nothin' gory means no glory

“Thirteen, obviously.”

Okay, I’ve got the next round.

“Would I be here if I couldn’t?”

Get in.

“Happy birthday to me.”

Happy birthday, tosser. What are we celebrating this year, twelve?

“I’m not the business of either, don’t worry.”

“One question though: where are we going?”

White Cliffs. That’s if you can handle a road trip.

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

Because what better gift.

That was sarcasm.

Why?

Because. Because I like to anticipate what’s next and you make that damn near impossible. I don’t like surprises.

Well that’s a reassuring reaction if I ever saw one.

It’s not meant to be reassuring. I’m shocked.

I love you.

I know where to put it, babe.

Here, have a cupcake before your face freezes that way. 

Duh.

I brought pizza.

@arbitchmchiggs

One with artichokes?

Fuck you, Arbor. Fuck you. 

And it’s that serious. That you would fuck someone for that long. 

…Well. That’s a new low. 

What?

I’ve been fucking Lark. For a long ass time. A long, long... looong. Fucking time.