Connor O'Malley

Brigid: And how do you think you will die, kiddo?

Brigid: You're adorable.

Brigid: Funeral? I'm too mean to die, lmao.

Connor: fuck off.

Brigid: No skin off my back.

Brigid: It always does in the long run.

Brigid: Might take a couple of false starts, but I'll get there eventually.

Connor: and you call me frustrating.

Connor: uh huh...

Brigid: And right there is part of your problem.

Brigid: How else are you going to man up and take responsibility for shit if you're always whining and crying about the little shit?

Brigid: Quite frankly, I don't care what he does or how he feels. You've made your decision, and I'm sure he'll make his in his usual fashion.

Connor: you're so lucky i care about you and value your input, otherwise i'd be blocking your number.

Brigid: All of it?

Brigid: You must be one very warped individual... Is that all you think about?

Brigid: Yup.

Brigid: Then stop bitching.

Brigid: I'll give you semantics in a fucking minute.

Brigid: Idk, pick a name from a hat.

Connor: meh.

Connor: fuck off.

Connor: i shall never stop bitching.

Connor: i'm sure you will.

Connor: i see your point and raise you.

Connor: tf do you think dad will do when he finds out about you having such a close proximity to me?

Brigid: I don't come here for just you, dipshit. I said, you're *basically* the only reason I come. I also happen to like ogling the young and sober lifeguards that dot the beaches. If I were about ten years younger, I'd fuck them in a quick minute.

Brigid: Probably for the best, although I think you assume too much.

Brigid: Fine, I *try* to promise.

Brigid: Make me, bitch.

Brigid: I'm sorry, I didn't realize your life expectancy was significantly shorter than the average human's or that this was medieval times.

Brigid: If you keep that shit up, though, you might just find that your lifespan IS significantly shorter.

Connor: what part of tmi do you not understand??? jfc.

Connor: knowing dad, it's not too much of a stretch.

Connor: thanks.

Connor: nah, fam.

Connor: semantics.

Brigid: What? I'm not your mother? And after all we've been through, I'm wounded! You're basically the only reason I spend an ungodly amount of money every so often to come back here.

Brigid: Birds of a feather flock together.

Brigid: I'll try not to. No promises.

Brigid: Lying doesn't become you, not even over text.

Brigid: Is it, though? How do you think I felt, finding out my smol son is a dad at... What? 19?

Connor: if you don't wanna come here, then don't. jeez. don't use me for an excuse. i mean, galway is like two hours and change away from dublin and i'll be going there after new year's, maybe.

Connor: i'll pretend i didn't read that.

Connor: just... promise. or try to promise.

COnnor: shut the fuck up.

Brigid: I'm just worried about you.

Brigid: Fuck you.

Brigid: I'm still going to instill the fear of God into her if your dad doesn't. Shit's fucking ridiculous.

Brigid: No, you don't.

Brigid: Then shape the fuck up, or you'll relearn the wrath of a sexually frustrated nun... Minus the nun part.

Connor: maybe so, but... forget it...

Connor: now, you're starting to sound like my dad.

Connor: just don't hurt her.

Connor: i do.

Brigid: I wouldn't call what you did moderation if you're hungover enough that you can't even keep down solid foods.

Brigid: Me? Break laws? Never!

Brigid: Jesus fucking Christ. Who's the broad, and how old's the kid? Do I need to lay down some whoop ass?

Brigid: It was.

Brigid: No soup for you!... Kidding. Of course, I'll bring you soup, but I might also bring my ruler.

Connor: sod off.

Connor: lyin' sack o' shit.

Connor: it's an old friend of mine, and the kid's like... two? idk. he's kinda the same age as my sister, which is... weird. luckily, they'll have the same relationship that i had with my uncle and aunt if i ever get to meet the little dude.

Connor: i think i love you, tbh.

Brigid: You're hungover, aren't you? What has your dad told you about drinking, Connor? You're not even legal yet in America, you dingus.

Brigid: For someone so worried about deportation, you're certainly willing to break a law or two.

Brigid: Dare I ask what happened, sweetie?

Brigid: I take your Skyrim reference and raise you, by the way.

Brigid: Only a jackass can change the world.

Connor: all things in moderation?

Connor: you know what it's like, don't you?

Connor: the short and skinny of it is i'm a dad, i guess...

Connor: was that... was that an auron reference?!

Connor: i feel sick... like, really sick.

Connor: i haven't felt this sick since i took an arrow to the knee and... oh, forget it...

Connor: bring me chicken soup? pls?

“Man, I love idioms. The ones that don’t make any sense to me are my favorites. I mean, like, why ‘kick the bucket’ means that someone died? And why couldn’t it be ‘cool as an apple’ instead of ‘cool as an cucumber’? These are great.”

He smiled impishly. “My favorite idiom is you drive me up the wall. Who woulda thunk you could have gotten a car up a wall?” He teased, his baby blues sparkling faintly with mirth.

❛My nails are not done and I don’t know what the fuck to wear for tomorrow.❜ It’s more of a thought to herself but she tends to speak out loud when she’s stressed. Her plan was to invite some of her friends in to spend the holiday with her. Her table wasn’t full yet, she needed more people and to figure if she had to wake up early to set everything up.  ❛Did I said that out loud?❜ her brow raises.  ❛Of course I did.❜ the brunette rolls her eyes.         

He quirked a brow but didn’t say anything for a few moments. “I didn’t hear anything.” He promised solemnly, lying through his teeth, as he crossed his index finger over his heart and passed the other a sheepish smile. “I can help with your nails, though... I do my sister’s nails quite a bit.” He offered quietly, passing his fingers through his blond hair. 

Muprh: I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT.

Murph: SURE WHY NOT.

Connor: ME EITHER.