[ atychiphobia ; ]

((&&. cabin nineteen ))

“In that case, I don’t think you’re actually an asshole.”

“Thanks Q, you’re the best.”

“Because you probably could have gotten away with it?”

“I may be an asshole-- but I’m not that much of an asshole.”

"I think I just puked in my mouth.”

“Is that a little hint for your birthday present? I’ll get you a blonde wig,” 

“Perfect. You know me so well.”

“Seriously? Because I was 100% expecting I’d be blamed for that.”

"Why would I blame you for something that was obviously my fault?”

“I’m going to ignore that comment, and just focus on your little complement. I’m glad you love my blonde head.” She joked,  

"You know I’ve always wanted blonde hair, Britt.”

“Could it be because I’m your favourite, and you love me?” 

"That might be pushing it a bit, but I guess I do love every hair on that pretty blonde head of yours.”

“What? Oh Gods, no, uh-uh, wasn’t me.”

“I know it wasn’t. It was me, love. My bad.”