A D I N F I N I T U M

    “Be sure to send nudes to your local Dark Lord.”

    As if you define classy, Sanchez.

    “Good God, Rick. Are you incapable of understanding jokes--? Do not answer that, I know the answer already.”

    “Be sure to send nudes to your local Dark Lord.”

    As if you define classy, Sanchez.

       “I mean, as far as a cheap place to stay goes, it’s better than jail. I guess.” He had a couple friends who’s couches he could always crash on, but they were getting a little sick of his wasted potential.

"I haven't even known you an hour, and I'm already shocked that you aren't in jail, Rick. You must have quite some ways of evading the police."

Wait like… For realsies or as in you’re leaving me?

Will you… Be my husband?

We should just like…go to the courthouse. Not like either of us wanna’ put work into wedding planning bullshit. 

I agree, though. Let's just skip the whole ceremony ordeal, shall we? Skip straight to the signatures, then get absolutely wrecked.

Wait like… For realsies or as in you’re leaving me?

Will you... Be my husband?

Lucius set a twenty minute timer, then grabbed his beer before making his way back to his bed. He sat down, leaning back against the wall tiredly.