Heartbeat like a Metronome

Myka, throwing herself down onto Steve’s bed: Ugh. Straight people. Steve, leaning on his elbows with an open copy of Hamlet upside down on his head: Tell me about it, sister.

Myka, bursting into Steve’s bedroom at two in the morning wearing a blue dressing gown and shaking a hat like a collection tin: I’m starting a fund to make Pete stop going to the bathroom with his door open. Steve, throwing his wallet across the room at her: Take my money. Now.

Artie, arms folded and huffing impatiently: Why can’t I ever get a straight answer out of anybody in this house? Myka, lying on the sofa with her head in Steve’s lap: You sure won’t get any out of us two. Steve, raising his hand for a high-five: Ooh, that’s good.

Myka, upside down in a chair: How can you say that Miles Davis was a better jazz musician than Duke Ellington? Steve, upside down next to her: Gay people have better taste in music, Ophelia. Myka, folding her arms: Right, because I’m such a blatant heterosexual, aren’t I, Steven? Steve, shoving her teasingly: Yeah, you are.

Steve, with his head on Myka’s stomach: Are you a can’t cook pan, can’t drive pan or can’t do math pan? Myka, grinning: Can’t drive pan. No need to ask you what you are. Steve and Myka, simultaneously: Can’t cook gay.

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  Wʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴅᴠɪᴄᴇ ɪs “ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ” ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ ɪs ᴀ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋᴀᴢᴏɪᴅ?!​

Favorite Characters: 6/? Steve Jinks, Warehouse 13

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