covers, just as she takes her brief leave. Her bedroom is as messy as the front room. As messy as yours. You scoot over once she joins you on the bed with foodstuffs. You go for the chips first since you prefer the crunchiness.
The arrangement is comfortable—cozy, even. And you’re tired, not quite to the point of fatigue or drowsiness. Just tired.
"M’Kay," you squirm inside your blanket cocoon to reach into your jeans’ back pocket to draw out your mobile.
I think I’m going to go.
I’ll 8e haunting Kik and Trollian. Trolltag is arachnesGuillotine.
Next time some8ody’s in my face talking shit, I’ll just roll my eyes and say
i see iwve started a vwawve and novw a stand in its vwake.
wwas that a fuckin pun
This is what happens when I listen to dubstep at midnight