Oh Captain my Captain

Yes please.

gotcha man. the usual?

I'm getting starbucks. You want one? I'm heading to the hotel. Screw this noise.

Still gonna slap ya.

go easy on me. I'm injury prone.

Jay ah swear to god ah will slap ya silly next time ah see ya.

You love me. Don't front.

Pretty much the same (minus y’know, packing for Raw ha.) Just lurking around in my own little bubble. And I feel your pain! Jovi always tries to sneak herself into my suitcases, bloody nightmare.

My cats wait until I've got a good amount of clothes in there before making a bed. Everything I own is covered in fur.

At least I’m not the only one then!

I'm still packing for Raw, I have no idea what's going on beyond my own little world tonight. And trying to shoo cats out of my suitcase.

Weeeelll…

No idea kiddo.

Christian was holding a questionably clean rag to his hand and he cursed under his breath; it still stung, and he felt almost whiny about it. He supposed it was like a papercut. It could be small, but it still annoyed you to no end. He heard the knock on the door, and Nikki's remark and he laughed, going to answer it. Smoothing down his hair, he pulled the door open, and somewhat drunkenly leaned against the doorframe. "Not to death no, just enough to stain the rag." He grinned at her. "Thanks for checking up on my dumb ass. I have sesame chicken and rice for your hard work."

Aww I understand it’s nasty Christian you need to stop damaging yourself. I’m on my way and no I wouldn’t wear my nurse outfit. I just want to make sure you’re okay I bring my first aid kit for you. It’s okay Christian, just hang tight I will be there.

I need to stop thinking. Ahaha it's ok, nurse outfit isn't necessary. I'm good, but thanks. See you in a bit then.