irish lass

[text] Thank you, Rhyaen. 

Timmy: Do you honestly think I'm good under pressure??

Timmy: Nah, just got into Rome yesterday for CMBYN press stuff. APPARENTLY Rome is for lovers.

Saoirse: Yes. This whole cute thing is just an aCT.

Timmy: WERE NOT. Please, my clue giving skills SUCK. The confusion was real. I choked under pressure.

Timmy: Listening to Cardi B and staring at a room service menu. Armie and Elizabeth are in the room next to mine and I can HEAR THEM.

Saoirse: Don't believe yoooou.

Timmy: Me?? Jimmy was the one who was cheating! He TOTALLY had Facepalm, he was just holding onto it!

Timmy: What are you doing rn?

Saoirse: Uhhhm you guys were bluffing and just stole that last point.

Timmy: Aw, shit, I miss the hell out of you.

Timmy: All I want is a burger. And to be in your pocket.

Timmy: Keep me! Carry me around in your pocket. I'll be Little Timmy Pocket.

Timmy: Get me drunk now! I'll teach you all the French swear words.

Saoirse: That is all I want.

Timmy: I don't know, man. None that I care as much about, gotta be honest. I respect the hell out of you and your work and your opinions.

Timmy: Yes. God. Love it.

Saoirse: I want to keep you forever.

Timmy: I kinda don't know how to handle this whole thing, man. Like, sometimes I can't even believe your number is in my fucking phone.

Timmy: I want it for her, too. I've got everything crossed.

Timmy: Keep cursing in Irish. xx

Saoirse: My number? I am sure you have bigger names you can drop about being in your phone than me.

Saoirse: Me too.