covergirl dont cover boy

“every day since i was nine.”

“i don’t need the sass, mister.”

“you know what i fucking meant, ryan.”

“yeah, yeah. have you washed your face?”

“please. i want to be pretty.”

“you’re already pretty.”

“i wish i got to pick my own vacations… but i’ll get back to you as soon as i find out when i’m free so we can go.”

“i mean, vagabond is stopping in new york. we could probably sneak away.”

“look at the product you just ended up with. it’s amazing.”

“shut up. do you want me to do your makeup or not.”

“literally nothing. ignore me, man.”

“i usually do.”

“it’s so interesting. shut up.”

“not really. more tedious than anything.”

“sorry i’m not up to spec, dude.”

“you’ll get there someday.”

“Let’s do it! When are you free to go?”

“dude, whenever. i’m the boss. i get to choose when i get time off.”

“i dunno. just assumin.”

“what lead you to that assumption?”

“I’ve always wanted to go see a drag show, and if there are a lot of gay guys then if we do go to New York that is must.”

“honestly, let’s plan on it. this sounds fun.”

“don’t do that to poor tanye; she hates her life enough as is.”

“wait-- since when?”

“no. it’s just really weird.”

“you’re such a lame older brother, dude.”

“i’m okay waiting. it’s interesting work to watch.”

“you sure? it’s not really that interesting...”

“we are complete opposites, my good friend.”

“okay, so next comeback i’ll make echoes half naked. then we’ll be even.”