Ace Marmol

I just thought I’d return the favor of sneaking up on me.

We’re…yep, nope. I read that like three times and I’m more confused than ever.

It’s a mental thing. Blame my lack of sleep.

Find out what? I’m so confused. As for serenading, you can do it whenever you’ve got time. Don’t want to take up all your time.

Find our your bitchy and narcissistic side. Haha. Nah, don’t worry. I got nothing better to do then sing to a beautiful girl who likes to sneak up on me to stare at the beauty that is me. 

I’m not sure I’m comfortable about this.

Haha! No, buddy. No worries. We’re both naked, and alone, there’s no reason to be uncomfortable. I meant that I can see you now. Not to come here. . . now. . . Does that make sense?

What is a ‘wink wink’ saver girl? No, I’m totally the opposite of adorable, all scary, and bitchy, and …I don’t think I could ever pull that off.

Haha! I think I’d rather find those things out by myself. You seem pretty chill so far though. You even made me some food, which I shall forever be in your debt now. When shall I serenade you? You never told me.

Obviously. Why wouldn’t I?

Why thank you, but you don’t have to sneak around for that. I’ll send you some personal pictures. 

See me where?

Here. Now.

Ah, I must not have snuck past enough of my sleeping sibling’s rooms.

I can think of something! You missed my beauty?

I know I’ll never be a ninja … but I thought I was at least a bit sneakier.

Perhaps it might have worked with anyone else, but I’ve lived in the streets long enough to smell people near me.

How is that even possible?

Well you aren’t exactly the sneakiest person that I know. 

Nice to meet you, Ace. I see, so you’re the type to kill a person with curiosity!

The pleasure is all mine, darling. With my good looks? Oh, most definitely! But then you must be a killer yourself because my soul has just . . .

THAT I can do. The best oatmeal, or mac and cheese, or fruit salad I can make.

Mac and Cheese tonight! I had oatmeal yesterday, but you can make the fruit salad, and I’ll eat it in the morning. 

It’s true! I’m Ace by the way. I guess I should have just started with that, but then what’s the fun in that, no?

There’s only one problem. Food limitations of regular versus luxury suites. I promise I’d cook for you if I could.

I got some food. . . if you want to cook something for me. . .

I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it!

You’re going to feed me now, no?